Page 40 of Twisted Control

Click. No message, no ring. Just silence.

She’s probably blocked me. Or maybe she got a new number. Either way, the message is loud and clear.

I sink onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling. The quiet feels heavier than it should.

BEST COCK EVER: Everything alright?

Grace: Why wouldn’t it be?

BEST COCK EVER: You looked thrown when you saw your dad’s car in the driveway. That’s all.

I stare at the screen, chest tight. The divorce news is still sitting like a rock in my stomach. Everything feels off. But I don’t want to talk about it with Drew.

Grace: Dad doesn’t like my outfit

BEST COCK EVER: Lucky no one gives a fuck what he thinks

BEST COCK EVER: Still replaying that tragic mini-golf loss. Can’t believe you actually beat me

Grace: I told you I’d win

BEST COCK EVER: Wasn’t fair. How was I supposed to concentrate when you kept bending over in those jeans every five seconds?

BEST COCK EVER: The second this job is over, I’m bending you over and fucking you so deep you won’t be able to walk straight, let alone swing a club. Then I’ll finally beat you fair and square

I bite my lip, heart beating way too fast.

He’s so crass sometimes. Completely out of line. And for some ridiculous reason, I like it. I like it way more than I should.

But I don’t like how smug he is. He’s so certain I’m just going to fall into bed with him again. Like it’s inevitable. Like I have zero self-control.

Please. He’s the one with the massive crush on me.

I’m mostly impartial. I just have…occasional lapses in judgment. Like right now, when I’m vividly imagining him behind me, doing exactly what he just described. The thought makes my whole body heat up like I’ve been plugged into a socket.

I’ve been so good the last few days. No sex since that night of Julian’s event. And here he is, planting filthy little seeds like he thinks I’ll come running the second he says the word.

Well. Two can play at that.

I open the browser on my phone and type: dirty sexts.

My eyes widen as the website loads.

Oh my God.

These suggestions are straight-up filthy. Things I would never say out loud in a million years. My face burns hotter with every line I scroll.

I’m such a desperate little slut right now…my pussy is dripping just thinking about your cock.

I’m so wet for you, I’ll do anything if you come fuck me right now.

I’m literally throbbing. Please come destroy me.

I’m equal parts horrified and weirdly fascinated. These are completely unhinged…but I can’t come up with anything better on my own.

Before common sense can take hold, I copy one, paste it into our chat, and hit send.

Grace: I’m touching my soaked pussy thinking about you. Come and replace my fingers.