done to ignore the weight of it in my pocket and my nerves. But two hours later, I’m just staring at this month’s purchase list and not seeing any of it.
Then my phone vibrates. I pull it out quickly and grin when I see her name.
Angel: Have you thought this through?
Tyler: Extensively.
Angel: People might see us.
Tyler: I don’t give a fuck. I want them to. I’m not ashamed of you, Angel, unless you are of me?
Angel: Of a super-hot, dominating sex god? Never ;)
I laugh.
Tyler: So go on a date with me.
Angel: Somewhere public?
Tyler: You think that will stop me from fucking you?
Tyler: But yes, somewhere public. Say yes, Angel.
Angel: Yes, Daddy.
Tyler: Good girl. Wear a dress, something sexy. Let them all see your curves and what they wish they could have. I will pick you up at 8:45 PM.
I put the phone away and lose myself in numbers, finally able to work. But later on, I’m lying on the sofa, thumbing through my phone for pictures of her, when I realise I don’t really have any.
Tyler: Send me a picture, I’m missing your face and body already.
One comes through instantly of some sock-covered feet, making me smirk.
Tyler: Of your face, Angel.
Another one comes through, this one of her breasts, and I groan. She’s in nothing but a tiny crop top, her breasts almost spilling from it, and her nipples are pebbled. I can see her chin and the smirk of her pink lips as well.
Just then, I receive another one. It’s of her face with her blonde hair in a bun on top of her head. Those mischievous eyes call to me, and my cock is hardening, jerking, as I watch more and more arrive like a stop motion movie.
Of her hand cupping her breast.
Pulling down her shirt, her nipple peeking through her fingers.
Her hand tracing down her stomach to small, lace panties, her legs bare.
I pull out my cock, holding the phone one handed as I watch them come through. I stroke myself, groaning at the sight of her hand slipping into her panties. Then I see it—her pink glistening pussy. But my phone goes quiet. I thumb back through the messages, stroking myself leisurely until a video arrives.
It’s of her touching herself, those gleaming fingers sliding inside her again and again as she fucks herself. Her clit is engorged as she rubs it quickly, and I can hear her panting and the sound of her TV in the background. Fuck. I stroke myself quicker, my eyes fastened to the screen. I can’t drag them away from her fingers pushing in and out of her cunt, quicker and quicker until she moans loudly, her fingers slowing as her pussy pulses.
She rubs herself through it, and I can’t help but spill across my stomach as I watch her. The video cuts out, the end screen a shot of her body, showing me all those delicious curves that are mine.
Fuck, she’s going to kill me.
After I can stand again, I clean up and lock the house. But when I’m lying in bed, all I can do is smell her scent and remember the way she felt in my arms. Her side of the bed is cold, and I hate it.
So I grab my phone again.
Lexi
Another text comes through, and my heart flies at it. I crave his words, this contact, even though I shouldn’t. I walked away, I made the choice, and now I’ve agreed to a date. Isn’t that serious? Why did I send those pictures and the video? I was missing him, that was for sure, and I wanted to tease him. I wanted to know he was still thinking of me, still craving me the way I was him. Hell, I even changed his name to Daddy in my phone. Now I’m lying in fluffy pajamas, watching some sappy love film, and missing the way his arms felt around me. His lips ghosting across my cheek and head. Missing the safety and happiness I found with him.
Daddy: Don’t forget to eat.
Shit, how does he know I haven’t?
Angel: And if I don’t?
Daddy: Then tomorrow, at the restaurant, I will bend you over and fuck you for everyone to see as punishment.
My pussy clenches, but I do as I’m told. I don’t particularly want to be arrested, but Tyler does tempt me. Would he actually do it? Fuck. I can’t stop imagining it now as I warm up some pizza and grab a beer.