Page 25 of Sexting the Pakhan

She answers faster than before:I think so.

Think?

I might beg first.

That drags a groan out of me.

Begging is fine,I type.As long as you still do what I tell you.

She’s quiet just long enough to make me impatient.

Then:What if I want to be difficult?

I laugh once though there’s no one here to hear me.Then I’d hold your thighs open and make you come before I gave you anything else.

She disappears for several seconds.

Then the answer comes in one line:That’s not fair.

I’m not known for fairness.

No kidding.

I stroke myself faster now, feeling the drag of my hand and the tightening in my abdomen.

Use two fingers,I tell her.

Her reply is immediate, almost breathless even through text:You really think you can tell me what to do?

You’re still doing it.

Silence.

Then:Fuck.

A second later:You’re right.

That one makes me bare my teeth.Good. Keep them there. Slow.

No reply.

Then:You sound like you’ve done this before.

I have.

That pause is different. Heavier.

Then:And you’re talking to me like this anyway.

That one catches more than my body. Something quieter. Deeper.

I answer honestly:I’m talking to you like this because it’s you.

Her response takes longer than any before it. When it comes, it’s just:That’s unfairly hot.

I grin.Touch yourself and stop complaining.

She answers with another single word:Bossy.