Page 75 of The Monster and the Masochist

I don’t like to be kept waiting, Theodora.

Fuck.

In my rush, I fumbled the phone twice before finally just deciding to take a selfie from the collarbone up. I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t wearing any clothes, but make her wait for anything more.

I didn’t want this game to end too quickly.

I was going to play it like strip poker. Start slow and save the good stuff for last.

I snapped the photo, making sure I was happy with it before hitting send.

The wait for her response was excruciating.

But when it finally came, I smiled.

Baby Girl:

How disappointing.

Theo:

Hoping for more, baby girl?

Baby Girl:

Obviously. Tilt the camera lower. *smirking emoji*

I chuckled.

She was so bossy.

I fucking loved it.

Theo:

Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.

Baby Girl:

Are you seriously going to make me go tit for tat with you on this?

Theo:

More like tit for tit, but you know… semantics.

Baby Girl:

You’re the worst.

I snickered quietly to myself, but immediately stopped laughing when the next text I received was an image.

I’d been right about the lace slip. The photo she sent was an aerial shot. Her face wasn’t in it, but I had a perfect view of her exposed chest. She’d tugged the neckline of her slip down, so it framed the soft mounds of her perfect breasts. Her dark nipples were hard, and she was gently pinching the right one between the fingers of the hand she wasn’t using to hold the phone.

Holy fuuuuuuckkk…

Suddenly, my mouth went dry, as if all the moisture in my body was needed to satisfy the pulsing need growing between my thighs.

My hand slid down my stomach of its own accord.