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My heart stammers as my breath quickens. I shouldn’t read into this. It shouldn’t affect me the way it does. It’s hard to stopfeelingsomething, though, and I must have it bad if a text makes me hot all over. His praise makes me crave more, makes me want to do everything I can just for him to earn two words.“Good girl.”
The scared little woman I’ve been is slowly peeling away, crumbling as he builds me up. He makes me want to keep becoming a better version of myself. With Ashley’s encouragement and Daniel’s praise, I’m not afraid to try new things, to push my comfort zone and escape the safe bubble I’ve been miserable in for so long.
It’s almost funny that it’s taken me until now to realize that I was miserable. I assumed I had to earn happiness, that I had to do something right to get it, but everything that’s happened since Ashley moved in has demolished that old thought.
See you tomorrow.
My fingers hover as my pussy tingles. And perhaps it’s because this is over text that I have fewer restraints as I add,sir,to the text.
His response comes faster than I expect.
We’ve talked about that word, Grace.
I wet my bottom lip. After what we did earlier today, after how naughty he was with me… maybe I should bebadtoo, show him that it’s not just about my having pleasure. Maybe I could work him up a little and give him something better than a temporary view and a taste.
I know when to call you that… sir.
I smile to myself as my thighs squeeze together to cover how empty my pussy feels.
Are you being naughty now?
My fingers hesitate. He tells me I’m a good girl, not that I’m naughty. Does that mean he wants me to stop? Does it mean that I’m pushing too far, being too greedy?
I take a breath and adjust on my bed, kicking my blanket down, and lower my phone. My fingers graze over the hem of my panties and my tank top wrinkles up, barely covering my breast as I take a photo. My brows tighten together as I try again and again. The blush on my face only deepens as I finally send one to Daniel.
Does this count as naughty?
The second I send the message, I roll and bury my face in my pillow. What am I doing? I never did anything like this with Bash. I didn’t want to send him photos, to tease him or rile him up. I wouldn’t have even hinted at wanting more than making out because it felt silly and ridiculous, and a part of me still feels that way.
Why would Daniel want my petite little body? Why would he want me when he can’t touch me or taste me? Is it only fun if it’sat work and we could get in trouble? Is this just a fling that we’re not supposed to talk about?
Darling, are you going to touch yourself while thinking of me?
I peek at the message, noticing my flower blanket and some stuffed animal are showing. I groan and shake my head. How can he look at me like a woman when there’s so much that’s immature about me?
Maybe.
I start to type out to him that I don’t get excited on my own, not like when he’s guiding me, when he’s touching me, talking to me, but that feels so ridiculous to say that I delete it all and huff. I squirm and play with my tank top, not sure what to say or do. Even after watching porn, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to excite him.
Are you wet right now, Grace?
I stroke over my mound, then hesitate. I exhale, then slowly run my finger over my panties between my legs. They’re not as wet as when Daniel’s in front of me, but they are… just a little. Texting it feels so impersonal. Why do people do this? Another text from Daniel pops up.
Be a good girl and show me.
My fingers hesitate, then I shyly spread my legs. I almost cover my panties because why would he want to see if I’m wet through my underwear? Then again, I can’t imagine taking a picture of myself naked. My nipples harden at the idea because it’s just as naughty as what we did in his office today, but the idea of anyone else seeing it terrifies me.
I take a few pictures, then decide if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. Spreading my legs wider, I start to slide my fingers into my panties from the side, rubbing over one of my pussy lips. Focusing my camera there, I take a picture and look at it for all of one second before I send it to Daniel.
I’m not as wet as when you touch me or look at me, sir.
I am looking, Grace. I’m devouring every perfect picture you send me. Each picture makes me want more. I should be between your legs right now, peeling your panties off you, kissing those perfect thighs until I please you with my tongue.
Another text bubble pops up, disappears, pops up, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to wait or push forward. He finally asks,
What do you need to get turned on and eager for me?
It’s my turn to pause. I needhim.
