Page 44 of Unholy Obsession

It’s just a jewelry ad.

I deflate like a goddamn punctured balloon. Then I get pissed.

What, like I have to wait for amanto text me? Fuck that.

Me: Have you been thinking about me?

The response is immediate and deeply satisfying.

Bane: Yes.

Me: Then why haven’t you texted?

Bane: I’m trying to be a good boy.

Why does my brain immediately go to him on his knees, naked, wearing nothing but that cock ring I love when he wears, waiting for me to milk his prostate?

I bite my lip and let my thumbs fly over the phone screen.

Me: I know how you could be my good boy.

Bane: By not texting.

Me: Why?

Bane: Because I’m about to meet with the bishop.

My eyes go wide.

Me: So you’re in your collar right now? Kinky. Go in the bathroom and send me a picture of your dick before the bishop gets there.

Bane: Are you touching yourself?

Me: No. Do you want me to be?

Bane: Not if you want to go to Carnal tonight.

I groan. I hit a g, thenstabthe R button over and over so hefeelsmy frustration through the screen.

Me: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Me: Going back to work now. Have fun with the bishop.

Bane: I’ll have more fun picturing your frustrated, throbbing clit.

I slam my phone back in my pocket and attack the counter like it’s personally responsible for my lack of orgasms today.

But now all I can think about are Bane’s shoulders, Bane’s fingers,Bane’s fucking voicewhen he steps through the door after being away.

Goddamn him.

My clitisthrobbing.

Kinky motherfucker.

I scrub harder.

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