Page 61 of The Roommate Subtext

Ooh, your wicked way. Tell me more.

I’d tie your wrists together up above your head, anchoring them to the headboard. Then I’d bind each leg separately, calf to thigh, then tie them open, spreading your legs wide for me.

You’ve clearly thought about this, she wrote back. Am I going to regret asking you to tell me more?

You might, he said, then kept going. I need you motionless first. Then I’d take my time on you with my tongue until you started begging.

He’d gotten off earlier that day, but this conversation had his cock hardening again. This was a fantasy as much as any of his other fantasies: he’d had sex, and he’d had kink, but he’d never had the two together the way he longed for.

I don’t know what it would take to make me beg, she wrote.

I’d like to find out. God, he meant it, too. I’d like to see how many edges before you start losing your mind. I’ve never gotten to fuck a woman who’s been edged until she’s begging for it. I bet it’s wonderful, pushing into you when you’re not allowed to come.

Fuck, she wrote. You’re driving me crazy right now, you know that??

Of course I know. He was driving himself crazy, too. Yes, Rose, of course I want to have sex with you. I want to do all kinds of terrible things to you.

Consensually terrible things.

He smiled. Yes, consensually terrible things. Like putting clothespins on all the tender places of your body. Or spanking you while you’re bent over, impaled on my cock. Or watching you fuck yourself with that very large dildo you have.

Oh my god, she wrote. I want to touch myself.

I bet you do. His cock was achingly hard, and he had no idea what he was doing getting back into this with her when they were only supposed to be talking. Get that dildo from wherever you keep it.

My nightstand.

Good. Lie down with your legs apart to let me see. I want you to rub your clit and get to the edge. Imagine me watching you.

She didn’t respond right away. Blake took the opportunity to strip off his clothes and wrap a hand around his pulsing length. The idea of Rose following his orders had him already halfway to coming, but he was going to hold off and tease himself as he teased her. The pleasure gathered as he stroked his erection, savoring each moment, his orgasm building until he could come with another few strokes.

I’m there, she wrote, and he released his cock, letting his building climax subside.

How does it feel?

Amazing, she wrote.

He could have moaned, picturing her. Good girl. I want you to take that dildo for me. Nice and slow.

He could picture her following his commands, stretching herself open with the slightly too-big cock. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she wrote.

I bet you look beautiful, he typed. How do you feel?

Full, she wrote. Stretched. It’s incredible.

Do you want to rub your clit again?

God, yes, she wrote. May I?

Nice and polite. Not yet. Stay like that and fuck yourself in and out. I’d like to watch that fat cock disappearing inside you while I stroke myself.

He closed his eyes and pictured each motion: the tilt of her hips, the folds of her cleft, the thick shaft of the dildo disappearing between them. Maybe she’d moan. He let himself linger in the fantasy while he stroked himself again, enjoying the buildup to climax.

Fuck, I want to come, she wrote to him. Please, may I?

He paused in his stroking, denied cock twitching. Are you sure you want to come tonight? Imagine going to sleep tonight all needy.

I do want to come, I’m sure, she wrote, and he smiled because of course she wanted to come. She always did.