I only have to imagine it, and I’m hard again.
The phone trembles in my hands.
Just imagine if I could hear your voice, too.
The desire to call him is suddenly uncontrollable.
Are you touching yourself?
“What?!” I yell into the darkness of my room.
I am.
Oh, my God.
You stop typing.
I don’t know what to do; I’m frozen with the fear of falling into his trap. I know he’s trying to make me cave – just as I know how much I want to play this game with him, to see how far it can go.
I never thought I’d have to add sexting into our agreement.
Silence from his end. Maybe I was too brazen.
I wait a few seconds before my fingers start to move of their own accord, possessed by something dark and powerful that has nothing to do with me:
If you don’t stop all these games, I’ll have to punish you.
…
I smile.
Severely.
…
I might even have to spank you.
More silence – then, he responds.
Only if I get to spank you, too.
I cover my face with my hands, as if anyone could see my embarrassment.
Think about it, Headmistress.
I wait a few moments, then tumble like an apple falling from the tree, rolling towards a hungry serpent.
I am.
* * *
“What didyou get up to this morning?” Anya asks, passing me a cup of coffee and sitting on my desk.
“What do you mean?”
“You seem…I don’t know, happy.”
“Me?” I tear my gaze from her and take a few sips.
