Chapter 4: A secret fantasy
In spite of her common sense telling her not to fall for the obvious trap, Daphne entered Jared's apartment again.
Between the open kitchen and the dining room there was a high bar-like table with two barstools, where he gestured to sit down. After he summed up a list of available beverages she chose white wine. She observed him take a bottle out of the fridge, uncork it and pour in two wine glasses. He sat down beside her, looking her up.
She still felt a little uncomfortable. It was hard to cover herself when while there wasn't a single button left on her torn blouse, and her back was a bit sore from lying on the hard stairs. She managed to smile anyway when he raised his glass.
She took a sip from the wine, which tasted surprisingly good. It gave her an immediate thirst for more. She wondered if he intended to get her drunk. She wouldn't see why he would want that however, as it hadn't been difficult to convince her to do anything so far. She gulped as she reckoned she really didn't need to be intoxicated to behave like a slut. Jared had already found that out.
"So tell me about this 'ability' of yours," he inquired. "What do you call it? Teleportation?"
Of course, Daphne thought, that's what he wanted to talk about. But what could she say? It would probably be a bad idea to tell him this was a virtual world and he was just a character. She had no idea how he would react, even if he believed her.
"There's really not much I can tell you about it," she sighed.
"Not much is something," he kept trying.
"Okay," she cleared her throat while collecting her thoughts on what she actually could tell him. "I discovered it a couple of years ago. I close my eyes, think of the place I want to go, visualise it, and the next moment I'm there. That's all." She started to rub her back and shoulders demonstratively, hoping he would notice.
"I can't understand why you thread so lightly on such an impossibly remarkable phenomenon," he spoke. When she did not answer he just sipped from his wine, and then stood up.
He touched her back right on the painful spot, making her move and look at him suspiciously. He pulled her shoulders, making her turn, and slowly started massaging her back, much to her surprise. She was pretty sure she had not flagged the massage skill button at character creation. It didn't particularly feel relaxing, but it definitely helped clearing up the pain. She let him handle her for about a minute, while listening to his slow breath behind her.
A smile appeared on her face when he stopped, and the hands on her back moved to the front to cup her breasts.
She pushed him off and turned around on her barstool to face him. "Thanks. It's better now," she said, noticing the soreness was mostly gone.
"Hey, I'm a doctor," he pointed out as if she had doubted it. "I know what I'm doing."
Jared stood between her opened legs, caressing her thighs as he looked at her. When he leaned forward she arched her back. His tongue brushed against her upper lip, making her open her mouth a little further to let him in.
She moaned softly, enjoying this slow and erotic open kiss. His attitude was different from before, and the roughness seemed to have been replaced by tender playfulness. It made her wonder if he was finally falling in love with her.
She looked into his eyes, taking a little distance. "You're so sweet all of a sudden," she said with her cutest smile.
A low inward chuckle could be heard as he pulled up his eyebrows, "maybe I just changed my strategy."
"Strategy of what?" Daphne pursed her lips, wondering. "Conquering me?" she guessed.
His smile turned into a malevolent smirk as he leant forward, fondling her breast. "Something like that," he confirmed with a whisper. He licked her ear, making her giggle. She responded by holding on to him, caressing him. Her left hand boldly groped his nice ass.
"Tell me what you like, then," he asked softly, still close to her ear. "What turns you on?"
"This," Daphne whispered, loving the way he touched her now. His hands seemed to be everywhere, making her feel all hot and horny. "This definitely turns me on."
"Okay..." he said a little impatiently, "and what do you want to do next?"
She cast her eyes down, slightly embarrassed. "I want you to fuck me," she said, figuring that was what he wanted her to say.
Jared shrugged. "Well, obviously, since you're a sex craving slut..." he pointed out, a little condescending, "but, how do you want it... where...? Tell me what pleases you."
Daphne seemed a bit surprised with the question. She couldn't really think of something she wanted, but she could easily think of something she didn't want. "I don't want to do it on the stairs again."
"You're so passive," he said, it almost sounded like a complaint. "You really hate calling the shots don't you?" He took a stronger hold on her, and grabbed her torn blouse. "Fine. I'll tell you what you want: You want to be forced into submission! You want me to dominate you, and be a rude bastard!"
"Not... necessarily," Daphne spoke hesitantly. She liked him when he was sweet just now.
Jared raised a eyebrow in disbelief. "Admit you want me to treat you like the whore you are."
"Don't... call me a whore..." she said. She had enough of his name calling.
He let her go of her, sighing as if giving up on a lost cause. "You are, though," he said casually as he picked up his glass to take a few sips. "You dress like one, for starters," he said looking at his glass.
Daphne involuntarily started pulling her torn blouse to cover parts of her nakedness. He turned his head to watch her, and slowly looked her up.
"When I first saw you I thought I'd surly have to pay you," he continued.
Daphne really got pissed now, and she could just refrain herself from jumping up and hitting him.
As if he was daring her he came to stand right before her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you..." he smiled apologetically. "Honestly, I'm glad you're this cheap."
She couldn't hold back her anger anymore, and slapped him hard in his face, surprising herself with the loudness of the smacking sound.
She was even more surprised when she heard his deep laughter. He was actually laughing out loud. Guessing by the sound of the hit and the tingling feeling in her hand she really must have hurt him.
"Oh you love being teased don't you?" he said between laughs, snatching both her wrists so she couldn't hit him anymore. "I can tell so easily by the way you're reacting. Whenever I scold you, you just get even more turned on." He clenched her wrists painfully hard as he leaned in closer, speaking very slowly in his deepest voice. "Isn't that true, you fucking bitch? Aren't you a dirty slut with a needy cunt, begging to be abused?"
Daphne closed her eyes, trying to hide a shameful thought. Jared was right. When he said it like that it really did turn her on. Immensely, in fact.
"I'm sure you dreamed about it before you met me," his low voice turned a little sweeter, "I'll make all your secret wishes come true."
She felt his lips on hers. He let go of her arms to kiss her.
I must be insane, Daphne thought to herself while she responded to his kiss and moved her arms up to his shoulders to embrace him. His deep kiss was wilder and more compelling now, it felt so good it made her hunger for more. When he relaxed she noticed him gloating. She also noticed his left cheek was burning red from the slap she gave him. She let go, a little embarrassed about the things they both had said.
"See. I'm an excellent judge of character," Jared concluded.
Daphne avoided looking at him by emptying her glass of wine. When she put it back on the bar he took the bottle and filled it again. She took another sip, silently wondering what to say. She hardly understood her own feelings at this point. A part of her wanted to run away, screaming, the other part however longed for nothing more but to be submitted to Jared's rude treatment. She frowned, lost in confusion. Was she really so extremely bored of everything that she'd put up with this guy's erratic behaviour? Who knew what he would be up to next?
"Now," he broke the silence, "back to what I want to know." He glanced at her. "Tell me about your sexual fantasies."
She looked up, wondering if he was serious.
"Come on," he insisted. "I want to know your dirtiest fantasy. Anything you want that you've never done before. Something you've always wanted to do but never dared ask."
Daphne shrugged, looking at her glass. "I don't think there's anything...."
"Nothing at all?" Jared asked in disbelief. He came closer to wrap his arm around her. "How about a role play? You know... Teacher -- student, cop - criminal... Ooh!" his fingers tickled her neck, and she looked up into his twinkling eyes. "How about doctor - patient?" He laughed softly "In the practice of doctor Jared? We could actually do that, I'll show you my office and fuck you on my big desk during my working hours."
Daphne smiled uncomfortably "Eh, no... I don't think role play is something I'd --"
"Mmmh," he leaned closer to her ear, "maybe you'd like to try bondage. We already found out you're a bit of a masochist, and you seem like the type who'd love to get all tied up and whipped hard. Oh, I bet you'd look fantastic in leather, or latex..."
"No!" she responded loudly. She looked down, annoyed with the fact she had sounded so scared. "No," she spoke a bit calmer, "I don't think I'd be into that either." She figured he was just summing up his own twisted fantasies.
"Come on, tell me then," he hissed impatiently. The fingers on her neck reached up into her hair, softly gripping it, pulling her head back a little . "What gets you all wet just thinking about it? There must be something kinky you want to try?" He pressed himself against her side, and his left caressed her inner thigh, moving up her skirt just a little bit. "What is the kinkiest thing you ever fantasised about?"
Daphne figured she'd have to give him something, so reluctantly she whispered, "I've fantasized about a threesome."
He let go of her hair, and his hand between her legs jerked the barstool, turning her to face him. "A threesome? Really, is that the kinkiest you can come up with?"
She looked up into his eyes. She thought she had chosen a safe answer, something he wouldn't try to make happen. When she saw him lean against the bar, smiling indulgently, she wasn't so sure anymore, though.
"So, how would you want it? With two men, or a man and a woman... or an all girl team?"
"Two men," she said while a blush formed on her cheek. She picked up her glass to take another sip.
"So, what you're actually saying is you want to be double penetrated." Jared concluded, causing Daphne to almost spit the wine back in her glass in surprise. Her face was about as red as a fresh tomato now.
"I should have figured you were a DP slut," he mumbled, caressing her thighs looking down at her. "You long to feel completely stuffed, don't you? And you love to be the centre of everyone's attention, so what could be better than two cocks sharing you? Or three? Or four? I bet you dreamt about being gang banged as well..."
