Page 32 of Endless Obsession

I reach down, adjusting myself again. I can’t remember the last time I was this hard for anyone other than her. My cock feels like an iron bar, and I’m desperate for relief. But not yet.

CuriousDove24: I guess you could say I’m—curious. ;)

Venom69xxx: About what, exactly, dove?

CuriousDove24: I don’t know if I’m ready to say all of it, yet. But I think—the man with the half-mask... I keep imagining his whole face covered. That the only way I can tell how much I’m pleasing him is by the sounds he makes. By his body language. I picture him waiting for me in my apartment. Sitting on the edge of my bed when I walk in. Telling me what to do from behind the mask?—

The chat stops. I close my eyes briefly, unable to ignore my own body’s needs any longer. I slide the waist of my sweatpants down just enough to slip my cock free, my breath a tight hiss from between my teeth as I feel the relief of my hand wrapping around it. It’s not going to be enough to do more than just take the edge off, but I’ll take whatever I can get right now. I can’t remember the last time I needed to come this badly.

I allow myself two long, slow strokes, sliding my hand down to the base and up again to the tip, using the pre-cum flooding from my tip as lubricant. And then I force myself to let go, reaching out to type out a response as my cock throbs in the neon glow from my monitor.

Venom69xxx: What would you like him to tell you to do?

Venom69xxx: He’s been thinking about you all day, after all. Distracted and so fucking hard. That’s why he had to sneak in and wait for you. Do you want him to tell you to get on your knees for him? Are you going to give him that pretty mouth, since you made him wait all day?

Her response takes a moment, and I start to worry again that I’ve scared her off. That even this relatively tame chatting is too much for her at this early point. But then I see the little dots at the bottom of the chat, and my pulse leaps as I see her username pop up again.

CuriousDove24: Maybe he tells me to strip for him first. While he’s sitting on the bed, fully clothed and masked. He makes me take everything off, so he can see what he’s waiting for. And then?—

Fuck. My head is spinning. It feels like every drop of blood in my body has pooled in my cock—nothing else left to keep me functioning. My entire world feels hinged on knowing what she’s about to type in response.

CuriousDove24: He tells me to get on my knees. To—to undo his jeans and take him out. He’s still fully clothed. I can’t see any skin other than where he’s tugged his shirt up out of the way, and his?—

CuriousDove24: That’s as far as I got.

I’m not entirely sure I can type a response. I don’t know if I can manage words in any format right now. This wouldn’t be nearly as erotic as it is if I didn’t know exactly who was on the other side of that screen, but I do. I’ve seen her in the flesh, sweet and innocent and shy, and I can picture her biting her lip right now, picture her hand moving between her legs, her fingers slipped inside of her panties as she nervously gets herself off.

And I would bet money that she just came, and that’s why she’s suddenly backed off.

Venom69xxx: Were you touching yourself while you told me all of that, dove? Did you just come thinking about the man sitting on your bed, telling you to strip and suck his cock?

I suck in a breath as I wait for her response. If she really did finish, and she’s regretting any of this, right now is when she’ll run. She’ll log off without another word, and I might never hear from her again—at least not like this.

But if she’s still curious, she’ll respond.

CuriousDove24: How would I type if I were doing that? ;)

I thought all the blood in my body was already in my cock, but I feel another surge of arousal all the same, making me feel briefly dizzy. Charlotte is hot as hell when she’s talking dirty, but it’s somehow even better when she’s flirting. When she’s teasing me like she is now, playing coy. The need to see her in person right now, to touch her, feels like what the worst craving for a drug must be. I want to see her biting her pretty, full lip. I want to grab her chin in my fingers and tell her what the punishment is for being a little tease. I want to see her cheeks flush when I say it.

I’m not in love with this woman. That’s not an emotion I’m capable of—not an emotion I can allow myself to feel, not when I live my life the way I do. But I’m sure as hell in something else, neck deep and drowning. Need. Lust. Obsession.

Venom69xxx: You tell me, dove.

CuriousDove24: Are you going to punish me if I lie?

Oh, my fucking god. I tilt my head back, breathing deeply as I wrap my hand around myself again, unable to deny myself a moment of relief after that.

Venom69xxx: Would you like it if I did?

CuriousDove24: I don’t know. I think I might.

Venom69xxx: So tell me the truth, dove, or I’ll have to think of a way to punish you, the next time we talk.

CuriousDove24: You think about that, Venom.

Just like that, she’s gone. I look over at the monitor tracking her activity, and I can see that she’s logged off, leaving me with only that last teasing, parting shot.

If I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that it was her, that it’s Charlotte, I wouldn’t have believed it. The woman I met at Masquerade wasn’t brave enough to tease like that. But she seems to be getting more daring. Behind the anonymity of a computer screen, she’s spreading her wings, just like the nickname I gave her.

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