Page 66 of Like A Moth To A Flame

My breath caught in my throat. My hand had dipped beneath my panties, and I held it there, afraid to move.

“W-what?”

“Why do you wanna know what I’ll do to you?”

“I-I just don’t think…” My brain short-circuited, and I couldn’t find the words, no matter how panicked I became.

“Little Moth,” he said. I whimpered, and even biting my lip hard, I couldn’t hold it back. That growl killed me. “Where are your hands?”

I stayed quiet, focusing only on my breathing. There was no way he could know. Could he?

“I-in my lap.”

“You’re lying. "

“No…”

“Show me.”

I gulped thickly. I felt like a child with my hand caught in the cookie jar.

“H-how?”

He was quiet for a second, and just when I’d worried he hung up, he spoke again.

“There’s a camera in your closet.”

I felt a cold chill wash overhead and sat up, staring through the shadows towards the closet. I squinted, looking through the open door, but all I could see was blackness.

“Y-you—”

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. Fear was a lightning bolt, striking me over and over again, but all the electricity had settled down in my core.

Did that mean I liked it? I liked being scared.

“Now,” he said, his voice low. “Show me.”

And I did. Maybe I was drunk, or possibly just dumb beyond belief, but the hand holding the phone reached down and tore the comforter away, leaving me bare in nothing but my grey underwear and flesh-colored bra.

When I returned the phone to my ear, it was just in time to hear his satisfied sigh on the other line.

“Panties off.”

When I hesitated, he grumbled, and I could hear his impatience.

“Now.”

I hurried to do as he told me, dropping the phone to my chest and hooking my fingers around the fabric. I slid them down my hips, and when they got to my knees, I kicked them off the end of the bed. Still, I kept my thighs pressed close together. I quickly lifted the phone.

“Such a good girl.”

I whined, and the way he sighed was somehow satisfying.

“Spread your legs.”

My heart stuttered and skipped, but I kept my legs tightly closed.

“Little Moth…” he muttered, and there was a warning in his words.

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