My Brother’s Friend, the Dom Read Online Nikki Chase

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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But this guy . . . I’m so soaking wet I’ll have to change my underwear after this.

If he were to say all those things in person? I’d melt into a submissive puddle.

I just hope he’ll still respond to my messages.

PuppetMaster: Ok

As I let out a big exhale, I realize I was holding my breath.

He’s still typing. I stare, unblinking, at my phone screen.

PuppetMaster: Did you want to tell me all about your craziest sexual experience?

RealLifeDoll: Yes, Sir

RealLifeDoll: I’ve had quite a few

RealLifeDoll: But this was particularly wild and memorable

RealLifeDoll: In short, I had sex with a random guy in a park

My heart pounds in my chest. Is that going to be too much for him? If it is, he might disappear. But if he does, that means he’s not what I’m looking for in the first place.

I want something absolutely filthy. And I can’t get that with a pearl-clutcher.

PuppetMaster: How did it happen?

That doesn’t sound judgmental, which is a great sign. Sure, this is just going to be a one-time thing, but I want to make sure he’s the right guy for the job.

RealLifeDoll: I was in a park at night

RealLifeDoll: He came over and asked me for a cigarette

RealLifeDoll: So we sat down on a bench and smoked together

RealLifeDoll: We started talking

RealLifeDoll: It was a pretty emotional conversation

RealLifeDoll: He was just a kid who was going through some tough times because his parents had thrown him out

RealLifeDoll: I hugged him to comfort him

RealLifeDoll: One thing led to another

RealLifeDoll: Suddenly his hands were under my shirt

I wait for a response. PuppetMaster has been quiet—he’s not even typing.

Maybe he’s jerking off to my story. I hope he is.

Or maybe he’s just a good listener. But that’s kind of hard to judge when I can’t even see his facial expression. I wonder if we should move this conversation to a video chat . . .

PuppetMaster: And you liked it, I assume?

This would be a shameful memory for a lot of women—if they were crazy enough to attempt something like it in the first place. But to me, it was a way to feel alive again.

How can you not feel anything when your heart is hammering so hard your body’s shaking and you can’t even think, so you let someone else make all the decisions for you?

I live for that feeling.

My heart races as I type my reply. Just talking about the experience floods my system with exhilaration. It’s like I’m going through it again, in a small way.

RealLifeDoll: Very much so

PuppetMaster: Did you see him again?

RealLifeDoll: No

PuppetMaster: Did you wear a condom?

I frown at the screen.

At this point, a normal guy would ask for sexy details about the rendezvous. He’d ask what I was wearing (an easily accessible sundress), where we did it (between some shrubbery at a dark corner of the park), which position we did it in (I stood with my back resting on a tree trunk and his mouth hungrily latching onto my nipple the whole time he was fucking me), and whether anyone saw us (I have no idea).

This guy just skipped the sexy bits and went all the way to the only part about the encounter that I’m ashamed about.

RealLifeDoll: No

RealLifeDoll: I wasn’t planning on fucking anybody that night

In fact, that was the first time I ever did anything more risky than the standard one-night stand. Previous to that, the only time I had casual sex was with Luca, and he used a condom.

PuppetMaster: Sounds risky

RealLifeDoll: I know

RealLifeDoll: But that was years ago

RealLifeDoll: I always insist on a condom now

RealLifeDoll: I hope you don’t mind

Judging from what he’s said so far, it doesn’t sound like he’d have a problem with that. But guys like the illusion of having options.

Not that he has any, though. If he wants to fuck me, it’ll be—one, with a condom, and—two, a one-time thing. I don’t have too many rules, but I’m a stickler for these ones.

PuppetMaster: Not at all

PuppetMaster: It’s important to stay safe

PuppetMaster: Are you clean?

Some people would get offended by the question, but I literally just told him I’d fucked a random guy at some park. I totally get why he’d be concerned.

RealLifeDoll: Yes

RealLifeDoll: Luckily, after that encounter, all I came home with were angry scratches all over my back from the tree bark I was leaning on

I hope he takes the bait this time so we can talk about something sexy. My pussy is begging me to slip one hand into my panties.

This guy doesn’t talk much. When he’s silent, I wait with bated breath for his next word. And when he says it, he seems completely and utterly in charge.

PuppetMaster: I want you to get tested and show me the results

Ah. My first order from PuppetMaster.

Sure, getting tested for STDs is probably the least sexy thing in the world for a lot of people.



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