Page 76 of The Monster and the Masochist

I stared at the photo of Cassandra’s breasts as I dipped a finger inside myself to wet it before dragging it back up to circle my clit.

Another text came in, and I cursed, wishing I had three hands so I could continue to sext her and touch myself at the same time.

Baby Girl:

Your turn.

Jesus.

I guess a deal was a deal.

Dragging my now-wet fingers up, I mirrored the shot she’d sent me and forced myself not to overthink it before hitting send.

I wasn’t shy about my body. I spent a shit ton of time in the gym, and it showed, but there was something so intimate and vulnerable about showing this part of myself to Cass.

The light from my phone lit up the glistening path of wetness from my fingers, and it was clear from the photo exactly where they’d been before I’d taken the picture.

Cassandra’s next text was immediate.

Baby Girl:

Were you touching yourself to me, baby?

It was like she’d said the words directly in my ear, and my entire body rolled with a wave of arousal.

Baby.

I called her baby all the time, but that was the first time she’d ever called me by something other than my name.

Holy fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This woman was going to destroy me.

Not caring that I was getting my own cum all over my phone, I quickly typed a message back.

Theo:

How could I not? You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl. What I wouldn’t give to have one of those perfect tits in my mouth. I would suck you so good, baby. I’d have you begging for more.

Baby Girl:

I don’t beg, Theodora.

I flinched, hoping I hadn’t gone too far with that last one, but any concerns I had melted away as a second text immediately followed.

Baby Girl:

But you will be, by the time I’m done with you.

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Iwatched, smirking with amused satisfaction as Theo’s texting bubbles appeared and disappeared several times. I could almost feel her desperation through the freaking walls, and it was so fucking hot.

Imagining her in there, touching herself to the thought of touching me was so erotic… My body was humming.

The picture she’d sent me had been so perfect. I imagined what it would feel like to trace my tongue between the valley of her breasts before nipping down on one of those tight, perfect nipples.