Not what I meant. Where are you now?
Lieshe
Now? Bed.
My Lord
I want a picture of you in bed.
Oh.Oh!This is the next level. Does he mean like my face in bed or like the good stuff? I don’t want to embarrass myself and send an X-rated picture when he just means a face shot.
Shit. I have no idea what the right answer is here. I decide to be on the safe side, so I bring up my camera and experiment with the lighting and angles until I get what I hope is a kinda sexy selfie. Editing it to be black and white, I end up pretty happy with the result. I hit send and wait to see what happens.
My Lord
Tu es tellement belle.
A quick internet search has me melting. My fire god thinks I am beautiful. My neighbor had made me feel beautiful in the mirror. Lilith inspires my confidence. Gabe smiled at me like I was the angel. Even I am beginning to believe, really believe, I am beautiful.
Lieshe
Thank you ??
My Lord
As much as I love seeing your gorgeous face, I need more.
More? He said “needs.” Swoon. I love the idea of him needing more of me. I swallow hard, wondering where this conversation is going. Like dirty pictures more or sexting more?
Having never done either one, I anxiously watch the three gray dots, waiting for another text, and realize my battery is low. I search my bedside table, but my charger isn’t there.Why don’t I put things back where they belong?
I get up and hurry over toward my chaise to grab the one I keep there. I try to hustle, wanting to get back to our chat.
My Lord
Send me another picture.
Lieshe
Of me?
My Lord
Is there someone else in your bed?
Lieshe
No!
My Lord
Good. Because I’d fucking gut them.
What is going on? Luke gets into a fight over me and now I’m the prize? This is so weird.
My Lord
Now be a good girl and rub that pussy for me. I want her ready for her close up.
