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Casey smiled and it was every inch as charming as it always was.
Fuck
Amira could hardly focus on anything aside from the insistent throbbing between her legs, especially when Casey was anywhere nearby.
Amira was really kicking herself for letting Casey get to her like this. Casey probably wasn’t even thinking of Amira anymore, yet Amira felt like she was losing her mind because Casey was all that she could think about.
She hated that she was so distracted. It was affecting her work now and that was ridiculous.
She felt herself blushing. “Uh, thanks…” she called to Casey’s retreating back. Her pants looked snug around her ass and Amira couldn’t help watching. She cleared her throat. “Have a good day too, Dr. Rosen.”
Casey turned and winked at her.
Amira went through the entire day feeling feverish—and that was her excuse for her unusual behavior as well. She’d told her coworkers that she was just feeling a little sick. She wasn’t sure that any of them believed her, but they were at least kind enough to nod and go along with it.
Amira wasbeyondrelieved when it was finally time to go home, though she still continued to suffer even outside of work. Once again, she went through her day constantly thinking about Casey and trying to resist the urge to touch herself as she thought of the woman. Once again, she turned into bed early, and once again, she ended up stripping herself of all her clothes and touching herself to an orgasm.
Though, it hardly provided any relief. She’d felt satisfied enough to actually go to sleep after reaching her climax last night, but tonight, she felt as if she’d only made things worse. It wasn’t enough. She wantedmore. She wanted Casey.
When she’d first come home from work, she’d poured herself a large glass of wine, downed it all, and then poured another. She’d continued sipping on her wine throughout the rest of the night as well.
Maybe that was why she ended up reaching blindly for her cellphone, hands still shaking after her first orgasm of the night as she felt around for it on her nightstand. When she finally found it, she dropped it twice before finally managing to hold it in front of her face.
Amira didn’t even have enough common decency to regret sending the text after she’d sent it. Perhaps the wine had canceled her guilty conscience out.
I want to know more.
It was a simple enough text. Really, it could’ve meant anything. Amira could’ve been talking about anything! But Casey answered the text within just a minute, and it was clear that she knew perfectly well what Amira wanted to know more about.
Yeah? What do you want to know?
Amira wasn’t sure, exactly. She wanted to know more, but she didn’t even know where to start. She decided to ask Casey about her personal preferences first and foremost since she was curious to know about those.
Do you like spanking? Do you want to spank me?
Maybe it was too forward. It wasdefinitelytoo forward. But Amira had been thinking about it a lot and she really wanted to know.
If that’s something you’re interested in then yes, absolutely, I do.
The answer had Amira rolling around the bed, giggling like a schoolgirl as she clutched her cellphone to her chest. When she finally managed to collect herself again, she thought of her next question.
What are some of your rules?
Amira wondered if they were the kinds of rules that she wouldn’t mind following so much. Like the “having to put on a show” rule. She definitely wouldn’t mind following that one.
No touching yourself without my permission. No coming without my permission. Those are two of my most important rules, sexually.
Well, Amira had definitely already broken those. Not that she had to follow them anyway. She wasn’t Casey’s sub. She pouted at that thought.
What if I break those rules?
You get punished.
How would you punish me?
Amira held her breath as she waited for a response. Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw Casey typing, and her eyes widened once she saw the message that Casey had sent.
You’re not my sub so don’t worry too much about that. You’re horny, right? That’s why you’re texting me? I want you to open your legs and touch yourself right now. And don’t stop texting me while you do.
