Secret Screens

Charlotte’s POV

The older man I started chatting with online knew exactly what to say to make me wet.

His dirty talk sounded too much like Sebastian, even though I told myself it couldn’t be him.

I laid in bed with the lights off, phone glowing against my face. Just me and my new man against the world.

I see the reason why so many girls in school are crazy about that app. This is exactly what I needed after Sebastian shut me out.

His name was the first thing that popped up after I created my account. I already got wet just by reading his bio. So immediately I noticed he liked my profile, I sent the first message on a whim.

Bold of me. My mom won’t believe her innocent daughter is this corrupt.

I told him I wanted an older man who knew how to handle a girl who needed it rough.

And he answered quickly. Good girls get rewarded. Bad ones get choked and used until they can’t walk straight. And that’s exactly what I wanted. To be pounded until I can’t walk properly.

My thighs pressed together. As I typed back, heart racing. Told him how I wanted to be bent over. Spanked. Filled deep. Thankfully he matched my energy.

The way he described grabbing my throat while he fucked me from behind. How he’d make me call him Daddy. How he’d breed me until I was dripping.

We excganger pictures. No faces. Mine showed the collar tight around my neck and the curve of my breasts. He showed big hands and a watch I swore I’d seen before. It looked so much like the watch Sebastian wore.

I told myself it was a coincidence. Lots of men had watches like that.

The chat got dirtier. He mentioned a stormy night. How he’d fucked someone while rain hammered the windows and someone slept in the next room. My breath caught.

It sounded much like the night I was disvirgined. “Is it possible Sebastian’s on a dating site ?” I muttered to myself.

I sent him a picture of my fingers buried inside me, legs spread wide. Hoping he’ll recognize my pussy if he was sebastine but he didn’t.

He replied with a voice note, instead. “I’d pin you down and fuck that pretty pussy until you squirted all over me. Then I’d make you clean my cock with your tongue.”

I came hard listening to it. My eyes blurred. Whispering his name even though it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

But the voice sounded so familiar it made my stomach flip. Auntie Maria almost caught me the next morning. I was in the hallway, phone in hand, rereading the messages when she turned the corner. “Miss Charlotte. You look flushed. Is everything alright?”

I shoved the phone in my pocket. “Nothing Auntie. I was just reading my favorite novel, that's all.” The excuse felt weak. She gave me that look again. But I didn’t care. I've left my step father like she wanted, so what’s the worst thing she can do?

“Aunty Maria, I’ll have to go back to my room.” I slipped past her before she'd say anything else.

Mom breezed through for lunch, she barely stayed long enough to eat. Before she had a call and left.

“I forgot I have a big presentation today. I need to kill it. I forgot my iPad at the office so I’ll go get it and quickly go through my documents. It’s not easy maintaining the family name, sweetie.” She kissed my forehead and left.

We didn’t have any conversation like every mother would do with their daughter. “Mom, is that it? When are you going to take a break? Daddy owns the company but he’s always around more.”

I can bet she heard me. She didn’t even ask how I was doing.

The house became lonely again, it was just me and auntie Maria so I went back to the chat. The older man was online. We picked up right where we left off.

He described tying me up in a basement room. Using ropes. Making me beg. I sent him another picture. My ass this time, red from the spank I’d given myself thinking about Sebastian.

He replied instantly. Perfect. I’d make that ass even redder.

His words were too familiar. Like how did he know exactly what to say to turn me on?

The way he typed. The things he wanted. I pushed the thought away and kept typing. Told him how I needed an older man to ruin me. How nothing else felt good anymore. He sent a voice note back.

That low rumble again. “I’d fuck you in a storage room. Hard. Not minding if someone could walk in any second.”

My pussy clenched so hard it hurt. I was touching myself again, fingers slick, when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

Sebastian walked past my door. His voice penetrated through my room as he answered a call. It was the same low tone from the voice note. Exactly the same.

I froze with my hand between my legs, heart slamming against my ribs. It couldn’t be. But the timing. The voice. The way he described things that had actually happened between us.

He paused outside my door for a second. I held my breath, phone still open to the chat, the latest message from the older man glowing on the screen.

The footsteps moved on. I let out a shaky breath and typed back to the stranger, fingers trembling. Tell me more about that storage room fantasy.

I think we should meet up soon so we’ll know each other.