Unknown pov
Sitting in a room full of screens is a man holding a t-shirt, doing the most nastiest thing there is to it. Stroking harder, he releases with a grunt.
The ambience of this room itself may give one chills because how much could a person be obsessed with the other. She was everywhere, over the walls where she glistened through the screens covering her portraits or the items on the shelves taken from her or her fragrance all over the place. Her scent that was being used instead of a room freshener. Her presence could be sensed in every corner of the room, every particle in the air, even in her absence.
Sat a man now looking at his phone smirking....
Eve's pov
The text being from none other than him. The text was so cliche, but from one of my favourite books, "lift your hips u for me", he had written. I didn't know how respond to such situation, whether to be offended that my privacy was being invaded or to let this desire consume me whole and every fibre of my being. It was like my mind and body fighting for dominance. But I let my body take over and did exactly what he said .
I opened my legs again displaying him the wetness that was dripping out of me just by the mere thought about him.
Just then, my phone pinged again "fuck, you're so wet for me already darling. Now be a good girl and show me how you want me treat that pussy of yours" he stated. That sentence was like a fuel to fire to my already throbbing core. Then another message followed right after, "c'mon now darling, it would be a crime to keep that pussy waiting. Use those fingers of yours and show me how bad you want me". Listening to him, I slowly start drawing circles around my core, my other hand slowly pushing a digit in. "That's like a good girl. Aren't you my good little slut now?". He texted again. "fuck" i breathed out again, increasing my pace. I placed the vibrator to my clit "Now darling, show me how you'll squirt all over my face " he said. Oh, this man and his words. Reaching my climax, I orgasmed for the second time that night, slowly letting the mattress consume my body. With droopy eyes, I read his text, "Love, you aren't even aware of the things you do to me. You were so good, you deserve a controller linked vibrator, for me to show you who you belong to but for now, go to sleep. You need that after this performance of yours. Good night Amore".
Replying with a "Good night ", I finally drift off to sleep.
Unknown pov
She is gonna be the death of me. I stared at the screen, looking at her sleep so peacefully, and why wouldn't she?, I'm here to keep an eye on her, making sure nothing disturbs my love, not even her own thoughts. Making sure she was okay, I decided to take a much needed shower, looking at mess that she made me create (the dishevelled bedsheet, her white tank top in my hand all covered in my fluid). Oh, just how weak she makes me feel and how much she makes me want to hold onto her. But I resist this temptation knowing that I cannot fully reveal myself to her yet. Waiting for the right moment is the only thing that I can do now.