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There’s nothing for a long moment as I lay there, my body still tingling with remembered pleasure that’s nowhere near as satisfying as it could have been, my cock still half-hard against my leg. Then I hear the buzz of my phone.
Just two words from Asha.Show me.
I feel a flush of embarrassment at that. It’s been years since I’ve sent a nude to someone, and even then, it was far sexier—in my opinion, anyway—than showing the girl I want to fuck a picture of my accidental orgasm. But it’s what she wants, and so I flick on the bedside light, lifting up my blanket and sheet to aim my phone camera at the sight of my cock against my thigh, cum spilled over my skin.
See what you do to me?
I almost can’t believe I actually sent the picture. A part of me thinks she’s going to be disgusted, even though she asked for it—Iwould be disgusted—but only a few moments later, my phone buzzes again.
You were bad, Finn. You’re going to have to be punished.
I groan, letting the blanket drop back down over me, my phone clutched in my hand.I could just not go back,I think to myself, but I already know it’s a lost cause. Whatever hold Asha has over me, it doesn’t matter if my punishment is two more nights of my cock being teased into a straining fever before she sends me home to orgasm in my dreams; I’ll still go back. I want her too fucking badly—and I’ve never felt arousal like this before, delicious and torturous all at once, maddening and better than anything I’ve ever experienced at the same time.
My phone buzzes again. I reach for it, feeling half-delirious with interrupted sleep and frustrated arousal. When I open it, I feel my cock instantly throb despite the mess still warm on my thighs.
It’s a picture of Asha, stretched out in her own bed, her arm covering her perfect breasts. All I can see is her chin, her delicate collarbones, and the full shape of her breasts with her nipples covered, down to the curve of her waist, but it’s enough to make me start to harden all over again—especially when another picture comes in, and another, and another.
Her flat stomach, just down to her hipbones. Her legs, bare and spread, but the picture stopping just shy of her pussy. Her entire, naked body, thighs pressed together, her nipples stiff and peaked, begging for my tongue.
And then one more photo, taken between her thighs, her fingers spreading herself open for me.
Don’t you dare touch yourself. But show me just how turned on you are from this, Finn.
I don’t need to touch my cock to take a photo of it. It’s stiff as iron again already, pressed against my abs, and I take a picture. Then another as pre-cum starts to drip from the head onto my stomach, sending them to her in quick succession.
I didn’t know I could get this hard again this fast. I need to come, Asha. Really come.
I send her another photo, this one from above, letting her see all of me—my balls pulled up tight to my cock, my tense thighs. I’m amazed my balls aren’t purple from the amount of time I’ve spent hard tonight, but they look normal, if a little sensitive. And a moment later, my phone buzzes again.
Such a gorgeous cock. Shame there’s no one there to play with it.
I groan, looking down at it. The head is so swollen it’s starting to strain my piercing, and I want nothing more than to reach down and give myself a quick, firm stroke, to touch it for a moment. Just a little relief—but if I do, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop.
I’m right here, Asha. I could send you pictures while I play with it. Let you see me come for you.
It’s a shot in the dark, but I have to try. Still, I’m not surprised when the text I get back is a firmno.
If you’re good and don’t touch it, Finn, maybe I’ll reward you tomorrow night.
I groan, tossing my phone to one side and letting my head fall back on the pillow, closing my eyes. I’m not going to get another minute’s sleep tonight; I feel certain of that.
—
It’s a good thing I don’t actually have anything planned for the next day. I spend the day doing errands and chores, trying anything I can to keep my mind off of my frustrated arousal, my erection receding for a little while, only to come back in full force the moment I think about going to see Asha. She’s all I can think about, and I can almost forget that in a few days, she’s going to be seeing Matvei again. I can almost forget that I can’t buy out her nights forever, that, eventually she’s going to go back to work. That I’m not going to be the only man who touches her, who hears her teasing, sugary voice, who gets hard because of her touch. That other men will do the things to her I have, be touched by her the way I have.
When I do think about it, I feel that thick, angry jealousy, a possessive feeling that I have no right to and can’t shake. It makes me want to take her far away from here, somewhere that only I can touch her, taste her,haveher.
It’s more than a little unsettling, because no one has ever made me feel that way. And of all women, Ashashouldn’t, because she’s never really going to be mine.
And yet, I go back to the Ashen Rose that night, because I can’t stop myself from wanting to see her.
This time, she’s wearing a short red silk robe the same color as her lipstick, edged in delicate lace that brushes along her collarbones and the tops of her thighs the way I want to brush over her skin with my lips and fingers. She raises an eyebrow as I walk in, poised and elegant this time, instead of splayed out with her fingers pressed between her thighs like the night before.
Just the thought has me aching the moment I see her.
“You were very bad,” she purrs, swaying towards me, her long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders. “You need to be punished. You can’t even keep control of yourself for one night in your sleep—”
Her hand is rising to brush over my chest, and I catch it in mine, holding her wrist just firmly enough that her eyes widen a little as I meet her gaze with my own. “So do you,” I tell her, voice thick with lust, and I see her breath catch. “For teasing me so much, you little vixen.”
