My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat. I scrambled upright, fingers still shiny and sticky, staring at the screen like it might explode. The dots bounced. Vanished. Bounced again. My stomach dropped through the floor. I watched them for what felt like an eternity, every second stretching into something sharp and unbearable. He was reading it. He was reading every filthy word I had written about him fucking me, owning me, making me come on his cock while calling me his dirty little secret.

The dots stopped.

Nothing came through.

I waited.

One minute.

Three.

Five.

Still nothing.

I almost gave in to...