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Ella
I’m not entirely sure that Icanwait.I want to touch myself now and relieve some of that delicious needy sensation between my legs…but if I wait, it’ll feel all the better, because it’ll be Kingston and Sebastian touching me.
If neither of them is home in an hour, though, all bets are off.
Sebastian texts me before I set down my phone.Thinking of you.Helena wants to meet you.And I promise I didn’t bring you up—Pat did.
Pat Chrome, from Church of Fortune.Holy shit.I knew Pat Chrome shared one of my videos on her social, but I didn’t realize she was fan enough to actually bring me up to her agent.
I write back,Thanks for letting me know.And yeah, I’d love to meet Helena sometime.
I’ll put you two in touch tomorrow so you can set something up.
Thanks.I set down my phone and try to calm my speeding heart.
Now I’m restless as fuck.Horny and excitable.
I grab my notebook from the coffee table in front of me and find a pen.There’s no way I’m calm enough to write new lyrics, but I can definitely review some older ones.Even without a keyboard here at Kingston’s, I can think about how they go with the melodies I’ve memorized.
I lose myself for a few minutes, sprucing up a new song.Held by your mercy, held by your wordturns intoBound by your mercy, bound by your word.What can I say—Kingston’s talk of tying me up might be having some influence.I change the title from “Cage” to “Ropes.”From there, I work on several other changes, making all of the verses fit the new theme.
When I next look at the clock, I’m dismayed to see that only ten minutes have passed.Dammit.I want Kingston to come home now and tie me up.I think of calling him, but if I do that, he’ll only be distracted and then it might take even longer for him to get here.
Well, there’s no reason I can’t get more in the mood while I wait.I browse my favorite online bookstore and am thrilled to discover that my favorite author, Sammie Starr, has a new book out.She writes kinky erotic romance that never fails to get my libido revving.
For the first time in years, I have enough money in my account that I can buy an ebook, full-price, and I don’t have to wait for a digital copy to come through the library.
I download the book and happily lose myself in a story of how the heroine falls in love with her dad’s best friend.The older man is a common hero type in Sammie’s books.It definitely works for me.As I read, I find myself superimposing either Sebastian’s or Kingston’s face over the hero’s.
The set-up is a good one: the heroine yearns for her dad’s friend and can’t do much about it for years, until she’s graduated from college.Then she comes home for the holidays and goes to the dance club that he owns.She pretends she doesn’t see him and has a good time.After all, he never wanted her, and the one time she hinted that she liked him, he turned her down.
But when two guys try to make her leave the club with them, he gets involved.Saves her.Puts the two young punks back in their place.Comforts the heroine.
Then he takes her up to his office.
As I read about what they do, my skin grows hot and tight, my pussy wet.Holy fucking shit, this is the hottest story Sammie’s written yet.
His lips were soft yet commanding as he kissed her.She moaned into his mouth, asking for more.
Yanking down the flimsy straps of her dress, he bared her breasts.
“I’ve dreamed of these tits for years,” he growled, before taking one of her bare nipples into his mouth.
She cried out at the sharp, pleasurable sensation.
This particular passage is not making it any easier to not touch myself.Blowing out a breath of sexual frustration, I drop my phone on the couch, careful to close the app first.I wonder what Kingston and Sebastian would say if they read one of these stories, or if they knew I was reading them.Would they disapprove?Or would they ask to reenact the scenes?The thought turns me on even more.
That’s it.I can’t sit here like this any longer.I stand up and go to the bathroom, where I pull my curls up into crazy braids.Using some sparkly barrettes Sebastian gave me the other day, I pin them over the top of my head.It’s cute.Girlish.The guys will definitely approve.
I come out of the bathroom and stretch, do a few yoga poses to clear my mind and take my focus from my needy pussy to other parts of my body.Parts that don’t crave sex.The knuckle on my middle finger, for example.Nothing needy there.
Except then I imagine Sebastian taking my hand in his and kissing that knuckle with his eyes locked on mine, and another burst of lust shoots between my legs.
Fine.My ankles.Ankles aren’t sexy.
But they will be when Kingston wraps them in rope to spread my legs apart so he can feast on my pussy.
“I give up!”I shout at the empty penthouse.
