Page 40 of Grace

I… I don’t know. I’ve never done this over text before or sent photos like this before.

My phone rings a second later. It’s Daniel. I take a slow breath as I answer the phone. “Hello?”

“You’re very good at getting me worked up, Grace. The pictures you’ve sent are amazing,” Daniel praises.

Heat snakes through my body, curling in my lower belly so my throat catches. “Daniel… sir… I…”

“Remember how you touched yourself in my office today?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s… it’s hard not to remember,” I answer.

“Tell me about how it felt for you. How it felt to have your fingers buried in your pussy on my desk, your legs spread so I could watch.” His voice deepens, and I hear him take a sharp breath.

My cheeks burn as my fingers slip under my panties. I’m not touching myself, not quite yet, but feeling my fingertips so close to my clit makes me wetter.

“I felt… dangerous. We’re not supposed to do that at work, but it was so… it was so intense and overwhelming and…”

“Did you like having your fingers inside yourself even before I started licking your clit?” he rephrases.

“Yes,” I pant. “It’s never felt that good.”

“Why, darling? Tell me why it felt that good,” he commands.

“Because you were watching, because you liked it and… and then your tongue and… and watching you,” I pant.

“Touch yourself while you tell me. Move one of your fingers over your clit just like I did with my tongue,” he orders.

“But I can’t suck like you do,” I argue.

“You can pinch your clit with your fingers,” he promises. “Keep being my good girl, Grace.”

A little whine leaves my throat, but I obey, slowly stroking over my clit, flicking the tip of my finger over that sensitive area and panting as my toes curl.

“Keep your thighs spread wide and close your eyes,” he instructs.

“Yes, sir,” I pant.

“Imagine that I’m right there with you, watching your finger move, that I’m holding your perfect, soft thighs open so I can enjoy the view,” Daniel whispers.

I close my eyes and continue moving my finger. When I crave that suction he gave me, I try to pinch my clit. It’s not the same, but it’s twice as intense. I gasp and lift my hips instinctually.

“That’s right. I need you to be loud. Keep talking to me. What are you doing, Grace? How does it feel?”

“So good,” I gasp. “I’m pinching and… and moving my finger like you moved your tongue. I spread my legs really wide and…”

“Take a picture for me, darling. Let me enjoy you too,” he suggests.

I nod weakly as my head turns in my pillow. I move my phone between my legs and feel my panties slip to the side slightly. I take a picture and don’t bother to check it before sending. If I do, I’m afraid I won’t send it at all.

After a quick message, I hear Daniel groan.

“My good girl. You’re so much wetter now, aren’t you?” he asks, his husky voice slipping under my skin.

“Yes, sir. Yes,” I pant. “Are you… are you touching yourself too?”

“Of course I am, Grace. You make it nearly impossible not to. You’ve seen how hard you make me,” he answers. “You’re so sexy, so gorgeous. It’s a challenge not to be rock hard all day when you’re around.”

Another whimper leaves my throat, and I nod as my hips lift against my hand again.

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