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The dots appear again. Then stop. Then start once more. It makes me happy knowing she has no idea it’s me. I love the idea that she’s starting to talk to me without me having to ask. She wants me I know she does.

Sadie

I’m getting ready for it now. Trying on bikinis.

My pulse kicks harder. I watch her stand and walk toward her closet on the feed.

Miles.

I know. You look beautiful.

Her head snaps toward the open laptop on her bed. She stares at it, her eyes wide. I smile slowly in the dark of my room, leaning closer to the screen. She takes a hesitant step closer, then another. The delicate silver bracelet with the violet charm catches the light on her wrist. She has no idea that her wearing the bracelet tells me she wants me to touch her.

Sadie

You can see me right now?

Miles

Yes. Turn for me, baby. Slowly.

She hesitates, her cheeks flushed, but she obeys. The tiny red bikini hugs every curve, the strings are tied in delicate bows at her hips. My cock hardens at the sight.

Miles

Fuck, baby. That one. That’s the one you’re wearing tonight. I want to watch the water run down your body while everyone else looks at you and knows they can’t have you.

Her breathing changes. She shifts on her feet, her thighs pressing together.

Miles

Run your hands down your sides. Slowly. Like I would if I were standing behind you.

She licks her lips and shakes her head a little as if she’s fighting herself. She wants to, but at the same time she doesn’t. She does it, though. Her palms glide over her waist and hips, her fingertips brushing the ties of the bikini bottoms.

Miles

Good girl. Now slip your fingers just under the front. Tell me how wet you are thinking about me watching you at the party.

Her hand trembles as it dips beneath the red fabric. Her lips part, her eyes are locked on the laptop like she’s looking straight at me, because she is.

Sadie

I’m… soaked.

Miles

I know. Keep touching. Slow circles. Imagine it’s my tongue instead. I’d pull you behind one of those cabanas, drop to my knees, and taste how sweet you get for me while the music keeps playing.

She whimpers, her fingers moving under the bikini. Her thighs tremble. The bracelet glints with every motion of her wrist. I watch every second: the way her chest rises faster, the way her nipples press against the thin top, and the flush creeping down her neck.

Miles.

That’s it. Get yourself right to the edge… then stop. Save it for me. Tonight I’m going to find you, pull you somewhere dark, and finally give you what you’ve been aching for.

She pulls her hand away with a shaky exhale, visibly frustrated and turned on. Her eyes stay glued to the laptop, her breathing hard.

Sadie