Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I take a shower and throw on my workout clothes, then grab my phone to send her a message. It’s been about forty-five minutes since I got hers, which should’ve given her time to write a good chunk uninterrupted.
RomanticSadistLL: Then I should come by, and you can meet me outside.
This suggestion always gets the most creative diversions from my little wordsmith.
WillDive4Plants: That's what Ted Bundy used to tell women right before he threw them in his Volkswagen.🙃
I chuckle at that. I’ve learned without even asking about it that she’s utterly obsessed with serial killers. My first clue was that time in the dumpster, when she named the coleus Edmond after Edmond Kemper. Next, she sent a photo of her in a T-shirt that read “Choke me like Bundy. Eat me like Dahmer.” It opened up a whole world of filthy flirtation over texts with the little hippy.
RomanticSadistLL: That's not a no. I'll be by in about 15 minutes.
I taunt, even though she never actually tells me no. But I know she’s not quite ready, so I really am only teasing. I’ll still go to the gym to work out, but I won’t see her, seeing as her favorite chair she mentioned is one in the women’s locker room.
WillDive4Plants: Stooooop. I'm hiding!
I don’t reply, knowing she won’t be able to stand it and will continue to send more until I do.
WillDive4Plants: Don't you dare!😂 I now have 18k left! Hunkering down.
WillDive4Plants: No boys allowed in the women's locker room.
WillDive4Plants: Meds have engaged!
WillDive4Plants: K bye.
Wanting to give her enough peace of mind to be able to concentrate on her work, I finally respond.
RomanticSadistLL: No, I wouldn't. It's CNC, not just NC. No means no. Maybe you'll change your mind and let me know we can play. Enjoy your day, little one.
She asked me several questions about CNC—consensual non-consent—scenes for her research, and in that back and forth conversation, it was easy to pick up on the fact she was interested in it not only for the book but for herself. The idea that such sweetness desired such darkness was enough to send me into the shower of the men’s locker room that day to jack off. And knowing she was just right across the hall, in the women’s, made me come within mere seconds.
I focus on driving and my workout in order to force her to get her work done. The app tells us when the other has read the message, and I saw she opened my last one right after it went through. I closed out the app on my phone before she could type out a response. Whatever she sent, it’s telling her I still haven’t read it, which will be easier on her intrusive thoughts than if I read it without replying. She’ll assume I’m busy and just can’t check my phone, which is the boundary I’ve put in place so her anxiety won’t eat her alive.
When I finally do check the app after a few hours at the hospital, a blissful feeling envelopes me like a hug. Message after message from her, with pictures too. She thought of me a lot in my absence, and I love that she makes that known instead of trying to hide it.
The first one was sent just a minute after mine.
WillDive4Plants: Had to go and hit me with the “little one” 🫠
The next was sent an hour later, as if she couldn’t stop thinking about something and had to go in search of it for me.
WillDive4Plants: *screenshot of Kindle page
WillDive4Plants: This is from my very first book in a nine-book BDSM series
I click on the photo and see she has a paragraph highlighted where a male character is calling someone “little one.” I grin, since I know she wrote that book almost six years ago. That long ago, and her imagination had her hero character using the same endearment I’ve been calling her in my head since she sat in my lap the night I got her out of the dumpster.
Has it really only been two weeks since I touched her? It feels like years I’ve been craving to put my hands on her again.
Her next message came in an hour ago, which makes me smile again, because she obviously could not get it out of her head that I called her the same name her heroes have used.
WillDive4Plants: *screenshot of Kindle page
WillDive4Plants: And also in book 4 ☺️
It’s clear the nickname resonates with something inside her. The desire to be seen as small and fragile? As something to be cherished and taken care of? Or is it more about the person who is calling her that name? Does she crave someone who towers over her, who could take her, make her do things against her will because of how much bigger and stronger they are than she is?