Grace (The ‘Hello’ series)

18. Chapter 18

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Grace

O kay, that happened. Holy smokes. I… we… he… Oh… I’m not even sure what to think about it or why I even dared to ask Daniel to touch himself too. But it felt so right and wrong at the same time. A good kind of wrong, though.

The best kind of wrong. The kind of wrong that’s a tease for more and needs to be repeated until it feels like the right thing to do.

But on the other side of the coin, if what we did was wrong, the worst part is that I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to feel every part of him. Why did I have to touch myself when he was right there? I pictured being the one stroking him, being the reason he was moaning. I wanted—still want—to be better than the previous nameless girl, want Daniel to feel as off balance and overwhelmed as I do while around him. I might be falling for him more than I should.

Obviously, I have more than a crush if I’m still thinking about him while in bed, wondering what to do with him and myself. So much for fun and casual like Ashley and I talked about.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I turn to my side, quickly grabbing it. Perhaps it’s Ashley since she isn’t home. The screen lights up, and a text bubble pops up from… Daniel. My skin heats as a tremor rakes through my spine.

Grace, you did so well, my sweet darling. Sleep tight, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

My heart stammers as my breath quickens. I shouldn’t read into this. It shouldn’t affect me the way it does. It’s hard to stop feeling something, though, and I must have it bad if a text makes me hot all over. His praise makes me crave more, makes me want to do everything I can just for him to earn two words. “Good girl.”

The scared little woman I’ve been is slowly peeling away, crumbling as he builds me up. He makes me want to keep becoming a better version of myself. With Ashley’s encouragement and Daniel’s praise, I’m not afraid to try new things, to push my comfort zone and escape the safe bubble I’ve been miserable in for so long.

It’s almost funny that it’s taken me until now to realize that I was miserable. I assumed I had to earn happiness, that I had to do something right to get it, but everything that’s happened since Ashley moved in has demolished that old thought.

See you tomorrow.

My fingers hover as my pussy tingles. And perhaps it’s because this is over text that I have fewer restraints as I add , sir , to the text.

His response comes faster than I expect.

We’ve talked about that word, Grace.

I wet my bottom lip. After what we did earlier today, after how naughty he was with me… maybe I should be bad too, show him that it’s not just about my having pleasure. Maybe I could work him up a little and give him something better than a temporary view and a taste.

I know when to call you that… sir.

I smile to myself as my thighs squeeze together to cover how empty my pussy feels.

Are you being naughty now?

My fingers hesitate. He tells me I’m a good girl, not that I’m naughty. Does that mean he wants me to stop? Does it mean that I’m pushing too far, being too greedy?

I take a breath and adjust on my bed, kicking my blanket down, and lower my phone. My fingers graze over the hem of my panties and my tank top wrinkles up, barely covering my breast as I take a photo. My brows tighten together as I try again and again. The blush on my face only deepens as I finally send one to Daniel.

Does this count as naughty?

The second I send the message, I roll and bury my face in my pillow. What am I doing? I never did anything like this with Bash. I didn’t want to send him photos, to tease him or rile him up. I wouldn’t have even hinted at wanting more than making out because it felt silly and ridiculous, and a part of me still feels that way.

Why would Daniel want my petite little body? Why would he want me when he can’t touch me or taste me? Is it only fun if it’s at work and we could get in trouble? Is this just a fling that we’re not supposed to talk about?

Darling, are you going to touch yourself while thinking of me?

I peek at the message, noticing my flower blanket and some stuffed animal are showing. I groan and shake my head. How can he look at me like a woman when there’s so much that’s immature about me?

Maybe.

I start to type out to him that I don’t get excited on my own, not like when he’s guiding me, when he’s touching me, talking to me, but that feels so ridiculous to say that I delete it all and huff. I squirm and play with my tank top, not sure what to say or do. Even after watching porn, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to excite him.

Are you wet right now, Grace?

I stroke over my mound, then hesitate. I exhale, then slowly run my finger over my panties between my legs. They’re not as wet as when Daniel’s in front of me, but they are… just a little. Texting it feels so impersonal. Why do people do this? Another text from Daniel pops up.

Be a good girl and show me.

My fingers hesitate, then I shyly spread my legs. I almost cover my panties because why would he want to see if I’m wet through my underwear? Then again, I can’t imagine taking a picture of myself naked. My nipples harden at the idea because it’s just as naughty as what we did in his office today, but the idea of anyone else seeing it terrifies me.

I take a few pictures, then decide if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. Spreading my legs wider, I start to slide my fingers into my panties from the side, rubbing over one of my pussy lips. Focusing my camera there, I take a picture and look at it for all of one second before I send it to Daniel.

I’m not as wet as when you touch me or look at me, sir .

I am looking, Grace. I’m devouring every perfect picture you send me. Each picture makes me want more. I should be between your legs right now, peeling your panties off you, kissing those perfect thighs until I please you with my tongue.

Another text bubble pops up, disappears, pops up, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to wait or push forward. He finally asks,

What do you need to get turned on and eager for me?

It’s my turn to pause. I need him .

I… I don’t know. I’ve never done this over text before or sent photos like this before.

My phone rings a second later. It’s Daniel. I take a slow breath as I answer the phone. “Hello?”

“You’re very good at getting me worked up, Grace. The pictures you’ve sent are amazing,” Daniel praises.

Heat snakes through my body, curling in my lower belly so my throat catches. “Daniel… sir… I…”

“Remember how you touched yourself in my office today?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s… it’s hard not to remember,” I answer.

“Tell me about how it felt for you. How it felt to have your fingers buried in your pussy on my desk, your legs spread so I could watch.” His voice deepens, and I hear him take a sharp breath.

My cheeks burn as my fingers slip under my panties. I’m not touching myself, not quite yet, but feeling my fingertips so close to my clit makes me wetter.

“I felt… dangerous. We’re not supposed to do that at work, but it was so… it was so intense and overwhelming and…”

“Did you like having your fingers inside yourself even before I started licking your clit?” he rephrases.

“Yes,” I pant. “It’s never felt that good.”

“Why, darling? Tell me why it felt that good,” he commands.

“Because you were watching, because you liked it and… and then your tongue and… and watching you,” I pant.

“Touch yourself while you tell me. Move one of your fingers over your clit just like I did with my tongue,” he orders.

“But I can’t suck like you do,” I argue.

“You can pinch your clit with your fingers,” he promises. “Keep being my good girl, Grace.”

A little whine leaves my throat, but I obey, slowly stroking over my clit, flicking the tip of my finger over that sensitive area and panting as my toes curl.

“Keep your thighs spread wide and close your eyes,” he instructs.

“Yes, sir,” I pant.

“Imagine that I’m right there with you, watching your finger move, that I’m holding your perfect, soft thighs open so I can enjoy the view,” Daniel whispers.

I close my eyes and continue moving my finger. When I crave that suction he gave me, I try to pinch my clit. It’s not the same, but it’s twice as intense. I gasp and lift my hips instinctually.

“That’s right. I need you to be loud. Keep talking to me. What are you doing, Grace? How does it feel?”

“So good,” I gasp. “I’m pinching and… and moving my finger like you moved your tongue. I spread my legs really wide and…”

“Take a picture for me, darling. Let me enjoy you too,” he suggests.

I nod weakly as my head turns in my pillow. I move my phone between my legs and feel my panties slip to the side slightly. I take a picture and don’t bother to check it before sending. If I do, I’m afraid I won’t send it at all.

After a quick message, I hear Daniel groan.

“My good girl. You’re so much wetter now, aren’t you?” he asks, his husky voice slipping under my skin.

“Yes, sir. Yes,” I pant. “Are you… are you touching yourself too?”

“Of course I am, Grace. You make it nearly impossible not to. You’ve seen how hard you make me,” he answers. “You’re so sexy, so gorgeous. It’s a challenge not to be rock hard all day when you’re around.”

Another whimper leaves my throat, and I nod as my hips lift against my hand again.

“Use your fingers how you did in my office. Slide them into your sweet pussy, both of them,” Daniel commands.

“Your fingers… that’s… that’s what I want,” I answer softly.

He groans, low and eager. That’s enough to make me obey. I thrust both of my fingers inside me, and my toes curl. I gasp as my chest rises and falls faster, my nipples so hard that I can see them through my tank top.

“Daniel,” I whimper.

“That’s right, focus on me. You’re doing so well. I can hear how wet you are,” he pants. “Don’t stop until you come, Grace. You’re a good girl, and you deserve every reward you get.”

Daniel keeps telling me how sweet and good I am, how beautiful my moans sound, how much he’d rather be on my bed with me, stroking my thighs, kissing my belly, prying my underwear off me until I come.

“Daniel, oh, fu—” My voice breaks as I dig my heels into my bed. My back arches, and my legs tighten around my hand as I whimper. My pussy tenses around my own fingers as I pant and let my head fall back. “Oh…”

“Good girl,” he praises. “See how good you can make yourself feel?”

“Only with your help,” I whisper.

“For now,” he says with a chuckle.

“Did…” I bite my bottom lip. “Did you finish too?”

“Of course I did. You’re very good at pushing me over the edge, darling. It’s why I steal your panties. I like seeing my cum soak them,” he answers.

That’s so naughty, so dirty, but so… hot. I take a ragged breath. “I’m glad you like them.”

“When we get off the phone, send me one more picture of you, right now, satisfied and pleased on your bed. You’ve been so good for me today, giving me more than I thought you ever would. I’d like a reminder of this,” he says gently.

I open my mouth and almost ask if he did this with the other girl he had, but it’s probably better that I don’t know. It’s not my business. Daniel doesn’t ask every single thing I did with his son, so I don’t need to know everything he’d done in his past, either.

“Okay,” I finally answer.

We hang up after saying goodnight, and I adjust on my bed, kicking my flower blanket away and trying to pose in a sexy way. When I feel ridiculous, I just look into the camera and bite my bottom lip. I’m hot all over, my tank top is pushed up further, nearly showing my nipples, my panties all curled and ruined, barely hiding my pussy.

After looking at the photo once, I send it and quickly dart to the bathroom to clean up. My phone buzzes as I get out of a quick shower.

Daniel’s reply ruins all my efforts to calm down .

You are so beautiful, darling. I’m a lucky man to get to see you like this, let alone help you come. Get a good night’s sleep for me. I’m excited to see you tomorrow.

How am I supposed to control my feelings for him when he’s so perfect himself?