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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