Page 17 of A Lethal Game of Trust
And I was proud of him, but we weren’t going in any direction even before his exam season.
SAMMY YUN X: Why don’t you show me what that would look like?
My chest tightened as I read his message again and again. I wasn’t exactly innocent. I was a virgin, but I’d bought saucy underwear with my mum.
She’d got me condoms. A bullet vibrator. I had the implant.
At leastshethought I was beautiful and ready to be sexually active.
LEONIE: It’s for your eyes only.
SAMMY YUN X: Babe, no one else sees what’s mine.
Butterflies were choking, flapping in my stomach.
LEONIE: What of yours do you want to see first?
SAMMY YUN X: Tits xx
Yep, such a man. Such a teenager.
I threw off my crop top, pulled off my leggings and pushed up my bra until my tits swelled out of the cups.
I flipped my camera to selfie mode and swallowed when I saw myself in the black lace bra.
I reached over to my desk and painted my lips with red lipstick. When I shuffled back to my space on the bed against the headboard, I readjusted myself and took the picture. And sent it.
The reply was immediate.
SAMMY YUN X: Damn. I haven’t had too much to drink. I’ll come over now xx
LEONIE: I’m just teasing you, Sammy. You’ve got to work for this.
LEONIE: What should I tease you with next?
SAMMY YUN X: I want to see you touch yourself. I’m gonna go jerk off xx
The power was euphoric. And I wanted him on his knees. I needed him to beg me to take my clothes off, and some romantic part of me wanted him to spout poetic phrases of lust.
Not love.
LEONIE: I don’t grant ‘wants.’
My phone rang, and I held it for a second, chewing the inside of my cheek. If I didn’t pick up, would I look like I was trying to play hard to get? Or would I look weak? If I did pick up,would my voice give away how nervous I felt?
Phone at my ear, I got up to close my bedroom door. By now, Mum and Dad would be a bottle of wine deep on the other side of the house in the game room. With Dom and Issy’s parents still around, they would be far too busy to pay me any attention.
“I need to see you touch yourself,” Sam begged. “I have to. If you don’t send me a picture, I’ll come over to see you in action.”
“Aw, baby,” I said in a mockingly sympathetic voice, “and you think you’d be invited in? That’s cute.”
“I’ll break in,” he said, voice desperate as I put him on speaker and attached my phone to the standing selfie stick. “I’ll come through your window.”
Like Dom did some nights.
“We have a new and very sensitive security system,” I said with a dramatic sigh as I sat on my heels, legs spread. The lighting wasn’t perfect; my camera was a bit grainy with just the lamp on, but the darkness added to my own sex appeal. “Doesn’t look like you’re going to get what youwant.”
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