Page 13 of Her Nightshade

Without hesitation, I tugged my shirt off with one hand, eager to follow her command.

“Good boy,” she praised, and the words nearly made me burst instantly. The way her lips moved, the way she watched me—it intensified everything. I could barely hold on.

“Fuck,mi diosa,” I groaned, my breath ragged. “Just looking at you, hearing your voice…it’s gonna make me burst.” I kept my strokes slow, savoring every moment.

Her smile deepened. “I want you to come into your hand while you say my name,” she commanded softly. “Then I want you to lick yourself clean.”

The second her words hit me, my body gave in. My cum shot out, covering my palm, and I followed her command, her name slipping from my lips in a low, guttural growl. I waited until the last drop came out before I brought my palm to my lips and licked it clean.

“How does it taste?” she asked, her voice low, and I could see the phone shaking slightly. I knew she was touching herself, lost in the moment.

“Not as good as you,mi diosa,” I breathed. “You’re so fucking sweet—you’re the only sustenance I’d ever need.”

Her lips parted, and I watched as her eyes fluttered shut, gently rolling to the back of her head. The sight of her getting worked up got me hard all over again.

“You have no idea how much I want to worship you,” I murmured, my voice deep with desire. “How badly I need you.” I wanted to be the reason for her release, even if I wasn’t touching her. “I’m yours,mi diosa. I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you are, how much I want to please you.”

That’s when I heard her low moan, soft and breathless, and then she graced me with a view of her beautiful face, lost in pleasure. The sight of her was too much, and before I could stop myself, my hand was on my hard cock again, stroking slowly, unable to resist.

“Please,mi diosa, let me come again,” I begged, my voice filled with desperation. “The sight of you coming gets me so fucking hard.”

Her eyes fluttered open, lighting up at my words, and I knew I was at her mercy once again. “Yes, baby. Come for me.”

That was all it took. My body obeyed instantly, the release crashing over me with her words echoing in my mind, pulling me under completely.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed back, breathless, the intensity of the moment leaving me reeling. My body was exhausted, but my mind…my mind was spinning with only one thought: her being mine.

I stared at the screen, watching her catch her breath, the satisfied smile on her lips sending another jolt of need through me. I’d never been this deep before. This wasn’t just desire—it was something else entirely. Obsession. I knew I was in too deep now to pull myself out.

Ana’s voice, her control, her presence—it consumed me, and I didn’t want it to end. I was hers, in every possible way, andthere was no going back. Not now…not after this.I’m not letting her go.

7

Ana

Thinking about Charlie and the night before had me turned on all morning. Every touch, every word echoed in my mind, driving me crazy. I wanted himsobadly and I knew I was going to give in; there was no denying it. I alreadywasgiving in. His need brought something out in me, something I hadn’t felt in years—perhaps something I’dneverfelt before.

It was clear I had him completely wrapped around my finger during our call. The way he hung onto every word, how easily he surrendered to my commands—it was thrilling but also a little frightening. I could feel his desire, heavy and consuming, and it was almost suffocating in its depth.

Yet beneath that rush was a flicker of doubt. How long could I keep this going without getting tangled up in his desire to please me? Or worse—without getting tangled up inhim?

I was playing with fire and I knew it. But the thrill overshadowed everything else. Right now, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him.

* * *

I tried to push my thoughts about Charlie aside all day and focus on my responsibilities. I spent hours organizing a charity event for a local women and children’s shelter, sifting through endless emails, and juggling multiple Zoom meetings for the various organizations I was involved in.

As the day wound down, my phone buzzed—Charlie.

Let me cook you dinner tonight. At your place.

I stared at the message, feeling torn. Part of me wanted to say yes, but I knew it wasn’t fair to keep letting him in when I wasn’t sure where things were going.

Not tonight, Charlie. I’m just going to relax on my own.

A minute later, his response came.

You can still relax. I’ll handle everything. Just let me do this for you.

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