My Good Girl

By Stefanie Peters

Sandy dreams about being “taken”. She wants to be pushed down and glared at.
But this is a secret fantasy of hers; she's never done it in real life. While chatting online, she stumbles across Andrew who seems to be her perfect match. He dreams about the same things, just from his point of view.
Life goes well until Sandy falls for her boss, who is exactly the opposite. He's not demanding, not glaring, not yelling. It's really hard for Sandy. But there is Andrew. He helps her to enjoy her fantasies--just online but better than nothing. But as time goes by, Sandy falls even deeper in love with her boss. And at some point, she's dreaming about him doing all these kinky things to her. Will she endure it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stefanie Peters
• Release date: Oct 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005223847

Stefanie Peters

Stefanie Peters liebt Erotik und schreibt aus Leidenschaft. Sie verbindet gerne Romantik mit Sex und so ist es kein Wunder, dass sich beide Elemente in ihren Büchern wiederfinden. Stefanie lebt glücklich mit ihrem Mann zusammen und freut sich immer, von ihren Lesern zu hören.

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My Good Girl

by Stefanie Peters

Copyright 2020 Stefanie Peters

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters are 18 years or older.

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Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

I was laying on my bed in my quiet and dark bedroom. The soft click-click sounds were the only sounds that broke the silence. The only source of light was the display of my smartphone.

I’m really happy, I typed.

Nothing for a moment. Then the response: Why?

Are you kidding me? You know exactly why.

A chuckling emoji popped up.

That’s not funny, I typed.

No?

No!

Why is that?

Argh! I thought. But at the same time, I loved it so much. He, he used Andrew as his nickname, introduced me to something I always had in me but never dared to try. And although this was just chat, it felt kind of real, at least in my mind.

What I had been dreaming of was a demanding partner. Someone who would tell me what to do. And Andrew was that type of guy, and I loved it. We hadn’t been chatting for long; I’d met him by chance, but the chemistry felt right from the first hour onward.

You still there? he asked.

Yeah.

A smiling emoji. Are you naked?

God! I thought. All my muscles tensed for a moment. No, I typed.

Really?

Yeah.

Honestly?

Yup.

Okay, I believe you. But say… would you strip for me?

My mouth went dry. Of course, he wasn’t right in front of me, so it wouldn’t matter much, but still.

Still there?

Yeah.

Huh? That’s your answer?

No.

Excuse me?

Damn! I thought.

Hello?

Yeah, I’m here.

Ah. A smiling emoji. And?

And… what?

Would you be willing to strip for me?

Mmh, yeah. But…

But?

You can’t see me, right?

That’s true.

Then…

Yes?

What’s the point in stripping if… I mean…

A laughing emoji. So you’re too shy? Or even timid?

No! I typed very quickly.

Ah. So… what’s it then?

When I didn’t respond instantly, an impatient-looking emoji popped up.

Sandra?

Yeah?

No answer?

I… yes.

Excuse me?

Even though it was just a text, I imagined his demanding voice, vibrating with authority.

I’m still waiting, he texted.

Um, yes, I’m still here.

Sandra, that’s not what I wanted to hear and you know that.

Oh, oh! I could feel it! His tone was getting darker, more angry.

Sandra?

Yeah?

This is over if you don’t give me a proper answer.

Ah… I will!

You…? he texted.

I do as you asked, I typed, hands shaking.

Ah, that’s a good girl then.

I lay there on my bed, still wearing my blue jeans and a red sweater.

Sandra, are you still there?

Yeah.

And?

And… what?

A red emoji popped ab, very angry.

My hands trembled.

Sandra?

Yeah?

If you were right here, what do you think I would do to you?

Uhm… don’t know.

You don’t know, do you? A yellow emoji popped up, it held a whip in its hand!

Sandra?

Y-Yeah?

A laughing emoji. What are you doing. Can’t you type anymore?

I can.

But?

Nothing. It’s just… my fingers slipped.

Ah, your fingers slipped. Is that true?

Yeah, that’s true.

Mmhh.

After a pause: Are you still dressed?

God! I thought.

Don’t lie, Sandra.

Damn! Ah… I… I’m still… dressed.

Do you know what I call this, Sandra?

No.

A bad girl, he typed. That’s a bad girl. And you know what I do to bad girls?

N-No.

Fingers slipping again?

Y-Yeah.

Oh…

The whip-emoji popped up again.

You know, Sandra.

Yeah?

My fingers would slip as well.

I blinked. Your…?

Yeah. My fingers would slip into you. Right after I whipped you.

I lay there, thunderstruck, frozen, unable to move, I couldn’t even blink.

Sandra?

I couldn’t answer.

Okay, that’s it then.

Panic rushed through me. I typed: Hey! I’m sorry! I’m still here! But he didn’t reply.

Damn! I thought. Actually it was a double ‘damn!’ because I didn’t know this guy in the first place. At least I didn’t know him personally. Why would I share so much with him? My secret desires? But I knew the answer. I didn’t dare to live my fantasies, and this chat was the best next thing. But even at that point, I knew I couldn’t just chat like this forever, and a part of me already trusted Andrew. I felt myself opening up to him, obeying him.

I couldn't wait to come home every day to turn on my phone. I wanted him to take control even though it was just text on a screen; it wasn’t real, but in my mind it was. He stirred up my deepest desires, my secret passion.

I tossed the phone aside, sighing. What to do? Just three words, but those words meant so much to me. A good girl. I was almost ready to die just to hear those words from a real person, from a man who was willing to push my will away and replace it with his own.

Whenever Andrew typed these words, I felt a very pleasant, warm feeling growing inside of me.

The problem was that I projected my fantasies onto my boss, Kenny Right. He had a very deep voice, which probably could be very demanding. Almost from the first moment I thought about him. He did all kinds of things to me in my mind, but in reality, he was the nicest man alive. He would never use his beautiful voice to demand anything, let alone fulfilling my sexual fantasies. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him saying those three words with his deep voice. A good girl.

But Kenny wouldn’t say those words. He might even blush if I told him about my fantasies and what he did to me in my mind. I knew that a person like him would never do what Andrew and I talked about.

But I loved Kenny’s kind and charming side. He seemed always concerned and caring. And as a boss he was fantastic. And the salary was very good.

But since I’d texted with Andrew for the first time, I had this craving, an incredible strong feeling; I was imagining all those things Andrew said to me. But in my fantasies it was Kenny, who did it to me. And every time Kenny opened his mouth, I hoped to hear those wonderful words from him—which, of course, he’d never uttered.

I fished for the phone and looked at the text again. My hands would slip, he’d