Chapter 85: Who Is Better?
(Karsten)
It would not have been a lie to say I had the upper hand today and was going to enjoy playing with her.
She underwent at least ten shades of red when I played her voice note and I could sense her struggles to not lash out at me.
Surprisingly enough she hadn’t figured out by then that she had even sent me that message.
Unsurprisingly, she told me to delete her voice note, so I decided to challenge her; knowing her rebellious spirit, I knew she would never back down.
She didn’t waver or think, just moved at my order.
With confident steps she glided towards me, covering the short distance between us. Reaching with her hand, she pulled off her wig and moved her head slowly left and right. The pinned-up, hidden, fiery halo of her ruby strands tumbled down, bouncing on her shoulders.
I could watch her do that, all day.
"Done, now what?" She asked, challenging me with her curious eyes. There was no fear or hesitance. I loved that boldness about her.
So I openly asked, lifting my hand that held the brandy glass.
"Want to see if your fake boyfriend can kiss you better or the one who left you needy in the middle of the night that you needed to pleasure yourself?"