warning; this chapter contains degradation kink and consensual sexual content.

THE WORD MONDAY on my lock screen glared at me when I checked the time this morning, which meant it was my least favorite day of the week, which also meant I didn't have to see Dominic today. And I thanked god for that. I couldn't imagine dealing with him after my argument with Daniel this morning.

I sat idly in my chair, staring straight at the PC screen that'd been on for a really long time, as I thought of words to form in my brain.

I sighed and took a swig from my water bottle. I'd skipped breakfast today, thanks to Daniel pissing me off, my stomach yowled in pain. But I chugged more water and hope I'd last until' lunch time.

My mind kept going back to Daniel and ways to apologize to him. I just needed to write something. Normally, I'd have about six hundred words written past noon. Bad or good. It didn't matter. I desperately needed words to appear on the blank space. I also caught myself thinking of Dominic, too. God, it was unhealthy for me to be obsessed with him. He was just a man, right? Except, he was more to it than he led on, and I hated how I wanted to uncover true layers of him.

I'd read water helped people with writer's block. But all it seemed to provide me with was sweat, pee, and more pee.

The strong smell of Chole's weird perfume made me want to bang my head against my desk and cry out in misery. Maybe, I just needed to let out all my feelings and talk to someone. I was horny, confused and utterly upset. I hadn't confided in anyone concerning my issues, not even Tina. I couldn't tell her about my uncontrollable attraction towards Dominic. She couldn't know about L, either.

I could feel fragile seams of my emotions close to bursting open and causing me to stab whoever annoyed me next. I just needed to masturbate and write rantings in my notes to delete them later

My phone vibrated in my lap. I looked down, surprised to see an unknown number texting me. I glanced at Layla, and when I was sure she was talking to Mrs. kenneth, clearly occupied, I opened the text.

i got your number from monica. i hope you don't mind me texting you.

Was this L? No, it couldn't be. L didn't know Monica, and if she wanted to, she could call straight away from her number. Or was this one of those clingy ex boyfriends I had to get rid of in college? No, I had no clue.

I typed a message quick before Layla could spot me.

Sara: who is this?

take a guess? i'm the guy who you assumed had foot fetish.

Was this Dominic? Oh my god, I could feel my heart swell in excitement. Could it be him? It was definitely him.

Sara: wtf wow Dominic!!?
lol hey.

Why did I have to sound like a teenage girl getting a reply from her crush? My text screamed desperation and it might occur to him that I'd jump on his dick if he asked. Even if I was, he didn't have to know that.

Dominic: Sí, muñeca. what are you doing right now?

Sara: i'm at work. wbu?

Dominic: i'm reading a book.

A ten-minute chat couldn't do anyone harm. So, I decided to ask him, instead of telling him I was busy and had to get back to work. Perhaps, he could help me forget shit and my ability to write might return.

Sara: ooh what's it about?

Dominic: very similar to the sort of stuff you love to read.

Holy jesus. Why was he telling me this? Did he plan to tease me? No. I was the one who asked him. It wasn't his fault this chat escalated quickly.

Sara: oh. my.

Dominic: i couldn't stop thinking about you all night and even if i'm reading about a red-head, i could only imagine your dark curls.

Sara: i missed you too. wanna know what color i'm wearing underneath my skirt?

My fingers worked themselves before I could think. I wasn't usually this thoughtless. I wasn't the type to sext guys at work. I put the blame on my insatiable hormones.

What in the fifty shades is happening?! I assumed he was horny and lonely. That must be why he texted me. I should tell him I had a boyfriend and cut ties with him and forget about the book club. But I couldn't. I wanted him and he wanted me. I should talk to him and if I was lucky, he might not be good at dirty talk. I might lose my infatuation fast and I'd be able to focus on my relationship without him to disturb my thoughts.

What a perfect plan.

He sent me a short audio clip and I felt my panties wet immediately. I needed to go to the washroom and... and what?

"Are you okay? Your face looks so red like it's about to explode. Do you have a fever or something?"

Madison slumped me out of my dilemma. Shit. Did I seem so obvious? Probably. Grinning like an idiot and getting excited over sexting with someone. Grab a hold of yourself. I chastised myself.

"I'm fine. I just need to pee so bad. Mind telling her that I was in the washroom if Layla asked?"

Madison nodded, eyes going back on her screen to finish editing some banners. "Alright."

With my feet scurrying me out of the room, I speed-walked to the washrooms, before anyone noticed my weird behavior.

There was only two washrooms and a sink in there. I took the one far from the door and then, I sat down on the toilet after pulling my skirt down till it reached my shins.

Setting the volume to the lowest possible, I clicked play his audio.

It sounded like shuffling stuff at first. Then, it came clear with his salacious groans escaping his lips, and the sound of something wet and slippery, I figured out his hand was sliding up and down his length. The imagery it created in my head was enough to arouse me further.

I slipped my fingers inside my lacy panties and felt the wetness coating my center. Jesus. I'd never been this wet with anyone before. I was soaking and my juice dripped down my inner thighs and it was unbelievable how a mere audio had this effect on me.

I instantly answered the phone when he rang me up.

"So, tell me."

His voice was raspy and deep. Smooth like melted butter and something sweet. I could come hearing him say or make any noise.

"What's the color of it?" He voiced, sounding breathless.

"It's baby blue. Lace, and I'm so wet."

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how wet are you right now?"

"I'm wet and dripping like..." I paused, thinking of something clever, yet, my mouth uttered a lame symbolism instead. "Like a broken faucet."

Oh, that was so bad, I cringed. Before, I'd never been this desperate and needy. I hoped he wasn't turned off by this.

"Very funny." He chuckled softly. "That's some good simile right there."

"Aren't we supposed to just do it already?" I asked, unsure of what to say next.

Most guys just get to the point and be done with it. Maybe, that was why I didn't like phone sex with people I met at the bars and clubs. Because majority of the guys sucked at doing what they do. They just ain't it, and still, they act so buff and smug.

I massaged my clit with the other hand, closing my eyes and just feeling the pleasure stream down my toes. I'd told him how my pussy was already aching and ready. Why did he have to prolong this?

"Baby, I just wanna make sure you're comfortable and ready for this." He said. "Imagine I'm with you. I want you to fuck yourself and say my name. Can you do that for me?"

The fact that he actually cared about me was enough to get me halfway there. Oh my god, he was going to be the undoing of me.

"Yes." I moaned, slipping my fingers inside my wet cunt.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." I added, head clouded with the need to release my distress.

I heard him inhale sharply. I took it as a good sign. He liked it. My tongue tested out the word and found if he liked it.

He made the sexiest noise I'd ever heard a man make and my pussy throbbed, knowing someone like him wanted me.

"I wanna fuck you from behind with your ass up in the air and your body bent like an obedient whore you are. I'm gonna pound into you till you forget everything and the only word you know would be my name."

His calling me a whore turned me on even more. My back arched as my fingers slid in and out of my pussy rapidly.

"I'm gonna call you names. You can't help but definitely love being treated like a little doll in bed. Because that's all you are to me, a good little slut. I want you to squirt all over my face after I'm done feasting on your swollen cunt for breakfast."

Oh my god. I wish this never ended. I thought of everything he said to me. They sounded so hot and tempting. I imagined his pretty face between my legs, eating my pussy like a pro, and I almost came.

Fuck. I was so close.

"Dominic, I'm so fucking close." I whimpered and my pussy closed around my fingers.

I was aching, and I could feel the sheer pressure waiting to be released.

"Wait for me, chérie. You don't come unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" His breathing became ragged as seconds passed on.

"Yes, sir."

It got harder to hold it in with him telling me all the darkest fantasies he had about me and my fingers pinching and rubbing my erect clit.

I pleaded, feeling so close, but it sounded like a whine.

"Please. I can't-Oh shit-"

I wondered if he was circumcised or not. Or if he shaved, or trimmed to leave specks of hair on his pubic bone. I knew for sure he was definitely thick, long, and hard like steel, enough to split me in half.

"Now. Come with me, beautiful."

That, and a couple of profanities and my name that he muttered during his high, was all I needed to let go.

Before I came, I painted a picture in my head how it'd feel when I sit in his lap, his cock stretching me beyond my wildest dreams.

I'd never come fast and hard like this in my life, thighs shaking and mind unclear.

"Dominic! Fuck! Oh my god!" I thrashed and buckled my hips, riding out the rest of my orgasm.

We didn't hang up. We stayed silent for a moment, before he asked me, his tone no longer needy and low. He sounded even smug about this.

"Tell me, Sara, am I now qualified to be your regular phone sex buddy?"

"You do know you're more than qualified. It was the best orgasm I'd ever had so far." I said honestly.

"Baby girl, you're missing out so much." He let out a feigned laugh that failed to hide his bad intentions. A comfortable pause. Then, he hung up when I didn't say anything. "I'll call you tomorrow. I'll miss you."

I thought I'd get tired of him. Discovering his talented way with words just made me want him more. And it scared me a little. No, much more than it used to.

For the first time in three years, I'd just realized sex with Daniel was vanilla and boring, like we both were naive virgins and like I was a fragile glass he didn't want to break. No passion. Not the type of fucking-till-the-neighbors-hear-me-scream sex. You know what I mean.

Pleasure soon faded and replaced itself entirely with a harsh dose of reality as I cleared my mess and pulled my panties back on and fixed my attire.

Fuck, I just cheated on my boyfriend. Mentally. This wasn't right. I needed to stop this madness.

I made a quick plan to fix what I'd just done, before there was far too much damage.

1. Delete his contact.
2. Don't show up at the bookclub.
3. Tell him you both are done when he dials yor number.

Easy, right?

A wee bit after I finished splashing my face and washing my fingers, I almost tapped on the trash icon and almost deleted his contact.

But my movements were slow. I couldn't do it. I was already feeling disgusted by myself for the night before. And, now, this was unforgivable. Why couldn't I just delete his number and move on?

Screw the first option. If Daniel had Kiara up his sleeves, then why shouln't I keep a male friend? Besides, I'd have fun making Daniel taste his own medicine.

I'd just make sure I'd accomplish the latter tasks and pretend we never sexted. I was busy self-loathing myself that I didn't catch faint footsteps coming my way.

"Are you alright?" A very worrisome Madison neared me.

"Yes, why?"

"I heard you scream. Are you really fine?"

Was I too loud?

"Oh, I had a bellyache. I'm good now though. I'll be back in a minute."

If I considered this phone sex totally reckless and shameful, then I was in for a big surprise, because I could never guess what lied beneath Dominic's pools of ice, unless I dared myself to find out.

···

"YOU KNOW there's a huge difference between normal burgers and long burgers."

Tina chewed on her extra cheesy double bacons burger in unmatched enthusiasm, as delicately as she could be, as if it was fragile. And I realized I wanted and needed someone who admired me the way Tina stared at and handled her food.

"It just tastes so much better when the bun's rectangular." she moaned in between her bites.

I marveled at how she effortlessly managed to look good with a goddamn hangover on the line. A few hours ago, she was whining how she felt like a hammer had wrecked her brain, yet her fingers didn't falter when she put her eyeliner on.

Hangover could never hurt this girl and I wondered what her ultimate secret was. Knowing her humor, I was positive that she'd tell me something like eating pussy twice a week was her medication.

As the bestfriend I am, I bought her ice cream, burger and some chips for lunch, because she practically complained in four different languages of how she couldn't survive without junk food.

Though I was driving, something else along with thoughts of Dominic had occupied my mind-thank god, Tina's hookup didn't drive this into a tree or something.

I was mad, but it wasn't Tina's fault. It was entirely based on this morning. You guessed it right. I fought with Daniel. And, yes, you're right again. Over Kiara The Bitch.

It wasn't a huge issue and I could be exaggerating things as Daniel put it. But there's something different about it. Despite his telling me I'd get over it, I felt a new barrier between us, like things wouldn't be the same again, especially when he seemed over the moon for Kia when she came over early in the morning for no apparent reason.

It was probably, I wasn't sure, six in the morning when I'd groggily sat up, hearing voices from the kitchen, not just any one's but Kiara's annoying cadence.

Her almost naked attire startled me when I slipped into the kitchen as quietly as I could possibly be. I could pinpoint the exact location of her tits with her tight tank top as sweat glistened on her olive skin, and she wore really short shorts that could belong to her little sister or something.

The sight of Daniel smiling at something she said didn't make me feel better.

"Morning, babe," Daniel greeted me, noticing my presence.

Kia said nothing but continue to scrutinize me with her narrow-slitted eyes.

"I had a great time this morning. Are you free today?" Kia said, her voice sweet like diabetes to my ears.

I noticed a gleam of sweat on his forehead and a twisty sense of jealousy brewed in my stomach. They weren't doing anything else. They were just talking, right?

I wouldn't show that her being here alone with my boyfriend annoyed me. I'd show who exactly she's dealing with.

"No, we have plans for today, right, honey?" I stalked toward Daniel and wrapped my arms around him before planting a kiss on his lips that lingered a little too long.

I felt a tinge of happiness, sensing Kiara's face contort in dislike. Take that, bitch.

She bid an awkward goodbye as she went home, her feet stomping on the floor like a child losing a doll. Not just any one's, but mine.

I smiled a little when Daniel started cooking bacons, my favorite, he was trying to be on good terms with me, and I knew, by then, that he'd done something I didn't approve of.

"Kia decided to come over and wanted to know if I was up to jog with her." Daniel eyed me, choosing his words carefully.

"And?" I pursed my lips, my hands on my hips, daring him to say further.

He scratched his neck as he continued, as if acting nervous could appease my foul mood. "Yeah, so we went out and had breakfast at her place. We talked a bit."

Breakfast. At her fucking place.

"Babe, I know you'd be mad. But I haven't seen her in quite a while."

If seeing her everyday at work was considered a while.

I raised a brow in utter disbelief.

He shook his eyes, as though he was explaining a difficult theory to a dumb student. "No, babe, I mean, like we haven't met outside of working hours."

He was bullshitting me. I rolled my eyes, and shrugged, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"What is it that you talk about at her place that you can't say at work?"

He let out a sigh, like he always did when he's about to say something about me being an overreacting person.

"C'mon, don't be like that. You know she's only a friend."

"Yeah, friends, because you look at her like you wanna devour her whole. And you don't make time for me anymore. Sometimes I wonder if we're acting like college students sharing a room and not really being friends," I said.

"That's not it. You're just overthinking. I love her, but she'll never come close to how I feel about you, and you know it damn well. How many times do I need to remind you of that?"

"But I hate seeing the two of you closer than necessary."

I'd cut off all my guy friends and stopped going to parties, but he couldn't do this for me.

He rolled his eyes, as if I was being an unreasonable, whiny girlfriend.

"You're saying nonsense. I have a huge migraine right now and I'd like it if you stop acting like a jealous girlfriend and let me relax on my off day instead of jumping to conclusions and starting a fight for no reason."

Guilt hit me hard. If there was one thing I absolutely hated, it's definitely being a bothersome. Right now, I sounded like one.

There he was, blaming me and pushing me away and he'd known that guilt is the worst feeling for me, I'd told him that, and now, he's using it against me, to have a hold on me. And I hated he really did have a control over my emotions.

I lost my appetite along with my passion to read a book after that unfortunate moment. Screw Daniel and his bacons.

Thus, not having the heart to bear his silent treatment, I arrived at my work place earlier than usual. During lunch time, I called Tina and decided to go somewhere to forget about my relationship crisis and have fun for a while.

I didn't feel the need to rant about my misery, except everytime Tina shot me a worried look. Yes, Tina knew. She'd always figured things out just by reading my face. Either she was really good at reading emotions, or because I'd never done a good job at hiding my emotions. Like even if I wanted to try and act happy, my mouth wouldn't twitch even a slight degree and smile.

"Open your mouth."

Tina fed me some fries since my hand was busy gripping the steering wheel. My stomach groaned appreciatively as it welcomed its lunch. For some weird reason, Tina loved feeding me. And her reason was because I behaved like a child sometimes and that I could be adorable.

"What's up with the RBF?" Tina asked, noticing my bitchy face.

Tina almost spilled ketchup on her skirt after I told her what happened this morning.

"Wait a freaking minute. Please tell me you've punched his face at least. At this point, he doesn't even deserve to call you his girlfriend." She pantomimed a retch, her expression molten.

I stayed silent and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, let me guess, you want my advice on how to survive your shit?"

"Yes."

"Why bother asking for my opinion when you're not gonna consider it anyway?"

"Well, I do consider it. But just don't say 'Break up with him'. It's not that simple." I bit down on my lip, frustrated.

She furiously munched on the fries. "That's something you should've done two years ago, since the day that asshole told you to stop going out with your guy friends and even looked at me like I'm not worthy of being friends with you. Or when he didn't come pick you up when you got wasted at a party and he wasn't even at work that time."

"But he was out of town with his friends." I tried to defend him, but she wasn't having it.

"Jesus. That's not an excuse. You're his goddamn girlfriend for Pete's sake. He's gotta prioritize you and take care of you. If I didn't come for you, someone might've taken advantage of you."

"It's in the past, Tina. I just want you to tell me how to get rid of Kiara getting in our way."

"Oh, shall I seduce and bed her? She won't want to deep throat a dick again."

I nudged her shoulder, laughing. "I'm serious, Ti."

"You can't really blame Kiara. That bitch won't go away if Daniel treats her well and dedicates all of his time to her, like she was the one dating him. Kiara will think he's giving mixed signs if he doesn't let her know her place. Just tell him you're not comfortable with their close relationship." Tina sighed, wiping her lips with a tissue.

I didn't protest when she made me drink blueberry yogurt. Tina was absolutely right. But I wished things were easier.

Daniel's reaction, if I told him the truth, would be complete dismissal, and he'd tell me I was overreacting.

I groaned in defeat. "You know, I just can't do it."

Tina clapped back. "Well, you only have two best options. Fix things or break up. It's not good for you to put up with an asshole like him. I still can't believe you let him take you out even though you'd found out he was a homophobic piece of shit."

"You know exactly why." I decided to put an end to our already depressing conversation.

Lunch ended that way and she didn't push me further.. After around 3 P.M., I called her.

"There's this vintage shop that really sells stuff we want and I wanted to take you there."

Monica wouldn't mind company. And it was Monday. She'd surely be there. Her store located in the most downtown area was easy to spot. The name Nica carved in the wooden board hung above deep maroon colored eaves. As we entered the shop, the bell rang, causing Monica to look up from the counter across us.

She beamed at me, hands on her hips, before averting her attention to Tina, giving her a through once over.

"Oh my god, Sara, you're finally here. I'm so giving you and your friend 40% off. Renee is busy today, I'll tell her you came though."

We exchanged a few pleasantries, before scouring through things.

Inside, everything was brown, from the shelves holding miniature statues, mugs and all sorts of fancy stuff to the parquet floor.

Tina's excitement was over the moon, she shuffled through racks of t-shirts, and almost squealed about wanting to buy old diary books about people she didn't even know of.

Tina grabbed tons of miniature stuff and strode off to the counter while I stayed back and decided what I wanted to get.

I bought a bronze coffee mug with a sun symbol over it and a forest green knitted sweater. I scrolled through my email, just in case Layla decided to be a bitch and send me something.

When I found none, I strolled back to where Tina and Monica animatedly were talking about something, specifically, the latest celebrity gossip and adult movies.

"Sara, your friend sure is interesting. I can't believe I haven't talked to her on discord before. We're literally in the same NSFW channels." Monica's lips stretched to a happy smile.

It didn't take long for her smile to morph into something entirely wicked.

"I've got something to show you two. Bet you're gonna love it."

I glanced at Tina, but she shrugged, following Monica to a door behind the counter.

Monica entered and switched on the lights. The room looked ordinary with ordinary-looking shelves. I was shocked to see the items totally not family-friendly. This was Monica. What did I expect?

Tina's eyes widened in mild surprise before she rushed forward, touching various dildos-at least forty-something-old, and worse, possibly second hand-and when she found one that was the biggest I've seen in my life, she yowled in happiness.

"Ti, the fuck are you doing? It's gonna split you apart like in four pieces." I said.

Monica let out a hearty laugh. "No, it won't. But I can see it's a little too big for starters."

Tina and I exchanged a look. What. The. Fuck. Thirteen inches was a dangerous choice. No, thanks, I still wanna keep my womb in tact.

"Oh, I also have a vibrator in there. There's only one left of it. It's actually called Vibrosage made in the 1933."

Monica crouched down and rummaged through the cabinet underneath the dildo display shelf. She took out a pale, almost white paper box. She grinned, and giggled to herself. Opening the box, she revealed something which didn't quite look like a vibrator. It looked more like a drill.

I watched as Tina touched the body material which was in green.

"This guy is actually cute though."

"Don't tell me you're buying it." I shook my head in disbelief.

I knew she was wild and random as fuck, but I didn't expect her to purchase this ancient sex toy.

Now, I partially regret taking Tina here. I was naturally a jealous person. Even looking at my best friend converse with someone made me feel unsettled. Get your shit together. They'd just met.

Tina looked like the happiest person alive and I reckoned she'd pass out in her own sweat and cum tonight.

When I was home, I deleted my call logs and laid in bed, my core already throbbing with th need to have Dominic deep inside my body.

I hated myself more, because I caught myself drifting away from reality and thinking about Dominic and how he'd feel, even when Daniel was sitting across me during dinner, telling me how his day went at work and saying he was sorry.

I should be telling him the truth and apologize to him. But I couldn't get the words out. I just smiled and went along with him.

Suddenly, I realized I didn't deserve him. I mean, what kind of person sexts someone, and then dines with her boyfriend, pretending nothing's changed?

Throughout the course of our relationship, I thought it was Daniel. But maybe it was just me destroying everything because I never had it in me to be loyal to a fault.

I was determined to never talk to Dominic, before I ruin things further, because I was born into the human form of the words 'fuck up'.

And I wasn't ready to give up on our love.

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Dec 7th
edited the cringe out of the smut :')

august 23rd
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ey, babes!! i've edited chapter 10 of bcwb, instead of the word master, i've placed the word 'sir'.

becuz (1) i find the roleplay between sara and dominic very rushed, and it came out of nowhere. (2) i didn't remember to a put a tw regarding the bondage aspect which offended some of my readers. (that was never my intention so i'm really sorryyy)

but in forthcoming chapters, the characters are gonna experiment on S&M aspects such as pain, bondage, & predator/prey (all of these 100% consensual ofc)

dominic wasn't calling her names to upset her. she'd told him about her name fetish, something similar (and can be considered the same) to degradation. but if you're sensitive to that kind of content, just skim through the words.

if you're also into degradation and bdsm stuff, read degradation by stylo fantôme. it's equivalent to a walking volcano, so hot and delicious.

if you want something a little wild and jaw-dropping, you should read dirty ugly toy by k webster. ;)

that's all for today. ciao, queens, kings, and non-binary pals ✨