TradeChat Will Play | By : sojothepale Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I didn't so much as remember what she said to Niko, as much as how she said it. Her voice was broken, chattering underneath hesitant rumblings and heart palpitations. Nothing was admitted, nor was he even suspicious...as far as either of us could tell. My soul hung on every single word, feeling grief-stricken about how my instincts usurped logic and common decency. It felt like I broke something that I didn't know how to fix.
The comfortability we built up extended to how I felt during the week, specifically at night. Though I was normally alone in the living room, I didn't feel alone. Every now and then my face, illuminated by the glint of an iPhone, caught a glimpse of Niko in various pictures strewn about the place. I felt the same sensation when walking at night, feeling hairs stand up on the back of my neck as though I was being trailed. My head dug further and further into my pillow.
Seeing Danielle go cold on social media was especially worrying. Normally, her tweets reflected her mood, reading as either casual or professional – but going dark was a whole other experience. I couldn't even sit on the other end as a random fan and hope that her silence was due to being busy, because I knew why she wasn't there. My kiss drove her to this point, it sent her off to bed early and potentially ruined her relationship. All the deep breaths in the world couldn't make me feel better, but that didn't stop me from trying.
Glancing at the phone a bit closer reminded me of just how quickly Danielle retreated. It wasn't too late, so my mind wandered...and my phone was already out.
Donaldchump: "I'm bored."
Twitter hadn't been closed since TradeChat messed with it earlier. I began to pontificate whether or not that tweet should have been sent out, but it was too late, replies were already pouring in.
Randoboi: "you're bored at a hot girl's place when her husband isn't there smh..."
As though my anxiety manifested into a person, sure enough. I rubbed my eyes viciously to ensure I wasn't just projecting onto the screen. No, it was there. If Danielle was stealthily checking Twitter and not actually asleep, I'd probably get a stern talking to the following day...or even more-so if she didn't cool down by that point.
Ganker69: "Does Danielle taste good or nah"
I rose from my position, now meeting my feet to the floor. Danielle would inevitably see this; it didn't matter if she saw it now or eight hours from now. I would need to deal with it eventually. So as not to make matters worse I pocketed my phone upon standing up, I hadn't any gameplan, but I thought better than to just sit around and become manipulated into responding to these tweets. I barely even considered the idea of rushing to her room, rather, my legs simply carried me there.
"Pleaaaase be awake..." I could barely hear my own words underneath my pulse. My vision wasn't the best, but from what I could tell by edging my head around the corner...it appeared there was a light on in her room, a faint one, but luminance nonetheless. From what I could ascertain, it was probably being given off by a lamp...which meant she was probably on her phone in bed. She had to have seen those tweets, there's no way she didn't. Now I just needed to react...I needed to get her attention.
I was so tepid in approaching. She was as threatening as a box of kittens, but my legs turned to iron the closer I got to the bedroom door. I needed to knock before she fell asleep, otherwise I would be the guy that also woke her up on top of everything else. At the same time, I didn't want to be too aggressive in case Tychus was asleep.
"Trent?" A solemn voice rang out.
My heart sank like a battleship as soon as I heard her speak, but at least I didn't need to initiate contact at this point. "Uh...yeah?"
"You...okay?" Danielle continued, her voice shed of the same despair it carried earlier.
"I, uh...just needed to show you something. It has to do with Twitter." I fell over my words, unsure of how to carry the conversation through a door.
"I'm not naked, just come in." She half-heartedly chortled.
I entered, phone held up in plain view. "So...I said a thing and people responded."
"I know...I was gonna say something but you beat me to it." She remained halfway underneath the sheets, propped up against two pillows.
"I'm sure you were gonna be on your way any second." I slouched against the door frame, pocketing my phone.
Danielle patted the bed beside her, forming a comfortable smile amidst slightly smudged makeup.
"You, uh...you sure?" For all I knew, she quickly trained Tychus who lay at the foot of the bed to snap at me if I got anywhere close to her.
"Just get over here so we can talk." She pointed at the same spot from earlier, her voice quickening with a dash of venom added to it.
I didn't want to keep her waiting, so I was in the bed next to her as fast as possible. Though we were as close as two people possibly could be hours earlier, I made sure not to even come close to brushing up against her by sitting on top of the sheets. "So...where should we begin?"
"I'm not really worried about what people say on Twitter, they're gonna jump to whatever conclusions they wanna jump to anyway." She pointed at the tweet on her phone, then placing it on a nearby nightstand. "That being said...we clearly felt comfortable enough to...you know...do what we did earlier."
"Yeah..." The conversation sharply turned in a direction I didn't expect. Was she encouraging what happened? "So...does that mean..." I couldn't finish my own sentence.
"I...think we need to find out." She waved her hands around, staring straight ahead in an oddly aloof manner.
"You're saying...we need to have sex?" The weirdest part was that we couldn't look at each other just yet, rather, we were just staring straight ahead.
"Yeah...I mean, like I said...people have already made up their mind about what's happening here. They're probably talking about it on Discord, writing weird fanfics about it...just, you know...being the internet." She occasionally glanced at Tychus, who was fast asleep. Her hands fell down to her lap, clasped together with her thumbs twiddling away.
"I guess...I...don't know what to say." My mouth dried up again; not that I had anything in mind to convey to her anyway.
"We don't really need to talk now anyway, we just need to...you know?" She finally turned to face me, biting her lower lip while freeing her legs from the comforter.
"Yeah..." I was under the impression that Danielle wore leggings or pajama pants to bed – and maybe she did, but on this particular occasion she only had blue panties on. Her pale thighs were complemented by that shade incredibly well, even bigger now that I was in closer proximity to them. Even her toenails were blue, resonating a gentle calm over the situation that I didn't expect to suddenly feel.
"I know how you've been looking at me, okay? I'm not dumb, so let's just..." Her words slowly melted into a gentle whisper as she leaned over even further to kiss. She playfully moaned as her tongue lapped around, soaking up as much saliva as possible.
"Mm..mm.." I emoted simply as I was caught off guard. As slow as she was to approach, I expected this all to be a joke. When she didn't slap me, that's when I really decided to give into my more primal instincts. I began to caress her thigh at the same pace that we shared while kissing, feeling as much real estate as possible.
"Ahaha..." She broke from the embrace long enough to chuckle, then feeling as though she had to one-up the situation.
"Hnn..." I remarked, noticing she had just firmly planted one of her hands on my crotch where she found the shaft immediately and began squeezing. It felt as though she was trying to identify herself as the dominant one in the scenario – which I didn't necessarily mind, as I suspected Niko to be the submissive one in bed all along. Ideas swam around in my head about where to go next, but they were being somewhat subdued by a small neon woman's grip. This showed with my facial expressions, unable to continue kissing as I moaned into the air while my mouth hung open.
"Yeahhhh, that's right. I'm in charge, okay?" Danielle whispered in my ear, her grip tightening by the second.
"O...okay." I couldn't move, I had to just sit there and take it. My hand fell free from her thighs, giving her total control.
"Good boy." She whispered just as her mouth lowered near her hand, letting the tip poke out as she lapped it playfully.
I wanted to look at what she was doing, but was more taken by her eyes. She had a gentle nature about her stare, but a swathe of dominance radiated from them at the same time. "W...ow..."
She maintained eye contact all the while slurping away at what was being gripped. Her coarse tongue navigated and snaked around veins, occasionally clogging the only exit for pre-cum.
I could feel the hole being forcibly stretched, tearing and widening by the second. My hand almost reacted on its own as it appeared near her head, as though I meant to pull her away by her pastel-yellow strands.
"Nnnnn." TradeChat's eyebrow raised as she emoted, then raising her own hand in a slapping motion.
I recoiled, then wearing an expression of genuine worry as I let someone much smaller than I further control the situation by striking me.
"What did I say?" She held me away from her mouth, pulling her tongue in.
My hands were now at my side, I refused to move. "You're in charge."
"Look me in the eyes and say it." Her voice became ravenous, so much so that Tychus could be heard jerking his head up out of a nap from the floor.
My gaze rose from her hand to her now piercing eyes, staring straight through me. "You're in control, Danielle."
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