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Drag it back up and circle your clit for me, rubbing it in tight little circles. Your fingers are my fingers. The little sparks running up your spine and down your legs are because of me.
Moaning, I can barely finish reading his message before I have to close my eyes and give in to his words–pretending he’s here.
I peel my eyes open when another message comes.
Tease yourself, sweetheart. Insert your finger halfway, and then take it back out – spread your sweet cream up and around your clit. Press down hard, and then scrape your nail over the tight bud. Feel the shudder ripple through you – that’s me.
It’s working. I can hear his voice in my head, and I can feel his hands on me, even though I know it’s just me.
Circle your entrance – feel the need, feel yourmuscles clench in anticipation.
How does he know? How can he do this to me through texts? I’m gripping my phone so tightly in my left hand, I wouldn’t be surprised if I break it.
Shove two fingers all the way inside of your heat, and curl them towards you.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I bite my lip to keep from groaning too loud. I know no one’s here, but it feels like I’m doing something wrong somehow.
Use the heel of your hand to rub yourself as you pump in and out of your tight, hot, little channel. I know your shaking, but keep going. Add a third finger – mine are bigger than yours.
Oh my God. Groaning long ang low, my legs start to shake, but I do as he says. I need to.
Harder. Faster. Rub your clit. Feel me, Ashley.
Fuck.
I drop my phone on the floor, but I don’t need it anymore. Closing my eyes, I snake my hand under my sweater and pull my bra down, pinching my nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
My breathing is coming rapid. I’m so close, I can feel it.
Curling into myself, I grind against my hand. Rubbing the heel of my palm against my tight bundle of nerves, I pinch my nipple as hard as I can. Shaking, my body can’t take anymore, and it hits me like a freight train.
I let go, giving into wave after wave as they wash over me, and through me.
I’ve never had it like that with myself before. So intense, so sensual.
Ryan just took something that is usually my own private thing, and made it his. He found a way to control me even when he’s not here. This power he has over me, and my body, scares me more than I’d like to think about right now.
I rock my hips, creating little shocks that set me off again, and my core clenches around my fingers–pretending they’re Ryan’s.
Exhausted, I sink into the cushions and sigh, my head falling back against the armrest.
Breathing in and out, I keep my eyes closed, slowly starting to drift off in a post orgasmic haze. But a faint buzzing noise makes me turn my head, and I look down at my phone on the floor. Ryan’s calling me.
Reaching for it, I suddenly feel nervous and shy about what I–or we–just did. Chewing on my bottom lip, I swipe to answer and hold it to my ear, afraid to speak.
“Ashley.” His deep, gravelly voice comes through the phone and I close my eyes, loving the way it vibrates through me. “Did you do everything I said?”
Nodding, I realize he can’t see me, so I open my mouth, but no words will form.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he rasps, and I rub a circle around my clit again, sighing as I feel another shockwave run down my legs. “Are you still touching yourself, sweetheart?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum, still not able to form words.
“Fuck.” He growls, his restraint stretched thin. “I’ll be home at six. Be naked, and be ready for your punishment.”
Before I can even answer, or process what he said, he hangs up, leaving me staring at my phone.
My punishment?
