Our Stupid Feelings

Chapter 5: Denied

-Kat-

"Argh! I could strangle the guy!" I growled, seething with frustration as I stood before my door, consumed by a mixture of anger and arousal.

The situation had left me feeling utterly drained. He had led me to believe that we were heading back to my place for a rough f*cking to relieve the tension between us. But upon reflection, I realized that he had never explicitly promised anything of the sort. He merely stated that we were returning here. It was so infuriating that I was on the verge of committing a crime.

"Well, officer, let me explain. You see, this incredibly attractive man sort of insinuated we were going to have s*x, but it was all part of his manipulative scheme," I muttered to myself bitterly, knowing full well the absurdity of the situation.

Suppressing a groan, I took a deep breath and composed myself before unlocking my door and entering my apartment. Yet, the turmoil within me remained unabated. I was still seething with frustration. Jax had played me so easily, leaving me at a loss for what to do next. However, a mischievous idea began to form in my mind, and a wicked smile spread across my lips.

If he was going to leave me unsatisfied, then turnabout was fair play. Retrieving my phone from my purse, I made my way to my room, shedding my dress and undergarments along the way. Once on the bed, I positioned myself comfortably. With a devilish grin, I began recording, focusing the camera on my hand as it traversed my body.

With deliberate slowness, I teased one of my breasts before trailing my fingertips down my stomach. As the anticipation built, I widened my legs slightly and began to pleasure myself, all the while capturing the scene on video. Whimpers escaped my lips as I stimulated myself, my fingers exploring every inch of my heated flesh.

When I almost reached the peak of arousal, I halted the recording and sent the video to him, relishing the prospect of his reaction. Placing my phone on the nightstand, I resumed my self-indulgence, using thoughts of him as fuel for my fantasies.

Despite the absence of his touch, the mere thought of him was enough to send me spiraling into ecstasy. As much as I knew I should find another image to focus on, lately, he was the only one capable of satisfying my desires.

I was on the brink of ecstasy when the sudden ringing of my phone disrupted the moment. Letting out a sigh, I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Jax calling. Despite the interruption, a mischievous grin spread across my lips as I answered the call, resuming my sensual activities as I did so. The sound of my movements was undoubtedly audible through the phone, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could hear every delicious sound.

"What do you think you're doing, kitten?" his voice, low and husky, purred through the phone.

My grin widened into an evil smirk. "Taking care of what you couldn't," I replied with playful defiance.

"What I couldn't?" he retorted, his tone tinged with mock offense. "I think you mean wouldn't."

I chuckled softly, a whimper escaping my lips as I found just the right spot within myself. His response was a curse, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. The mere sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine, a testament to the inexplicable power he held over me in that moment. But I wasn't about to let him off easy. No, I was determined to make him squirm just as he was making me.

"Jax," I whimpered involuntarily, my desire escalating with each passing moment.

"Kitten, get your fingers out of my p*ssy," he commanded, his words sending a thrill through me.

I chuckled again, reveling in the playful banter. "Yours?" I teased.

"Exactly," he affirmed, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

"Yet you refused to take care of me," I countered, a hint of teasing in my tone despite the urgency coursing through me.

Dragging out the tension between us, I savored the anticipation, relishing in the mutual torture we inflicted upon each other. I could almost envision the frustration etched upon his face, and it brought a sense of satisfaction that mirrored my own desire.

"Soon, kitten," he promised, his words fueling my craving for immediate gratification.

Rolling my eyes playfully, I scoffed at his notion of patience. I didn’t want soon, I thought, I wanted now.

"Are you home?" I asked.

"Nope, had to make a quick stop," came his reply.

A quick stop? It was then that I heard him groan softly, and the realization dawned on me as to why he needed to pause.

"So, I can’t touch myself, but you can?" I teased, unable to suppress a smirk.

"You did this to both of us.”

"Me? You could have been here right now, in this bed, and it could be your fingers inside me instead of my own," I countered, my breath hitching as I neared the edge of ecstasy, only to slow my pace.

I knew he heard every sound I made, fueling the fire between us. His own deep and dark sounds stirred something primal within me, heightening my arousal until it felt as if he was right beside me.

"We both know it wouldn’t have been my fingers. I haven’t tasted you in weeks," he remarked, his voice laden with desire.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, causing me to clench around my fingers in anticipation. The memory of his skilled touch, his mouth on me, ignited a fierce craving within me.

"Why don’t you come back?" I pleaded, my voice betraying my desperation.

"No," he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Why not?" I implored, my desperation mounting with each passing moment.

"Because that is not part of the plan," he declared, his voice dripping with a dark allure.

"Plan?"

"Come, kitten," he commanded.

With his command, I surrendered to the ecstasy building within me, the phone slipping from my hand as waves of pleasure washed over me. My body trembled with release, a primal heat engulfing me as I called out his name in ecstasy. In that moment, I realized the undeniable power he held over me, his touch igniting a passion within me that I couldn’t resist.

I descended just in time to catch the echo of his climax, his voice calling out my name. Despite feeling a surge of satisfaction, a simmering frustration also gripped me.

"F*ck... you," I gasped, my breath ragged, eyelids heavy with post-org*smic haze.

He chuckled, his voice husky with arousal. "Soon, kitten."

"Don’t... call me that..." I managed between breaths, struggling to regain composure.

His laughter danced in the air, a melody that both irked and soothed me.

"Now, you’re not going to do that again," he asserted.

I furrowed my brow, confusion clouding my thoughts. "Are you seriously telling me not to pleasure myself again?"

"Yup."

"You’re unbelievable, and I won’t do what you tell me to," I countered defiantly.

"Well, do you want me to touch you?" he teased.

"You know I do," I growled, reaching for my phone. "I wouldn’t have sent you that video otherwise."

"Ah yes, that video is definitely going to keep me warm."

"I can’t believe you! So, you get to touch yourself, but for some reason, the rules are different for me?" I protested.

He chuckled, his amusement only fueling my frustration. "Jax!"

"Just imagine how much better it will be when I finally do touch you after such a long break," he mused.

"I’m not going to survive taking a break that I have no idea how long is going to last!" I exclaimed.

"Then I guess the only one who will be touching you is you."

"And how is that different from now?" I shot back, prompting another laugh from him.

As his laughter gradually subsided, I lay there, the warmth of his amusement lingering within me. "Fine, when will you?" I finally asked.

"F*ck you?"

"Obviously," I retorted.

Silence stretched between us, leaving me bewildered. What was his plan? What was he really after? I needed answers, but he seemed reluctant to provide them.

"When you marry me," he finally declared.

I burst into laughter, but when his tone remained serious, I fell silent.

"Are you saying you won’t have s*x with me until I marry you?" I clarified, disbelief coloring my words.

"Indeed, kitten."

"You are crazy."

"I don’t deny it," he admitted.

"Then why not marry me tonight?" I challenged.

"You didn’t want to."

"Is that really going to stop you?" I pressed.

"Oh, that sounds like a challenge, kitten," he remarked.

I rolled my eyes. Despite the absurdity of it all, a strange excitement coursed through me.

"I told you I would turn your no into a yes. Is it a yes yet?" he teased.

"No," I replied firmly.

"Then I still have work to do. Goodnight, kitten. Keep those hands away from my p*ssy," he warned before ending the call, leaving me baffled and conflicted.