Page 59 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

The last few days had been torture. Not just because of being forbidden to touch himself. The things Aunix had said to him the last few days still floated around him like spirits waiting to enter his body.

You deserve to be loved.

He’d reread that line a dozen times already, waiting for the words to penetrate his skin. To sink in so he could believe them.

He hadn’t quite managed it yet.

He got out of the shower and patted himself dry with the soft towels Aunix had given him. He took his time, slathering on the moisturiser he’d gotten recently after Aunix had mentioned it. He dried his hair, put on his silk pyjamas, and spread out on his new, floral-smelling sheets.

Charlie

Hi daddy

Aunix

Hey, baby

How’re you feeling?

Charlie

Good

Took a shower and cleaned myself up real nice

I’m wearing your pjs

Chase had prepared for this conversation in more ways than the obvious.

He’d gotten a camera and a tripod with a ring light that he could set off with a remote clicker. The picture would be sent straight to his phone, ready to be forwarded to Aunix.

He got on his stomach, ass to the camera, arching inwardly just enough to make it pop.

He snapped a photo, inspecting it on his phone before sending it off. He looked good, long legs and round ass, the silk shorts riding up high.

Aunix

Is this now?

Charlie

Yep

Aunix

Who’s taking the picture?

Chase snorted.

Charlie

Are you jealous?

Chase waited, but there was no response. A million sparks of electricity shot through his stomach, nervousness and delight and affection.

He took a photo of the camera equipment with his phone and sent it.

Charlie