Chapter One
Tara
‘I want you to degrade me. For you to treat me like your dirty little whore.’
I tapped out on my cell phone, reading the message one more time before hitting the send button. My cheeks burned and my heart hammered in my chest at the thought of D getting that message.
D wasn’t his name or hell, it might be. I didn’t know, but it was what he had asked me to call him when we started texting. I still couldn’t believe that I was telling this man all of my dirty little fantasies, all of the things that I wanted done to me but have never told anyone else. It wasn’t like any of my previous boyfriends would be cool with a little more than a lite spanking and the blandest of dirty talking.
I could tell them that I wanted them to use me for their pleasure and mine. I couldn’t tell them that I wanted them to degrade me in ways that no one else ever had before. With D, I didn’t know him in person. I had no name to put with a face, that secrecy opened me up more than anything ever had before.
“Tara, table of two just got put in your section,” Delia said, coming into the employee break room.
“Thanks.” I said, tucking my phone back into my purse in my locker and closing the locker door. “Your shift is finished?”
She stripped off her black apron and shoved it into her locker. Grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder as she pulled her hair out of the messy bun and shook out the long platinum strands.
“Yeah, I’m heading to the library to study. Want to meet me there later and study together?” She asked before giving me a sly smile. “Or are you going to try out that app I told you about?”
I felt my cheeks darken with a bright blush that spread almost to my hairline. She was the only one who knew a little about what I wanted to try out. We had gone to a bar a few weeks ago and in my drunken state we had talked about things that we had never tried before but wanted to.
My confession of wanting to try out BDSM hadn’t shocked her. No, she had giggled and then pulled out her phone. Showing me the latest dating app she had found. Well, dating was putting it mildly.
It was an app where you could find partners to engage with. From the kinkiest of things to the tamest. There was an entire vetting process where they ran background checks and then gave you tests, screening you to find you the perfect partner for whatever you wanted.
Delia had shared her experience with me and it had left me intrigued and thinking about the entire time that we were out. I had downloaded the app the next morning and after the checks were done and the survey questions were answered. I was matched with D and we had been talking and getting to know each other and what we wanted from the other since then.
I had shared things with him that I hadn’t told anyone else before. Not even Delia and she was one of my closest friends. The dark things that I wanted him to do to me. The way that I wanted our scene to go. He had done the same and I found myself drawn in, intrigued by his boldness and his willingness to expose his raw desires.
He had a way of speaking that made me feel wanted, desired - and it was intoxicating. We were still working out all of the fine details, but I was excited to play out a scene with him. But I found myself anxiously waiting for his every message.
D was articulate and I was learning so much about everything from him. He was respectful in setting things up and despite everything that I had researched online, the thought of having him as a play partner had me wanting to break all the rules.
I wanted to stay safe, but the thrill of danger was so tempting. The thought of just messaging him my number so we were off the app was so tempting. That wasn’t who I was though, I didn’t take risks like that. Downloading the app and talking to him was probably the most daring thing I had ever done. Every message, every late-night confession, revealed a layer of me that had been carefully hidden away.
D was my guide on this journey, leading me so skillfully that it was easy to tell him my secrets.
My phone chimed out with that distinct little chirp from the app. I looked towards my locker, wanting to check the message but needing to get back to my section. Swallowing hard, I turned away. Chatting with D would have to wait until later.
“I’ll meet you at the library if you’re still there in an hour.” I said, making my way to the swinging wooden door that led out to the restaurant.
