Page 28 of Chasing Amber

“Pinch it.”

I obey him. It hurts, so I ease back enough to enjoy the bite without pulling myself out of the vision. I’ve never pinched my clit before. It sounds sexy in books. It’s a bit much in real life.

“I need to add another finger,” I mutter.

“No, baby. You’ll come from the one finger. Rub your clit again. I want to watch you unravel.”

I flick the swollen nub rapidly, letting my arousal climb until I’m so close. I can’t believe I’m able to do this with only one finger, but it’s the thought of him ordering me that’s making me hornier.

“Come, Amber.”

“Yes, Sir.” I gasp as I let my orgasm sweep through me. My eyes pop open, and I pray I haven’t made too much noise. I’d be mortified if Isaac caught me touching myself.

I remove my hands from my pussy and grip the sides of the toilet to brace myself while my breathing calms down. When I finally stand, my legs are shaky. I grab a washcloth and clean the lid of the toilet. It’s soaked with my arousal.

Finally, I reach in and turn on the shower. Sheesh. I’ve been in here a long time. I don’t know how long. I didn’t bring my phone. Isaac said he would tuck me in after my shower. I should hurry.

No. That’s not what Isaac said. He said he would check on me. I’m twisting it because I like the idea of him tucking me in.

I hurry into the shower and grab the shampoo. I should make this quick, but I won’t because, suddenly, I want to shave my pussy. I haven’t done so in a while. I keep it trimmed because I don’t like the wiry hair, but today seems like a good day to go completely bare.

I take my time showering, being extra careful not to nick my skin. By the time I’m done, have my hair dry, and brush my teeth, I figure I’ve been in here for over an hour. That’s not like me.

I open the door a few inches to make sure I’m alone before pushing it the rest of the way so I can hurry across the room and grab something to sleep in. I should have brought clothes into the bathroom with me, but I didn’t.

Without thinking, I grab my usual—a thin white tank top and white panties. I’m under the covers with the lights out in short order. As I stare at the closed door, my heart races. I realize I’m anticipating Isaac. Maybe he won’t really come in. That thought disappoints me. Maybe I took so long that he went to bed, but that’s not likely. I can see faint illumination coming under the door, which means there are lights on somewhere in the apartment, maybe in his bedroom.

I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I shouldn’t be so anxious for him to check on me. I don’t have a clue what I’ll say.I’m straddling two lives. The old one is safe and comfortable. The new one is uncertain and scary. It has risks—one of them being my heart breaking. But maybe I’ve been foolish not letting myself live and take chances.

I shouldn’t rush into anything. I need to be certain of what I want. I could ruin everything if I make hasty decisions. Though, I also realize I’ve known Isaac for two years. He’s been living with me for half that time. Nothing between us could really be deemed hasty.

The clock ticks. Maybe he isn’t coming. Maybe I should have gone in search of him after I showered if that’s what I wanted. I can’t do that now. I’m not wearing enough clothes. He may have seen me in my bra and panties earlier, but this tank top is more revealing than a bra. He wouldn’t be able to miss the pucker of my hard nipples or even the dark shade of them through the thin material.

He also wouldn’t be able to miss the fact that my panties are already wet even though I’ve just put them on. I can’t hide my lust. I need to stay where I am. If he doesn’t come in, I’ll survive.

CHAPTER 11

Isaac

As I stand outside Amber’s door, I lean my forehead against it. I can’t go in there until I have my breathing under control. I sound like I’ve gone for a long run.

I keep reliving the last hour in my head. I spent the first part tidying up, wasting time, noticing that the shower did not come on. So much time passed that I finally decided I should check on her. I rationalized that she was a bit out of sorts when I left her in the bathroom. What if she fainted or something?

I couldn’t fathom what was taking her so long. She hadn’t even turned the water on. She couldn’t be playing a game or reading on her phone because it was plugged into the outlet in the kitchen where I put it when we got home from the clinic.

Eventually, I went to her door. I’d closed it, but I knew it wouldn’t be locked. I’d been the one to shut it. When I knocked softly and called out her name, there was no response.

And then I heard her. I couldn’t be sure what she’d said, but she could only be talking to me, and I thought she’d said “yes,” so I opened the bedroom door and headed for the bathroom.

Just as I reached up to knock, she spoke again. “I need to add another finger…” Her voice was breathy and sultry.

I froze and flattened my palm on the door instead of knocking. I knew I should get the hell out of her room, but before I could get my legs to obey that command, she continued, “Yes, Sir.”

I inhaled sharply and didn’t move a muscle as I listened to my girl gasping and panting through what was most definitely an orgasm. Who was she talking to?

For a moment, unreasonable jealousy reared its ugly head before I could remind myself that Amber was definitely in the bathroom alone. I was the only other person in the apartment.

My girl was masturbating, and she was visualizing a scene while she did so. I could only hope to heaven theSirshe’d obviously obeyed was me as I finally eased out of the room and quietly shut the door.

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