Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sailor
I don’t know what the point was in having Amelia here for one night.
The relief was minimal and temporary, but I appreciate her as a friend.
I appreciate that she was willing to stay at my house and help me when I was stressed.
But the fear didn’t go away, and it’s even worse now that I’m alone again.
The sun has gone down, every light is on in my house, I’ve checked the windows and doors three times. I’m going crazy in here.
This is why I went to Sam’s in the first place. This is why I ran.
For the first time in a long time, I consider selling this house.
But is that going to fix my problems?
No, it isn’t. I’m scared because I’m alone, not because I am here.
Maybe if I moved to an apartment complex that was locked up with security, but look how easy it was for Shadow to get into the complex that Sam lives in? Will I be safe anywhere?
Speaking of Shadow, I haven’t spoken to him in a while, so I open up the app to check our messages and find a message from him that I somehow missed…
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Settling in okay?
The message was sent yesterday, while Amelia was here. Maybe I swiped it away in the middle of the movie or while we were chatting.
Golden_Phoenix: Hey, sorry. It’s been a little hectic.
When I don’t see a response right away, I close out of the app, change into my pajamas, and get comfortable on the couch with my laptop so I can get some homework done. I’m an hour into working on designing a new letter to fit into a font for a project when my phone goes off.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: You wanna game? Will it take your mind off things?
I read the message over and over, not sure how I want to respond.
Gaming could help get my mind off things, but I know something else that’ll work even better.
Golden_Phoenix: Yeah, it would.
Golden_Phoenix: But I have a better idea.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I do love your ideas. Please share.
I put my laptop aside, straighten my back and lift my shirt enough to show off the bottom of my breasts but not my nipples, and I snap a photo to send him.
The response doesn’t come right away, but I don’t put my phone down.
I stare at it, waiting for it to come in.
It takes a few moments, but I finally get an answer…
in the form of a photo. A thick outline beneath light pink sweatpants.
I never thought much about men wearing pink, I don’t have thoughts about it either way, but this…
this is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
Something so masculine hidden beneath something so soft.
The color is pastel almost, and I never thought of it as a sexy color before, not until now.
Golden_Phoenix: You make pink look good.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.
Golden_Phoenix: Take it out for me.
I don’t know why I’m being so bold, though maybe it’s how eager I am. Not just to see his dick, but to keep my mind busy.
With Jaxon, I wasn’t very forward. I enjoyed waiting for him to tell me what to do so I could do it, knowing I was making him happy by doing what he wants.
Now… there’s something in the power of telling someone to do something…
and them doing it. Listening to me. I like it too.
I’m not sure I’d ever fully want to be on this side, but I sure like playing with it a little.
I always knew that I was the one in charge with Jaxon. If I said stop, we stopped. If I wanted more, I got more. But giving the power to him, allowing him to take that control, that’s what I liked about it, even if at the end of the day it was mine all along.
Another picture comes in, a close-up of the thick base nestled in dark hair. The waistband of his pants press down on the center of his cock, not showing me all I want to see.
Golden_Phoenix: That’s not all of it.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Who’s in charge here?
Golden_Phoenix: Hmm… I thought it was me.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Think again, mine.
I grin, biting on my lip.
Golden_Phoenix: Please show me more.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: That’s better, but not good enough.
My stomach heats, my pussy growing slick with need. I shift on the couch as I consider what to say. I already said please, what more does he want?
Golden_Phoenix: I’d really love it if you’d show me more of that yummy cock, please.
Wow, that sounds so pathetic. I feel like an idiot.
Until his response comes in…
LMCYTTWACYAGG: God damn, that’s hot.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I think if you said those words to me out loud, I’d come in my pants.
Golden_Phoenix: Care to test that theory?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: One day, yes.
Inviting him here is a stupid idea, considering I’m terrified of being alone and what’s scaring me is the thought of someone breaking in.
Yet I’m going to invite a stranger to do just that?
I guess if you know it’s happening, if it’s planned, it’s a different story.
But, no. I’m not doing that. I need to be smart and safe, and telling Shadow where I live is stupid.
Golden_Phoenix: When can we meet again?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Whenever you want to.
Golden_Phoenix: Can we meet somewhere other than my house?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: That could be fun. What did you have in mind?
The first thing that pops into my head is the woods.
The park. The place I met Jaxon, but I don’t say that.
I can’t. As angry and hurt as I am with him, that is ours.
It’s special to me, and I don’t want to share it with someone else.
I don’t want to ruin the good memory I have of that night.
It was perfect, exactly what I’d imagined, and I won’t taint it with something else.
Golden_Phoenix: I’ll have to look into some places, but maybe I can find an abandoned building.
Golden_Phoenix: Maybe we could play hide and seek?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: That’s the best idea you’ve had yet.
Golden_Phoenix: But what am I going to do now?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: What do you mean?
I lean back on the couch, getting my camera ready. I slide my fingers into my pussy and pull them out. They glisten in the light, and I snap a photo, sending it to him.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Put those in your mouth.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Right this fucking second.
I grin as I flip the camera and bring my fingers to my mouth, opening wide to put them in. I take a picture of me sucking them clean and send that.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: How does it taste?
Golden_Phoenix: If you were here you’d know.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Being a brat tonight, are we?
Golden_Phoenix: Would you expect anything different?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I wouldn’t want anything different.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Now be a good girl and play with your clit.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Do as I tell you.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Don’t answer me until you’ve come.
I stare at the screen, waiting for another message because he said not to answer him until I’ve come, so I won’t say anything until then.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Good girl.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Take your pants off.
I get my pajama pants off, tossing them onto the floor and lying on the couch, resting one bent leg against the back of it while the other foot is on the floor.
The air is cool against my sensitive parts, hitting my wetness, and I pick up my phone from my chest, waiting for another message to tell me what to do.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: One finger only, slip it inside.
I do as he says.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Slowly move it in and out, curling upwards to hit that perfect spot inside you.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Now add a second finger, and keep up the motion.
It feels so good already, and him talking me through it is only making this hotter, making me enjoy it more. My clit is throbbing, wanting attention, but I don’t give it yet because he didn’t tell me to.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Imagine my cock in there, moving in and out of you so perfectly, bringing you closer to the edge.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Go faster.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Faster.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Now pull them out and drag your slicked up fingers up to your clit and pinch it.
I cry out, my back arching from the couch when I do as he asks, my body reacting to the sensation.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: You’re being such a good girl for me, aren’t you?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: You’re doing everything I’m telling you because you want to be good for me.
“Yes,” I murmur to myself, my hand shaking as I wait for more direction. I so badly want to touch myself, to circle my clit. It’ll take only a few swipes across it to make me come at this point.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I know you want to come for me.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please.”
He can’t hear me, but I can’t help it. I just want to come.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Go ahead, baby. Make yourself come for me. Play with that needy little clit until you gush all over the couch.
I work my clit, teasing myself, but moving fast enough that I’m going to come any second. My eyes squeeze shut, but I force them open, catching more of his messages, enough of the words to know he isn’t telling me to stop.
I bet you’re moaning. I wish I could hear them. I bet you look so beautiful as you come undone. Next time I want to watch you.
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, my pussy pulsing, gushing, just like he wanted.
The aftershocks have me unable to move for seconds, maybe minutes, my body still pulsing with pleasure.
My mouth is dry, and I lick my lips, peeling open my eyes.
I sit up and look down at the couch… and the large wet spot.
I send him a photo of it, smiling to myself as I go to the bathroom to clean up. I bring a towel back to wipe up the couch, put on my pants, then sit on the other end.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: That would have been in my mouth if I was there.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I want to lick it clean.
I smile at my phone, looking over our conversation again, wanting to memorize it to think back on it later, when something hits me as off. Something he said.
Gush all over the couch.
Maybe it was just something to say, so I shouldn’t think too much into it. It’s just my paranoia.
I sent him a picture of me, though you can’t really see the background, you could assume I was on the couch, right? Maybe he just guessed to not take us out of the scene? He couldn’t possibly have known that I was on the couch…
My heart is still pounding as I get up to get a drink, and then I get ready for bed, refusing to let my fears take control of me tonight.