Disclaimer: The following is a fantasy and not a genuine threat. Were we to carry this out, it would involve consenting people, proper protection and a ton of precautions.

Months ago, Flint and I were hanging around on my couch. He was choking me a little bit, holding my throat until I started to get genuinely scared and tried to buck him off of me. As panicked I would get each time he cut my breath, I kept asking for more until it was finally, maybe, a little too much.

“Tell me something scary,” I said, accepting that as a substitute. “I want you to scare me.”

Flint smiled and smoothed some of my hair off of my forehead. “The first time I fuck you, it’s going to be rape,” he replied, voice calm and even and maybe a little condescending.

“How?” I chuckled. “You can’t rape me if I want to fuck you.”

He shrugged. “Well, I’ll just come in while you’re asleep. You’ll wake up to the sound of duct tape being torn off the roll. I’ll have a few friends come along to help hold you down, and I’ll let them have you afterwards as a thanks for the favor.” He patted my cheek. “What do you think of that? Maybe I’ll get enough people to come that we’ll double your number that night alone.”

I stared at him, speechless.

“Think of that, love, half of a decade of sexual activity doubled in one night,” he grinned. “And all of it against your will.”

I shook my head, “you couldn’t do that.”

He shrugged, “if you say so.”

Some nights, I catch myself wondering whether or not to lock the deadbolt on my door.