Dana felt more wide awake than ever.
“I can try,” she said softly.
“Can you send me a picture? I miss those beautiful blues.”
Dana squeezed her thighs together on impulse, her loins pulsing for him. She rolled her eyes into her head with arousal, thankful he wasn’t in the room with her to see it.
“I think I can do that for you,” she murmured.
Dana could feel him smiling through the phone.
“Goodnight, gorgeous,” he whispered.
“Goodnight, handsome.”
Dana pressed the end button and heaved out a long, pleasurable groan. She had started to perspire slightly, feeling the effects of Rux’s enchanting art of seduction. She had never been like this with anyone.
What the hell is going on?
Dana stood from the chair and thought about taking a photo of just her smiling face. She then looked down at the bed, then at her robe. Her skin was titillated, and she was feeling ultra-sexy after hearing Rux’s voice. She decided she would go a bit farther and lay on the bed on her back.
Dana laid her hair out behind her and then loosened the tie around her robe. She parted it slightly, so the sides of her magnificent breasts were visible. The silk cut them off just before the darker shade of her areola could come into the frame.
She could feel her core humming with excitement as she put her finger in her mouth, chewing on it with a sultry expression. She held the phone over her and took a few shots, enthralled by her boldness.
Dana sent the photo without thinking twice. Rux replied immediately with the image of a wolf with heart eyes, which made her giggle. A few seconds later he sent an image of his own, making Dana moan out loud.
“Oh, my god,” she whispered.
Rux was shirtless and wearing only his underwear while lying in bed. He had abs for days and muscles that looked like they were carved from ivory. He had a small smile, one that emphasized his sharp jawline and lighthouse-green eyes.
“Geez,” Dana said to herself, feeling this urge to stroke her chest.
Dana rolled onto her stomach and propped her breasts up onto the bed. She pushed them together, creating some flawless cleavage, pulling away from the drapes of the robe even more. There was a slight peek of her nipples, which made her feel extraordinarily naughty.
Dana sent a few more photos which gradually began to reveal her breasts, her gaping watery mouth as she chewed and licked on her fingers that would make anyone burst with excitement.
It was almost one in the morning, and as much as she wanted to continue the racy game, she needed her sleep.
Dana stopped sending photos after sending one that implied that she was completely naked, showing off her delectable neck and shoulders and a bit of tummy while she cloaked her most precious bits with her forearm. She had a hard time falling asleep, knowing that Rux was probably at home, hard as stone and losing his mind.
The power made her smile.
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Dana was in high spirits the next day at school, although she felt a bit groggy. Rux had sent a few more of his photos but never got past the lovely shirtless pieces. That was okay because it was the chase that excited her, the ridiculously appetizing feeling of anticipation.
She had taught a few lessons before noticing Jennifer again and how downtrodden she looked. She was more often than not a sunny kid, dedicated and enlivened by her interest in music. But on that day, she was barely trying, and Dana knew that it was something she had to address.
Dana approached her during one of the kid's recess breaks. She was standing alone, leaning against a wall, the posture of a girl looking too old for her age.
“What’s up, Jennifer?” Dana said, full of spunk.
Jennifer shook her head, and Dana initially thought she wasn’t going to get anything out of her. But the girl began playing with a rock beneath her shoe and spoke toward the ground.
“There’s a new guy at home,” Jennifer said. “He’s a guy I’ve met before.”
Her mood was more of an angsty teenager rather than the hysterical child Dana had come across a few weeks before. It was like she had aged within the past few weeks, realizing that cynicism can sometimes age someone faster than years.