Page 21 of The Roommate Subtext

Say please.

That made her roll her eyes. Fine. Please, may I touch my clit?

Seems like you’ve got a bit of an attitude. So, no. Keep playing with your nipples and ask me again in another minute.

She hadn’t really thought he’d say no, and those words made her muscles clench around nothing. She swallowed, mouth going dry. Her nipples were more sensitive than usual, and each squeeze and pinch sent a direct current through her. If she hadn’t been told to keep her legs open, she could squeeze them together, get some friction and stimulation that way. If only something was touching her. If only he was touching her.

Please, may I touch my clit? she typed again. What was she supposed to call him? Mr. Pimpernel? Scarlet? Maybe … sir? She didn’t want to ask right now, but the latter option made her feel twitchy.

Good girl, he sent, and she shouldn’t like being talked to like a child or a pet, but somehow the words didn’t feel demeaning. Describe how you would touch yourself if you were allowed.

I like to rub with my middle and index finger together. I start back and forth, then I switch to circles. She could practically feel it.

I like picturing that. I bet you’re wet right now.

Maggie’s face probably couldn’t get redder. Yes.

Rub your clit for me ten times, one per second. Not faster.

The first touch sizzled through her like electricity, and she sucked in a breath. She counted in her head one Mississippi, two Mississippi with each stroke, like she was counting between the lightning and thunder. It felt like lightning and thunder inside her. Ten strokes were not nearly enough.

Please, may I keep going?

Not yet. Did it feel good?

Yes, but it wasn’t enough.

Of course it wasn’t enough. Did you think you were going to get off in ten strokes? Then he sent another message. That would be a fun game sometime. See how long you have to edge before you can get off in ten of those one-second strokes.

Now her clit was pulsing even as the sensation in her nipples eased.

What if you edged all day? he continued. Do you think you could come in ten seconds then?

Fuck. She took a moment to steady her breathing, thumbs trembling over the screen. I don’t know. I’ve never tried anything like that before.

I know. I like you to imagine. The same way I’m imagining how you look right now, spread out on your bed, dripping wet for me.

Maggie squeezed her eyes shut and took a shuddering breath before typing back. You’re killing me. Sure you’ve never done this before?

First time on text, he wrote. Glad it’s working for you.

It really is, she admitted.

She could picture him smiling at his phone, whatever he looked like, hopefully turned on the way she was. It’s working for me, too, he added.

Are you touching yourself? she asked.

Not yet, he responded. I don’t want to get distracted. Besides, I like to wait, too.

She liked imagining him hard and waiting, holding off for her.

Which of those two dildos do you want to use tonight? he asked.

She blinked. She’d forgotten she sent him the photo of her toys. The smaller one was exactly the right size to fill her, and the larger one was a bit too large unless she was really aroused. The smaller one. The bigger one is a little uncomfortable sometimes.

Good. Get the smaller one out for me. Lie back down with your legs spread when you’re done.

She did as he’d commanded. The dildo still felt large in her hand, smooth silicone with a raised ridge around the head. All right.