Third Message

"Well done today, good performance."

The movement of your hands stops slightly as you look down to organize your desk and hear the familiar voice. You look up, and your gaze meets his— Cold, flat, like a mirror reflecting nothing. Before you can respond, he turns away.

Is the rumored aloof CEO really this person? You hum a melody softly and pack up your things in a happy mood. But isn't the CEO a bit awkward? That's probably why he left so quickly.

Your cell phone vibrates with a message from the other man.

"Busy? I'm done with everything."

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After your shower, you flop onto the bed, your entire body wrapped in your baggy housecoat. Casually, you pick up your phone and tap on the message you haven't replied to yet.

"Uh, home."

No sooner have you sent the message than you put the phone down. Almost immediately, you receive a new reply: "Tired? How was your day?"

You rest your hand on the pillow and reply, "Fine, I had a great day, got complimented on it."

The other person: "Because you were good."

Your heart flutters, like a string gently plucked, tugging at the soft corners of your emotions. His speech, the way he expresses himself, and his magnetic voice make your heart race.

"You... very experienced, aren't you?"

The other person seems to tease you, his answer playful: "What do you think?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

Just before you press send, the screen flashes, showing that the other person is calling. His response comes one step ahead of your rejection.

"What are you doing?" A hint of heat rises in your ears as you press answer, holding the phone to your ear.

"You don't want to talk to me, huh?" The man laughs softly, speaking in a low, gentle voice, like he's coaxing you.

"Why should I care?" You frown, laying on your side, clutching the pillow.

"Because you can't give it up, and we haven't even tried yet, kitten." His voice comes through the microphone, low and with a dangerous smirk. It's clear: the hunter has locked onto his prey, not panicking, but tightening his grip.

"Try what?" Your throat tightens a little, and you gulp softly.

"Last night... and more than last night." The man on the other end of the phone pushes forward.

"I..." You're a little afraid of how forcefully he's pursuing this.

"It'll be gentle." His voice softens, attempting to soothe your inner turmoil.

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Pictures are sent, this time of his already standing parts, showing you without reservation. He no longer hides his desire and eagerly invites you closer.

"We do it together, okay?" He fiddles with his hand at the top of that part, stifling a small gasp, "Ahh..."

You can hear the subtle sound of friction and his aggravated breathing.

"Uh, I..." Your head goes blank, not knowing how to respond.

"Clothes pulled up..." Listening to him guide you, you lift your shirt up, the uncovered softness showing, rising and falling with your breath.

"Uh-huh..." Coolness is felt there, the front standing up slightly.

"Not wearing one, huh?" The movement of his hand stops, he's actually a bit impatient, but chooses to guide you slowly for fear of you being turned off by his rushing.

"Uh-huh..." You had obviously pulled up your shirt, yet it felt as if you were doing so under his intense gaze. A sudden wave of warmth flooded somewhere deep inside you.

"Do you like it when I'm doing this? Watching you."

"... You're bad." Your cheeks blush and your voice trembles slightly.

"Touch there, I like it, it must be soft." The phone is placed to your ear and you listen, as if you leaning into each other, so close that it can almost touch.

"Ah... Mmm..." You hold the phone in one hand, the other slowly lifting, palm covering the warm curves, fingertips kneading gently against the upturned front.

"Ahhhh hiss, I want you so badly!" He felt like he was about to explode.

"Hmm?" You were suddenly startled and stopped moving.

"Good girl, don't be scared, go ahead and squeeze those two, okay?" Following his instructions, you put down the phone, turned on the speaker, and lay flat on your back.

"Haaah..." Pinching the front end of each side with your thumb and forefinger in both hands, he wanted you to pinch them both up and down again. The movements from gentle to rough, and you experience with much pleasure.

"Ahhhh, it is so...so..." Those sides feel paralyzed, it's hard to express what you want to say.

"Say, does it feel good? Yeah? Is it good for me to watch you?" Hearing that, you bite your lower lip lightly, craving more.

"Pinch it up, squeeze it, don't let go, then twist it."

Squeezing those two sensitive points and twisting them, you experience with different sensations.

"Uh-huh, Babe... want..." You said the words unconsciously, your eyes misty.

"Let go of them, rub the top, and press down for another five seconds."

You listened to him, releasing that side before tracing the tip with your fingertips, pressing in again. "Mmmm, you're so good at..."

A warm dampness spreading again.

"I know more— do you want to find out?" His hardened tip glistens with a slight bead of liquid.

"Ahh..." You shift your hips, feeling empty beneath you.

"Take off the bottom."

With his guidance, your hands explored every corner of your body, eventually reaching that spot. "Rub there."

That sensitive bulge oozes crystal-clear liquid from its slit as you knead it. He keeps you going, the pace gradually increasing. His hand, too, played with the swollen area, his sanity on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

"How about putting a finger in there?" His swelling made him restless, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.

"Mmmm..." You gently part your legs, fingers tracing slowly, teasing strokes up and down before slipping inside, warm and deliberate. The wetness seeps through your fingertips. He murmurs slowly, soothing the longing that intertwines between you both.

"Ah... ah..." Your finger moves deeper, pumping slowly, your insides contracting around the finger, demanding more.

"Uh-huh, I love it when you do that... Hiss, faster—go together."

His palm tightens, sliding back and forth along his bottom, the rhythm picking up as pleasure builds.

"Hhmm..." You take control, gradually increasing the pace, moving from slow to fast, each motion sharper than before, until you hit that sensitive spot at the top. The pleasure is overwhelming, your body trembling, gasps and moans mixing in the heated air.

He bites his lower lip, strangled breaths escaping his throat as the fiery intensity shatters his control. Instinct takes over, and with an uncontrollable throb, he releases himself completely.

Silence lingered between you for a few seconds, only the sound of the ragged breathing filling the space.

"Tired? You'll sleep better tonight."

You clutched the sheets, burying your face in the pillow, too shy to respond. He sensed it immediately.

"Why are you embarrassed again?"

You let out a muffled "Hmmm."

"Good girl. You know, I'm not just good at this—I can actually hold a proper conversation, just maybe not with you." He sounded both serious and teasingly innocent.

"Oh." Your cheeks burn as you roll onto your side, the wetness on your fingers slowly drying. "Gotta wash my hands... need another shower..."

"Oh, good. Talk later." He didn't push, giving you space to process everything.

After drying off and getting dressed, you sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor, unable to believe what just happened.

A notification lit up your phone.

Him: "Is it still okay?"

You: "Well... just... shy."

Him: "Kitten, you won't be shy once you get used to it."

He's really good at teasing.

You: "I'm not a kitten! It's time for bed. Good night!"

Him: "Okay, good night." [PHOTO]

You opened the image. His face wasn't visible, but his toned chest and muscular arms take up most of the frame. His black cotton pajama pants sit loosely around his hips, exuding effortless confidence.

"What a guy!" That's what you said—but then you zoom in on his picture.