Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(15)

My phone vibrates, and I pick it up to find I have three missed messages from Mr. Stupid.

Why can’t I just be a vanilla guy? What’s so wrong with that?

Technically my results are Experimental, Submissive, Brat. Which sounds a little vague, don’t you think?

What about you?





I stare at the screen. What started as me teasing him has turned into something else. A real conversation. And I know where real conversations go. Soon we’re talking about ourselves, and using the promise of anonymity as a safety net to expose our deepest secrets, and then what?

Then he finds out that I’m too old for him, nothing like the hot young girls he could probably get, and it will end with disappointment. Best to get it out of the way now.

I’m thirty-four.





That’s what your quiz results told you?





No.

I’m telling you now, since I didn’t put it in my bio.

I’m thirty-four, and I see you’re twenty-two.

So maybe before this conversation goes any further, we should just get that out of the way.





K





K?





Yeah. K.

So, what did your quiz results say?





Well, that’s not the response I was expecting.

Domme, Mistress, Brat tamer





Wow.

You sound scary.





LOL. I’m literally the least scary person ever.





Nice on the outside.

Fucking terrifying on the inside.





I laugh, hating the way my cheeks are burning with a blush. I’m wasting so much of my time flirting with this complete stranger, which is stupid. My to-do list is a mile long. I don’t have time for this.

I think you like the idea of me being terrifying.





Yeah, maybe I do.





You know what that means, right?

You might be more submissive than you think.





Haha. Nice try.

I was just saying it’s hot that you have a hidden kinky side.





Would it be as hot to you if my hidden kinky side liked to be tied up and treated like a slave?





You’re trying to make me admit that my quiz results were right. I’m not going to do it.

And no. I think the fact that you’re sweet on the outside and a scary domme on the inside is especially hot.

Something about how unexpected it is.





You don’t even know me.





True. But I’m using my imagination.





Okay. And what are you imagining?





Hmm…





I’m picturing you in a cardigan. Button-up blouse. Tight pants in a fun color, like orange or purple. You like your clothes, but they don’t show off your body well. And it’s a great body.





I bet you work a lot. You love your job. You’re in management or something where you’re in charge…obviously.



And I bet you don’t have sex nearly as much as you should.

I force myself to swallow. Looking down at my outfit, I start to wonder how much I could have possibly given away in our limited conversation, but then I realize that was a generic answer.

You got all that from my blank profile?





Was I right?

I’m wearing a dress today. It’s black.





I smile to myself as I add the next part.

My cardigan is red.





I was close.

I don’t wear clothes that show off my body because clothes were made to cover your body, not “show it off.”

I do work a lot, and I do love my job.

I own a company, actually.





What about the last part?

The part about sex.



Something between my legs tingles at the thought.

I’m not answering that.





Haha, so that’s a yes.

I mean…I’m on this app.

I feel like that should say enough.





Well, I’m on the app, and I get laid plenty.



I let out a groan. Just like that I’m reminded that he’s twenty-two. He ruined it with one line.

I’m sure you do. Lots of vanilla sex.

There’s nothing wrong with that.





Aren’t you going to tell me how you imagine me?



I take a moment to think. I don’t want to be cruel, but what I imagine might not come across as complimentary. But if I couldn’t scare him away with my age, maybe I can scare him away with the truth.

I imagine you’re just as good looking as you think you are. You have no problem getting girls, but you do have a problem with finding satisfaction, which is why you’re on this app. I think you’ve been lied to by so much toxic masculinity in your short, sweet life that you believe real men have to be dominant, so you won’t let yourself accept the truth that you’re really submissive, and the idea of a woman taking control over you secretly turns you on.