She’d heard pretty things before. Men liked to say pretty things. Women did too, sometimes more than the boys did, but it was easier when she became the predator regardless of the game and who played. Then there were the ones that didn’t quite fit into one gender or another; sometimes she liked those best. At times, they could be more freeing between the sheets—or against a wall; you know... whatever worked. Sometimes the cold steel against her bare back felt like ice. Other times it felt like another tease in her repertoire or theirs. Sometimes they thought the pretty words got them further, sometimes they imagined it got them more than they bargained for. The play by play was in person always, just at she’d previously stated. Even so, by that point, she had them wound around her finger, mouths mashing as the both of them tried to find release. There were also times when the release aged on, feeling like it never quite stopped. But Rage was generally careful to keep her liaisons to once and only once.
And yet... How was it she went on teasing this hacker? This Code Slinger? How was it he’d caught her attention, her interest, so thoroughly that she felt like each rendezvous brought her closer and closer to some calamity she couldn’t escape? If she’d really been up to treating him like every other midnight pleasure finale she would have sought him out long ago, fucked him, and then dumped him like yesterdays’ news feed. But it all felt wrong. Nothing was right about any of it. The not seeing him in person, the games she played with him on the net, and the cat and mouse game of virus infection and then some—most of which was generally harmless. And yet... the more she tugged at him, the more she pulled him into her web, the deeper she herself became immersed.
There had been other hackers of course; something and someone to pass the endless time with. and yet...
And yet...
He’d never walked away regardless of the time passed.
It tethered her... unmistakably, unexpectedly, and unknowingly.
Maybe that was it... the passing interest... the fact that he’d never walked away from one of their games too long to make her feel unwanted... no one ever paid her too much mind on the net. Of course, that probably had more to do with her than them. But he ploughed on, seeking her and agitating her into release and want for more—always more.
But he was old fashioned, wasn’t he? In a way? She smiled at that, his denial. Regardless of the reason, he wanted her in the flesh—wanted her skin against his, sweat mixing, breathing waxing and waning, heat escalating—moremoremore.
“Yes...” she managed to breathe between thoughts, finding that was all she could say to his wordwordwords. If only he knew how easy it would be for her to break away from him, if in such a situation, if he so desired. And yet she wouldn’t; she knew. She’d want to feel the press of his hands restraining her, holding her, making her squirm and beg for more.
It was a part of the game, wasn’t it?
The same time he shouted, coming and releasing along the underside his desk she tumbled—climaxed. Gloved digits gripped and sought purchase as he cried out—as she cried out—denting and wrenching the wall behind her because she knew she could and it didn’t matter.
Her body slumped, sliding, as she panted, euphoria and released overwhelming her sensors. Her heart rate spiked, showing clearly on the screen along with other numbers and texts explaining exactly what her body had experienced in brief stints—none of which she paid much mind to.
She remained there for a time, sucking in everything around her—within her. Moments passed on in silence as she came back to herself, as she...
...realized just what she had done. What he had done. What he had done that had made her...
Silver hues opened, almost hollow and confused as she stared at the walls across from her... as she pondered just what had happened. It wasn’t the com sex... it was... she wasn’t certain if she should be upset, terrified, or something else...
Her mind... she wasn’t sure she’d call it a sacred place... he’d certainly had more access to it than most—anyone.
She never let anyone in there. Not since...
She swallowed.
Was it an unhappy place? Did this make her unhappy? Had he made her unhappy? No... but...
“Sorry...” she found herself whispering as she pulled her legs towards her, her knees. It felt strange to apologize; she didn’t know why she was. She didn’t know if she should be upset or bothered. It all felt... wrong and right at once... him being in her head... if even for a brief moment.
“I didn’t mean...” she trailed off, uncertain and totally not herself.
And yet... How was it she went on teasing this hacker? This Code Slinger? How was it he’d caught her attention, her interest, so thoroughly that she felt like each rendezvous brought her closer and closer to some calamity she couldn’t escape? If she’d really been up to treating him like every other midnight pleasure finale she would have sought him out long ago, fucked him, and then dumped him like yesterdays’ news feed. But it all felt wrong. Nothing was right about any of it. The not seeing him in person, the games she played with him on the net, and the cat and mouse game of virus infection and then some—most of which was generally harmless. And yet... the more she tugged at him, the more she pulled him into her web, the deeper she herself became immersed.
There had been other hackers of course; something and someone to pass the endless time with. and yet...
And yet...
He’d never walked away regardless of the time passed.
It tethered her... unmistakably, unexpectedly, and unknowingly.
Maybe that was it... the passing interest... the fact that he’d never walked away from one of their games too long to make her feel unwanted... no one ever paid her too much mind on the net. Of course, that probably had more to do with her than them. But he ploughed on, seeking her and agitating her into release and want for more—always more.
But he was old fashioned, wasn’t he? In a way? She smiled at that, his denial. Regardless of the reason, he wanted her in the flesh—wanted her skin against his, sweat mixing, breathing waxing and waning, heat escalating—moremoremore.
“Yes...” she managed to breathe between thoughts, finding that was all she could say to his wordwordwords. If only he knew how easy it would be for her to break away from him, if in such a situation, if he so desired. And yet she wouldn’t; she knew. She’d want to feel the press of his hands restraining her, holding her, making her squirm and beg for more.
It was a part of the game, wasn’t it?
The same time he shouted, coming and releasing along the underside his desk she tumbled—climaxed. Gloved digits gripped and sought purchase as he cried out—as she cried out—denting and wrenching the wall behind her because she knew she could and it didn’t matter.
Her body slumped, sliding, as she panted, euphoria and released overwhelming her sensors. Her heart rate spiked, showing clearly on the screen along with other numbers and texts explaining exactly what her body had experienced in brief stints—none of which she paid much mind to.
She remained there for a time, sucking in everything around her—within her. Moments passed on in silence as she came back to herself, as she...
...realized just what she had done. What he had done. What he had done that had made her...
Silver hues opened, almost hollow and confused as she stared at the walls across from her... as she pondered just what had happened. It wasn’t the com sex... it was... she wasn’t certain if she should be upset, terrified, or something else...
Her mind... she wasn’t sure she’d call it a sacred place... he’d certainly had more access to it than most—anyone.
She never let anyone in there. Not since...
She swallowed.
Was it an unhappy place? Did this make her unhappy? Had he made her unhappy? No... but...
“Sorry...” she found herself whispering as she pulled her legs towards her, her knees. It felt strange to apologize; she didn’t know why she was. She didn’t know if she should be upset or bothered. It all felt... wrong and right at once... him being in her head... if even for a brief moment.
“I didn’t mean...” she trailed off, uncertain and totally not herself.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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