Apparently, this is the Valentine’s that stretches on forever.
– Jayden
Chelsea fumbled her phone and coughed, trying to keep her composure at his suggestions.
“Suggesting I send sexy pics to my ex-boyfriend is an… interesting choice of Valentine’s Day activities.”
She took some more pictures to keep herself busy, spreading her legs, snapping a shot of her bare, dripping pussy.
Arnold looked up at her. “I know you want to. You’ve been so horny I could barely keep up with you since you bumped into him on our engagement night.”
“That was some bad timing, wasn’t it…”
“I dunno. I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed it. I like doing the dress up and stuff. And I got hot watching you spanking Hannah. But you need someone to boss you around and slap you around too.”
“And that’s who you want me to go to? My ex-boyfriend slash asshole who abandoned me?”
“I think that’s who you want to do it. And I think he’s good at it. You can pretend all you want, but I can tell you still want him. And he seemed very safe when we played in the basement.”
Chelsea attached the photos to a message on her phone and set it down on the bench, dropping down in front of the bars to look at Arnold.
“What happened?” Arnold asked. “You’ve said a hundred times that he’s an asshole, he abandoned you, all that stuff. And I believe you. But that doesn’t seem like the guy he is now.”
“That’s exactly the thing. He gets in your head. He’s good at tricking people.”
“I think he got in your head a decade and a half ago, and you’ve built him up into this crazy evil mastermind. You never made it sound like he actually did anything to hurt you; he just ghosted you. Which is shitty, don’t get me wrong, but you guys were what, twenty?
“Yeah. I guess.”
“And you’re totally right to feel hurt, and he’s wrong for doing it. But you act like he stole your dog or something.”
“I don’t think you realize how into him I was. When he cut me off, it was like… I dunno, losing an arm or something. This huge part of me was just gone.”
“I think I kind of get it. I think that’s how I’d feel if you disappeared on me.”
“And so on Valentine’s you’re asking me to get back with the guy that did that?”
“You could send them to Bonnie if you want. I just thought you’d have more fun with him.”
“Oooh, Bonnie’s a good idea. She was around back then. She’ll know what to do.”
“She’s totally going to take my side. She’s been wanting you guys to ‘stop being dramatic and just bone’ for months.”
“When did you talk to her about that!?”
“We were all out for drinks one night. You went to pee. She was drunk and said something about how you used to have to ask him to go to the bathroom, and it was code for hooking up.”
“One of you is mixing up two different kinks. But fine, I’ll send them to her first.”
She deleted the picture of her pussy and quickly added a message:
Guess who got himself locked in a cage and is trying to get me to cuck him with my demonic ex.
“Now we’ll see how long it takes her to answer,” Chelsea said, standing back up and pressing her thighs against the bars of the cage. “In the meantime, shut up and put that tongue of yours to better use, bitch!”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Arnold said, grabbing the bars with his hands and shoving his face halfway between them, sliding his tongue across her lower lips and drawing a moan from her upper ones.
J R Vincente 