Page 23 of The Power Play

What the fuck is actually happening right now?

While continuing to rub her clit slowly she brings her other hand down her body, sliding across her chest giving each nipple a slight tug before continuing past her stomach until she’s joining her other hand and teasing a finger at her entrance.

“I don’t know if he’s going to have the balls to come in here. We are kind of fighting right now.”

I narrow my eyes at the screen. I don’t know if I would call it a fight, but her doubting if I would have the balls to go in there pisses me off. Even if she’s right. Fear is what stops me from doing a lot of things I want to do, especially sexually. It’s why I haven’t fucked anyone since my ex. But the walking talking temptation she is has me wondering if I could actually push past the fear for once.

That would start with proving her wrong.

She pushes her finger into her tight heat and lets out another moan that has precum dripping from my tip. My muscles are aching for me tomove.To go to her door, bust it open, and do exactly what she’s talking about and join her. I want my hands where hers are. My tongue replacing them, then my cock.Fuckshe’s tempting. But I still don’t move.

“Well, I found out he knew about this, and he didn’t tell me. Not only that, but hewatches. A lot. He might be my biggest fan,” she sends a smirk to the camera, probably knowing that will get some of the guys to disagree and try to prove thattheyare her biggest fan.

They can watch her, talk to her, but she’shere. With me. Temptingmeto come in there and touch her for real. I’ve neverthought of myself as jealous or possessive, but she is bringing it out of me.

Her soft chuckle that turns into a moan catches my attention and then the next thing she says has me moving into the hallway toward her room. “Robby, I know you’d already be in here if I was staying with you.”

Fuck that. She’s not staying with him, she’s staying withme.

I’m outside her door, I turned the sound down but I’m gripping my phone tight in my fist. I can hear her now; the sound is muffled but she’s right here. Just on the opposite side and if I open it then I change everything, possibly ruin any potential friendship we could have had.

I laugh to myself, I guess we are past that anyway.

“I hope he makes up his mind and gets in here before I come or he’s not going to get another chance,” I hear her say and it’s like she knows I’m right here so she’s speaking directly to me.

Fuck it.

I open the door.

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Igasp the second the door to my room slams open so hard it hits the wall and I wonder if there’s going to be a hole from the doorknob. Charlie stands there, shirtless and in those fucking pornographic sweatpants that are tented in the front. He’s gripping his phone so tight his knuckles are white and I’m wondering if he’s going to crack the screen or break the whole thing. The muscles covering his chest are flexed. He’s wound so tight I want to make him break.

Getting him in here was the first step. I wanted to see if I could tempt him enough to do it, but now the punishment I came up with begins.

A slow smile spreads across my face and I don’t move to cover up or take my hands away from where I’m already playing with myself.

“Look who it is,” I’m talking both to him and the audience watching on my computer, though they can’t see him, and I would never show him without permission. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He regards me for a second, eyes scanning my entire body. His Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow. The look in his eyes is both pained and laced with desire, I wonder if maybe this was too far and he’s going to leave realizing his mistake.

“You wanted me to join you,” he says quietly. I don’t even know if the microphone on my computer could pick up his deep voice, but I don’t care, this isn’t for them. Not really. It’s for me.

“And that’s why you’re here?”

He looks so nervous it makes me feel bad for how I went about this. Almost. Okay, not really.

He nods.

“Well, I decided you need a punishment for not being honest with me.” I move my hands now, removing them from my pussy and running my wet fingertips along the skin of my lower stomach, watching his eyes fixate on the movement. I’ve never seen his face during our private video chats and finally seeing how he watches me, the heat in those green eyes, the restraint he seems to be showing. I want to push him to his limits until he breaks.

I want to see Charlie Mann lose his shit.

“What’s my punishment?” he rasps, stepping into the room.

I hold up my hand to stop him from coming any closer. “You get to watch.”

He looks confused and I watch his hands ball at his sides which makes me smile. “Watch?” he asks.

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