Page 4 of Such A Good Girl

I cracked a beer, taking a hefty swig and letting the bubbles sit on my tongue. Another day down.

Only forever to go.

THREE

ASHLEY

Jerry’s voice rang through the house, whoops and curses as he loudly gamed with his friends. At nine on a Saturday morning, was it too much to ask him to stay in bed? Without kids, and it being his day off, staying in bed together shouldn’t be a chore.

With my phone being my sole companion, and a staunch refusal to get up only to be told to bring his bacon and eggs to the gaming room, I settled into the covers and messaged my sister back home.

Any exciting plans today?

Tim and I are taking the kids to a pumpkin patch! I’ll send you pics. How about you?

Long had I exaggerated my own weekends to make my life seem less pathetic. No more. Who was I protecting by lying? Jerry? He didn’t deserve it.

No. Jerry is gaming and I’m laying in bed staring down a day of nothing.

I’m sure if you walked in there with nothing on, he’d soon turn off the game.

Maybe Tim would. She forever complained about how she had to practically hose him off to keep his needs at bay. Lucky bitch.

Doubt it.

Then fuck him. Go out and have a day for yourself. Buy yourself something frivolous and then go eat something that you never have when out together.

Wish you were closer. I miss our girl dates.

Me too. You should come visit.

A spark of joy lit inside me. Visiting would be perfect. Even more so if Jerry had to work. A break from him and his mother? Nights cuddled in or going out with my big sister. Yes.

I’d love that.

She had to go, so I slid back into scrolling through my socials. An ad for Aimly showed up, flashing the items I’d perused a few days prior. The plant posts and cute cushions. My world screeched to a halt as I flicked through the images, only to see the pretty leather collar and cuffs set pop up. A knot formed low in my stomach, and I clicked on the picture.

The store for the leather items had a well-laid out design, with fantastic reviews. The about section let me know the items were handmade only fifty miles from where I lived. To thinkthat such kinky items were being made in my state sent a flurry between my thighs.

Calm down, I told myself.They’re not going to be made by some Adonis.

Curiosity pulled me toward the gallery at the top of the page with previously sold items. Most items stretched out on a rough wooden tabletop, or posed on a mannequin, but one picture made my pulse pick up.

A pair of thick, veiny forearms were in the picture, holding a harness up to display it fully. Salivating over a pair of forearms was ridiculous. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted to lean through my phone and lick them.

Deeply tanned skin with a dusting of dark hair, thick knuckles that gave way to long, wide fingers. The sort of hands I could imagine pinning me to the bed, or wrapped around my throat.

Fuck.

The mystery man hit something in me and instantly stoked the fire I’d been trying to ignore.

Kicking off the blankets, I pulled off my nightshirt, squirming against the bad as I pressed my fingers against myself. Studying every vein on those irresistible arms, I stroked myself until I couldn’t hold back a whimper. Letting myself fall into a fantasy, I imagined being pressed against the rough wooden worktop, splinters biting at my hips as he fitted one of his exquisite collars around my throat. He’d fill my wet pussy while whispering dirty things into my ears.

Maybe he’d even call me a good girl.

Panting, I rode my hand, abandoning any decorum I usually had while discreetly sorting myself out. My sexual yearning spilled out of every pore until I was a writhing mess on the bed.

That’s how Jerry found me.

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