Page 52 of Endless Obsession

CautiousDove24: Maybe she wants to be eaten.

Fuck. I stroke myself again, that one pass of my hand from the base of my cock over the too-sensitive tip, almost sends me over the edge. I want her so badly it hurts.

Venom69xxx: Hard to eat you with a mask on, dove. But there are so many other ways I could make you come.

CuriousDove24: Tell me.

Venom69xxx: Only if you tell me what you’re doing right now.

There’s a pause, and I run my hand up and down my length again, my vision blurring slightly as that knot of pleasure tightens at the base of my spine. I need to come, but putting it off is only enhancing the pleasure, building that delicious ache that’s an exquisite torment.

I don’t edge like this often, but I’m well aware of how good it can feel. And I can’t wait to imagine that I’m coming all over her face by the end of this.

CuriousDove24: I—I’m touching myself. Thinking about you.

That almost does me in. I pretty much knew that was what was going on, of course, but seeing her tell me like that makes me throb without even touching myself, so much pre-cum spilling down my length that, for a moment, I almost think I’ve lost control of my orgasm. I reach down, roughly squeezing the base of my cock with my left hand as I type with my right, staving off the explosion for as long as I can.

Venom69xxx: Tell me how, exactly.

I’m not sure what prompts me to do it, but I’m so aroused that I’m definitely not thinking straight.

On the far end of my desk, near the last of my monitors, there’s an off-white mask in the shape of a skull. I bought it while I was out the other day, imagining a scenario exactly like this, and wondering if I’d go through with it. I’m still not entirely sure that I won’t scare Charlotte off if she’s actually confronted with her fantasies.

But right now, all the blood in my body is in my cock, and it’s the only thing I’m thinking with.

Slipping the mask on, I reach for my phone, leaning back and taking a selfie. In the neon glow and scattered shadows, my abs look impeccably chiseled, my blond hair swept back so that she can’t see much of it. The shadows blur my tattoos to the point where they’re unrecognizable—it’s the only reason I’ll allow her to see me shirtless. Otherwise, I’d be too worried that I’d get far enough with her as Ivan for her to see me in the light without a shirt, and start piecing this all together.

Ivan is taking this slow with Charlotte. But I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to resist her, especially once she starts pushing that side of things.

Quickly, I upload the photo to my computer, making sure it’s scrubbed of all metadata before I send it. It pops up in the chat under my last message, a bad, blurry selfie of an unidentifiable man in a mask.

Venom69xxx: I’m watching you just like this dove. My hand is wrapped around my cock right now. Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what you’d want, if I were there.

CuriousDove24: I—I’m just wearing a T-shirt and panties. It’s not very sexy—but I just slipped my fingers under them. I’m so wet, I couldn’t wait any longer. I thought about using a toy, but I wanted skin on skin. I wanted to imagine it was your fingers on me. You ordering me to spread my legs for you while you held me down by my throat. I can’t see your face, just hear your voice, and you tell me you’re going to punish me if I try to run. That if I lay there and let you have me, you’ll make me come before you fuck me.

God. I grit my teeth, not daring to touch my cock after that. I can feel myself throbbing with every word, my cock straining upwards, desperate for something to sink into, something hot and wet wrapped around it.

No. Not something. Charlotte. Charlotte’s mouth, her pussy, her ass?—

CuriousDove24: Oh god, you’re so fucking hot. I don’t think I’ve ever actually said that to a guy before. Not like that. But I also haven’t…

Venom69xxx: Haven’t what?

CuriousDove24: This. Masturbating for someone. Telling them what I want. Are you doing it too? I wish I could see your cock. I’m so wet…

Venom69xxx: Do you have a dildo in those toys of yours that you mentioned, dove?

I allow myself one long, slow stroke as I wait for her answer, my head spinning with thoughts of what I want to do to her. I imagine taking her from her apartment to my penthouse in the city, keeping her locked up there for days, as I teach her every depraved thing that I want to do to her. As I make her body mine, and mine alone. As I make her come so hard that she forgets anyone else ever did, even herself.

I want to ruin her for other men, for toys, for her own fingers. I want her to crave my touch until she can’t come, unless it’s with my fingers, tongue, or cock. I want to own her.

“Fuck!” I growl, squeezing my straining cock until it almost hurts, staving off my climax once again. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it a third time.

CuriousDove24: Yes.

Venom69xxx: Good. Go get it. If you’re as wet as you say, you won’t need lube, so don’t you dare use a drop. I want just your wet pussy all over my cock. Tell me before you slide it in, dove.

My heart is beating so hard that I’d almost be concerned, if I had enough presence of mind to think about something like that right now. I watch the screen with my breath caught in my throat, my fingers still pressing around the base of my cock as I wait for her.

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