Was that DMV some kind of portal into an alternate dimension? Because this couldn’t be real. Not this man being obsessed with me, and certainly not me wondering what it might be like to let him drag me into the light he seemed to bask in.
“Your turn, Gemma. Show me what you can do to that incredible body of yours.” Sasha winked before ending the video.
The screen went black, and I stared at it, my mouth hanging open. He couldn’t be serious. No way was I going to film myself in a piss-poor attempt to masturbate. I’d already told him how difficult that was for me. Hell, I still didn’t understand what kind of sexual voodoo he possessed that had me coming on command last night. Like he could snap his fingers and make my body do whatever he pleased.
Tapping the phone, I unlocked it, poised to send a text. But that’s where I got stuck.
What the hell did I say?
Thanks for the show, have a great night?
The last twenty-four hours have hit my quota on sex for the next year, and now I’m all set?
I’ve already gone viral on the internet. I don’t need to add a sex tape leak too?
I was still debating when an incoming text popped up.
Sasha:Don’t make me wait, Kitten.
Okay, enough of the madness.
I’m not doing it.
Three bubbles indicated he was typing a reply.
Sasha:Please. *Pleading eyes emoji*
I’m glad you got what you needed, but I just want to go to sleep.
Sasha:What I need is you, but you’re not here.
Didn’t you play a game tonight? Aren’t you tired?
Sasha:No. I’m wired. Full of adrenaline after a win, and I’m dying to work it off by pounding into your sweet pussy until you’re screaming myname so loud all your neighbors know who you belong to. But instead, I’m stuck in a hotel room in Atlanta, and my hand has nothing on you.
Jesus Christ. How did you respond to that?
Um. I’m sorry?
Sasha:I don’t need you to be sorry. I need you to slide your hands between your creamy thighs and rub tight little circles over your clit while you moan my name, picturing my face there instead.
Why was I panting? I should be appalled, not turned on by his filthy commands.
I’m not filming myself doing that.
Sasha:Fine.
Fine? Just like that, he was going to let it drop?
The phone buzzed incessantly in my hand, and I realized how very wrong my assumption had been. He wasn’t just calling me; he was initiating a video chat.
Squeezing my eyes shut, berating myself for even entertaining this notion, I took a deep breath before reopening them and pressing the button to connect the call.
Sasha’s handsome face filled the screen, his signature grin front and center. “There’s my beautiful girl. You’re right. It’s better this way.”
“Better?” I blinked at him.
“Yeah.” He reclined on the bed, throwing an arm behind his head, resting on a pillow. “This way, I can watch you in real time.”
