Page 24 of Sugar Baby Mine

It’s just the text at first, until it loads. No preamble, no follow up. But it’s obvious what the video is, even without pressing play. It’s my pale pink panties.

My thumb hovers over the screen, and I bite my lip. Just thefactthat he even— My thumb presses down to play the video, because my brain is short circuiting and I can’t think about anything else until Iknow.

All I can see are my panties laying on the end of his neatly pressed bedsheets, the sharp contrast of pink against the dark gray. The camera moves closer, and I bite my lip hard. My insides clench and twist like he’s just ripped through my skinand grabbed a handful of my guts.

My panties are rumpled, damp, with pearly threads of cum covering them.

I almost drop my phone on my face when the video justends. I shriek, and before I think better of it, I’m pressing on his name and the phone’s fucking dialing. I shove it up to my ear, and it rings once beforehe sends me to voicemail.

I call again.

This motherfucker is picking up the phone if it’s the last thing I do. Even if I have to wake up Cora and Fred and blackmail his address out of them so I can go over there and shove my—

“Hello?”

“Hello?” I repeat, realizing that I’m nearly shouting. But it matches the frantic beat of my heart, the pound of the blood in my ears. “You’re an absolute dick.”

Ben’s chuckle through the line sends a shudder down my spine, making me burrow my head back into my pillow.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm, and what’s that?”

“Okay, for one—I was asleep, and youwoke me up.” Truth be told, I am a light sleeper. Though I’m not sure I was even really all that asleep, but for the sake of this argument, yes, I was in fact asleep. “And two—why bother? That video was all of ten seconds.”

“Oh,”he drawls. I can practically hear the tilt of his mouth as it drags upward.“Was that disappointing? Did you want to watch me wrap your panties around my cock and jerk it while I thought about your sweet little pussy grinding on my lap?”

Well, duh.

God, just the thought of Ben masturbating with my panties has my thighs pressing together. The memory of his hands on my hips and fingers on my clit is like a brand beneath my eyelids.The ghost of his touch on my skin is haunting, and I want to be possessed.

“Maybe.”

“Come on, Emme. You can do better than that.”

A whine settles low in my throat, and I clench my eyes shut.This man—

“I wanted to watch you come.”

“Well, sometimes we don’t get everything we want, do we? But, baby, you be a good girl for me and I’ll give you the fucking world.”

I suck in a shuddering breath. “I’m trying.”

“Try harder,”he taunts.“I can’t wait to turn your ass red next time I see you.”

I stare up at the ceiling, my window only letting a faint glow in through the sliver in the middle of the curtains as I count the chipped points on the patterned texture. My grip tightens around my phone with my free hand fisting the sheets, because it’s so hard to choke down the fact that I want to slide my fingers through my pussy while Ben’s voice carries me through.

I’ve never felt like this. Neverwantedanything—anyone—like this.

“This is the biggest fucking tease of my life.”

“Know a thing or two about that, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” I groan. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

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