I’m going to be perfectly clear. I will not be kind to you. Not tonight. Are you okay with that?
Very.
Okay then. Take out your dick. I want you close to coming, but you can’t. Not until I give you the command. Do you understand?
Completely.
Sass will double your wait.
Not sassy. Just honest.
I whip off my pants and underwear, folding my blanket to coat the cold, hard floor, knowing she would have done it for me if she were here. She’s thoughtful like that.
Then I tease myself, working myself dry, needing the roughness tonight, slowly coating myself in pre-cum, wishing for more while absolutely giddy with what I’ve got.
How close are you?
Getting there, beautiful.
Good. Now you’re going to have to kneel there, keeping yourself on edge until Trips finishes fucking me. Do you understand?
Oh. Oh. That’s wow. My dick gets even harder in my hand, and a strained chuckle escapes.
Yes, Ma’am.
You know I don’t like it when youcall me that.
Then yes, queen.
Not any better. You’re just prolonging your torture.
Good. That means I get even longer thinking about you.
Sweet talker. Message if you’re too close to wait.
Aye aye, captain.
She replies with the middle finger emoji, and my bark of laughter leads to a yelp of pain, tears filling my eyes while my dick stays undeterred in my fist.
Being tortured by my girl is more than worth the pain.
My imagination goes to Clara and Trips together, and I can’t quite see it. I know it’s happened. It’s had to, with his dad’s strange obsession with them having a baby. But still. I’ll have to see it to get it.
So, instead, I imagine her with Walker and RJ, her taunting smile as she makes me wait, leaving me groaning in the silent house. I’m so close to the edge that my ears ring, every slow stroke of my palm on my dick equal parts torture and pleasure, my balls so tight that they might as well get sucked into my body at this point.
And still, no message.
“I’m not going to make it,” I whine, wishing she could hear me, that she would turn to me, her dark eyes glowing, and tell me I can, and I will, and I won’t under any circumstances come without her permission.
I grapple for my phone, and just as I manage a few letters, it buzzes.
Come for me, Trouble.
“Oh fuck yes,” I sigh, letting go of everything I’d been holding back, my knuckles and blanket getting soaked and messy, my thighs quivering, my mind completely silent.
“Fuck yes,” I say again, flopping forward, my sweaty forehead landing with a bounce against the mattress.
I scramble for the phone, awkwardly typing with a shaky left hand.
