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Mak

I knew it. I fucking knew it! Carson is WolfByte and now I’m seething mad. He knew this whole time that it was me and didn’t say jackshit about it. Of course, neither did I, but that’s because I had my doubts and second guessed myself. He just looked me deadass in the eye and called me by my kink app name.

Carson didn’t second-guess shit. Confident, and probably loving that I was basically clueless that it really was him, he waited until the end of our session to throw that bomb at me.

Holy shit, I’m soooo embarrassed. It was bad enough that I dressed in all that lingerie in front of a stranger to take photos of me, but then I got topless and put on those damn wings—because he was seriously making me feel so great in there and I wanted to be adventurous and spicy—and I really let my bookworm flag fly.

Then he walks me to the elevator like a gentleman, only to leave me gaping with my mouth on the floor as the door shuts and cuts off any words I might have come up with had my mind not just been blown.

Well played, Carson. Well. Fucking. Played.

Holy shit, my head’s spinning. We connected so well. Like, we immediately clicked. Why didn’t he tell me it was him all along? Was he trying to remain professional? Maybe. I mean, I would if it were me. Being in a Dom/sub relationship should come with some discretion and I haven’t signed the contract yet anyways, so why jump the gun, right?

Damn. That man could be chasing me through the woods and fucking me?

Be still my quivering pussy.

Ding! The door opens and I head out of the building, gripping the straps to my bookbag, while simultaneously trying to gather my wits. I’m so confused on how to feel about this now.

Cool air hits my face and I’m grateful winter is almost here. I’m so hot and bothered… no, I mean hot and pissed off… I grumble a million incoherent words as I head to my car.

Bet he didn’t say anything because he’s not into me.

I bet it was the K-pop. Or the smut books.

Or my hair and figure.

Oh no, did I have something in my teeth?

I was so determined to be myself and not hold back thinking I was never going to see this photographer again so it wouldn’t matter and… and we shared such personal things—especially on his end—fuck, now he’s probably going to rescind the contract and block my ass online.

How did I let my guard down like that?

How did I once again second guess that it was WolfByte? I should have gone with my initial instincts and just asked him. I could have brought up the app in a nonchalant way. I could have paid better attention to his mouth and noticed if there were piercing holes from his snake bites. But nooooo. What was I doing? Spending a tremendous amount of energy keeping my lust in check and bouncing between turned on and easy-going because Carson made that session so fun and stress-free. It was natural to pose, even if some of the positions were hard to hold. And if I wasn’t focused on doing what he told me, I was busy sneaking peeks at his fantastic ass, sinewy forearms, and broad back.

Carson’s my type.

I love a man with meat on his bones. The dad bod thing he’s rocking is totally up my alley. Fuuuck. I’m starting to sweat. Aren’t I too young for a hot flash? Shit.

Carson’s hot and fun and big and talented—he’s the total package.

And can we just talk about how easy Carson is to be around? I mean, hell, I just did yoga in lacey underwear with him and didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

Holy fuckballs. Carson is WolfByte.

His profile picture has longer hair and lip piercings—both of which are major turn-ons for me—but now that I’ve seen him in person, the only thing that’s changed is my desire. It’s so much higher now.

I can’t believe he didn’t say something about me being Pricurious sooner. I feel steamrolled by emotions I refuse to grasp. Shit, I need to think this through. Fuck that, I need to phone a friend.

Dropping my bag in the backseat of my car, I rummage for my phone and quickly dial my best friend, Leah. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I sigh, sitting in my car with my head tipped back. “I need to overthink something out loud.”

“Oh goodie. Let me get comfy first.” Muffled noises fill my ears and then she says, “Okay, I’m ready. Go.”

“Well… I joined that kink app.”