MrD: Both?
BadApple: yes
MrD: Tell me about that.
BadApple: I just did
MrD: I want details.
BadApple: I’m not going 2 provide u a jerk-off fantasy. Use ur imagination. We fucked. It was good. We both enjoyed it. End of story.
MrD: Is he big?
BadApple: Irrelevant
MrD: Not how this works, Harper.
I close my eyes and take a long breath through my nose. I fucking hate owing people. I should never have done this. But it’s too late to turn back now. And telling him about a sexual experience might be skeezy, but it’s not like it’s going to hurt the family. Information about Mr. Dolce’s drinking problem is more likely to affect the family, but of course Mr. D is barely interested in that. He’d rather hear about whether I wanted to fuck both father and son.
BadApple: yes
MrD: How big?
BadApple: Idk, 4got my measuring tape
For a minute, I wonder if he isn’t Mr. Darling. If he’s Duke and Baron, and they’re fucking with me right now. Or if it’s Royal, and he’s trying to get an honest review. But no. If they knew I was telling someone all this, even if it was really them, they’d fucking kill me. I take a deep breath and wipe my hands on my jeans.
MrD: Did it hurt when he sank it in that tight, young pussy?
BadApple: u need help
BadApple: n yes. Is that wut u want to hear? About another man’s cock n how it almost tore me open at the seams, how it was deeper inside me than anyone’s ever been, n I screamed when he came inside me?
MrD: Did you?
BadApple: like a pornstar
MrD: Were you naked?
BadApple: yes
MrD: What position?
BadApple: idk don’t remember
MrD: Bullshit. I want every last detail. Give me a play by play. Let me picture it like I was the one making you scream.
BadApple: ur as bossy as him
MrD: He’s dominant then?
BadApple: yes
MrD: Did he require fellatio?
BadApple: yes
MrD: Did you do it?