Page 24 of Sexting the Pakhan

That sends a rougher breath out of me.

Spread them wider.

The reply is immediate this time:You like giving orders, don’t you?

Only when they’re obeyed.

Maybe I’m not that good.

I laugh under my breath.Liar.

A pause.

Then:Maybe.

That one word is a tease, and she knows it.

I go with it.Touch yourself properly.

Long silence.

Then:You first.

I close my eyes for a second.

Bold little thing.

I text back with my hand around my cock, slow and tight:I am.

Her answer hits like a match dropped into gasoline:Tell me.

There are a hundred ways to answer that. I choose the one that will get the filthiest reaction:Hand around my cock. Thinking about dragging you down onto it slow enough that you’d feel every inch and hate how much you like taking it.

She goes quiet.

Then:Jesus.

I smile.That upset you?

No.Another pause.Maybe a little.

Because I said take?

This time there’s no delay:Because I imagined it.

My grip tightens. I walk back to the bed and sit again, spreading my knees, phone glowing in the dark room.

Tell me what you imagined then.

Nothing.

Then:Your hands on my hips.

A second later:You telling me not to move until you say.

Fuck. I look down at that and feel my cock jerk hard in my hand.

Would you listen?I ask.