I just need a minute to reconfigure? What the fuck am I, a computer program? Oh my God, I want to crawl under a rock now.
Glitch has yet to move.
“Say something,” I whisper.
His jaw clenches. The tendons in his neck become more defined. He stares and stares and stares at me. His voice trembles when he asks, “Which one?”
“W-which one what?”
“Which sorry ass, piece of shit do you want me to kill first?”
I let out a small, exasperated laugh.
“I’m not joking, Ara.” He blindly reaches behind him and snatches a pad of paper and a pen and slams them on the desk. “Names, addresses, places of business.”
“Glitch.”
“Ara.”
“Glitch!” I smack my hand on the notepad. “It’s not funny!”
“And I’m not laughing.” He keeps his tone calm, but I can see in his eyes he’s close to boiling over. “You just fritzed out because you’re haunted by the hateful words of men who didn’t deserve you, and you expect me to not address it?”
I’m not sure what to say. “You can’t just go after them.”
“The hell I can’t.” He spins my chair and plants his hands on the armrests. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry I took so long to get to you. I’m sorry you had to ever be around an asshole who couldn’t appreciate what he had. I’m sorry you don’t see your beauty like I do, or that you can’t grasp how truly insanely amazing you are.” He jerks the chair, making my heart leap in surprise. “I’ll spend all day, every day, telling you the truth. I’ll growl them in your ear, carve them into your dreams. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met. You’re funny and talented and built like a goddamn wet dream.”
I start to cry again.
Glitch cups my face and wipes away my tears. “You’re witty and sweet and silly.” He kisses me tenderly. “You drive me wild with your laugh, did you know that? I’m gonna have hearing damage from how loud I turn up the volume whenever we play online. I can’t get enough of your laugh. Your voice.” He kisses me some more. “The way you hand Carson and Trey their own asses.” He kisses down my neck. “The way you make me hard when all you do is type ‘Hi’ to me on Discord.”
He lifts the hem of my shirt and pulls it off me. “I dream about you every night. Have for over a year.” Glitch lifts me off the chair and I end up bracing my hands against his desk while he pulls my shorts down. “I’ve jacked off to the image of you every day for months.”
My nipples harden instantly.
“Do you like knowing that, Kitty?”
I do. I really, really fucking do.
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
“I imagined what you’d look like. I tried to find you online and couldn’t.”
I swallow through the tightness in my throat. “And… now that you’ve seen me?”
Glitch wraps my pink hair around his fist and bends my head back a little. “My imagination did not do you justice, Ara. Not by a fucking longshot.”
I want to say he’s making it up to make me feel better, but his hard cock shuts me up because erections don’t lie. He presses his length against my ass cheeks and says, “I want that fucking painting of you. A want a house filled with paintings of you.”
I hear his buckle release and the whooshing sound of his jeans dropping. Glitch stands behind me, getting naked while I’m reeling with his confessions.
“I can’t stand the idea of someone else getting a glimpse of your magnificent body.” He palms my tits, roughly, tentatively. When he pinches my nipples, I cry out. “And if you gain weight, lose weight, dye your hair, shave your head, or change in anyway, I want a portrait of it. I want all of you. All your phases, all your transitions.” He bites down on my shoulder, making my toes curl. “I want to see your belly round with my baby. I want to kiss your stretch marks. I want to take care of you when you’re exhausted and even when you’re full of energy and life. I want to pop into your studio whenever I want and watch you be deadlocked on your paintings, so lost with your muse you can’t even see me standing there admiring what you are and what you create.”
“God, Glitch.” He’s making my heart unfurl.
“I want you to come to me for anything you need.” He lets go of my hair and grips my waist. “And I want you to always be able to handle yourself with confidence.” He spits into his hand and rubs it along the head of his dick. I’m slick enough already, but knowing he just did that makes me even more needy for him.