His next message: “That’s a good girl. Keep begging me like the slut you are. Rub that clit faster now.”

  I obeyed, circling my clit harder and quicker, my moans turning genuine and loud.

  “Logan, please, I need you in this room with me.

  Your hands all over my body, your mouth on me, your dick stretching my pussy wide open. I’m dripping wet just for you.” This is completely insane.

  He is probably sitting in his room right down the hall, staring at his screen, watching me fall apart.

  Why am I listening to him?

  But fuck, the control he has over me right now makes everything feel ten...