Page 22 of The Roommate Subtext

Ask me for what you want.

She shivered, staring at the words on the screen. Please, may I fuck myself? After a moment, she added on a whim, Sir? The term didn’t seem strange in these circumstances.

I like that word in your mouth, Rose, as much as I would like my cock in it. His message made her twitch again. Direct and deliciously crude. Yes. Take your time. Think about me watching you as you play with yourself.

Maggie lay back and let her imagination blend with the blissful feeling of being filled. It really had been a while since she’d used any toy at all.

She generally needed a hand on her clit to come, but sometimes, if she was in the right headspace or had good G-spot contact, she could get there from penetration alone. This moment, the silicone cock filling her, had her near the edge with no other contact whatsoever.

Fuck, that feels good, she typed, her body clenching around the toy. It almost made me come.

I’d love to watch that, he said. Can you come without anything touching your clit?

She paused, still shaky with arousal. I don’t know. Not usually.

That’s all right, he replied. I don’t need you to come yet. Or maybe at all. The words sent another illicit shiver through her.

His next messages came in a stream, one sentence after another. Nice and slow, now. Don’t touch your clit. See if you can get to the edge. Message me when you can’t stand it anymore.

Yes, sir, she typed, and didn’t even feel silly calling him “sir.” Her body was on fire. If he were here, maybe he would fuck her like this, stretching her open with this toy, seeing how much she could take. Her orgasm was building, spiraling from somewhere deep inside, working through her even with nothing touching her clit at all. Sparks flicked at the edges of her nerves, the tightness pulling tighter, and it wouldn’t be enough to get her there, but she was starting to fall to pieces in frustration.

Oh my god, she typed. Please, may I touch my clit?

Not yet, he wrote, but you ask so sweetly. How would you feel if I made you wait, just like this? Does that turn you on or off?

God damn it. I hate the thought of stopping but it also turns me on.

I love your honesty, Rose. You’ve got me so hard, and I can’t wait to come.

Somewhere, the Scarlet Pimpernel was stroking himself and thinking of her, and that gave her a dizzying rush on its own.

You’ve been good for me, Rose. Go ahead and rub your clit. See if you can come before I do.

Now? she typed, anxiety and arousal already ratcheting up in equal measure.

Soon. Remember, you can only come if you can get there before I do. And if not, you can ask again tomorrow.

The risk made her even more turned on, somehow. Yes, sir.

Go ahead, Rose. Stop when I message you.

She rubbed fast and hard, chasing that climax, desperate to come. She might get close and be denied, might have to sleep like this, empty and wet and wanting, nerves pulsing, denied until he gave her permission. The knot of pleasure wound tighter and tighter, and any moment, her phone could buzz, any moment could pull this all away from her, and she had no way of knowing when it would be—

Her climax crashed over her, pleasure fierce enough to steal her breath, and she squeezed around that toy over and over as she came. Her mind went blank, body twitching, coming so intensely she thought it might never end. Near her elbow, her phone buzzed right as she was coming down, and she sagged back to the bed.

Did you make it? he asked.

Yes, thank you, she typed, still catching her breath. Fucking incredible.

I’m glad. I tried to hold out, but I was so turned on. I’m panting like I ran a marathon.

She liked the thought of him unable to keep from coming, breathless with his own arousal.

His next message came through. I’m happy you made it. I wanted you to have this one.

I don’t know if I’d have slept tonight! Now that it was over, she was giddy and also suddenly exhausted. Can I take this out and clean up now?

Yes, of course.