**”Over Text and Under Control”**

It started with a text—simple, innocent, just a “Hey” on my screen. But I knew better. I knew *her*. Lily wasn’t the kind of girl who just said *hey*. Every word had a purpose, every message a trap. And I fell for it every fucking time.

*”Hey, loser. You busy?”*

My dick twitched in my pants the second I read it. Pathetic, right? But that’s what she did to me. Made me hard just by reminding me how worthless I was. I typed back, trying to play it cool.

*”Not really. What’s up?”*

The bubbles popped up, disappeared, popped up again—her favorite tease. Then: *”Just thinking about how desperate you looked last time you came over. Like a dog begging for scraps. You still that pathetic?”*

I swallowed, my fingers shaking as I typed. *”Maybe.”*

*”Maybe?”* Her response was instant. *”Don’t lie to me. I know you are. You’re always hard for me, even when you know I’m just fucking with you. Admit it.”*

Fuck. My cock was stiff now, pressing against my zipper. She wasn’t wrong. I *was* always hard for her. Always ready to debase myself just to hear her laugh at me.

*”Yeah,”* I sent. *”I am.”*

*”Tell me what you’d do right now if I let you touch me.”*

My breath hitched. My hand drifted to my dick, palming it through my jeans. Fuck, I was already leaking.

*”I’d get on my knees,”* I typed. *”I’d beg to taste you.”*

*”Disgusting.”* The word made me throb. *”You’d really lick my pussy after I’ve been out all day? You’d eat my sweat, my grool, everything?”*

*”Fuck, yes.”*

*”Say please.”*

I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding my palm down. *”Please, Lily. Please let me eat you out. I don’t care how dirty you are, I need it.”*

*”Pathetic.”* A pause. Then: *”But fine. Beg some more. Maybe I’ll let you cum after.”*

My whole body burned. I stripped my jeans off, my cock springing free, already wet at the tip. I didn’t even care that I was basically doing what she wanted without her even being here. She owned me.

*”Please,”* I begged again. *”I’ll do anything. Let me taste you, let me smell you, I just need to be close to you.”*

*”You’re so fucking weak.”* I could *hear* her smirk through the screen. *”You’d really let me ruin you, wouldn’t you? Let me make you my little bitch?”*

*”Yes,”* I typed frantically. *”Fuck, Lily, I’m yours. Please. Humiliate me. Degrade me. Just don’t stop.”*

*”Fine. Strip. Right now. Send me a pic of your pathetic cock. Let me see how hard I make you.”*

My hands shook as I snapped a pic—my dick thick and leaking, my abs tense, my legs spread like some desperate whore. I sent it before I could second-guess myself.

The seconds ticked by. Then: *”Wow. You really are that easy. Look at you—pre-cum dripping like a fucking faucet. You’d cum in your pants if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”*

*”Yes,”* I admitted.

*”Do it.”*

I whimpered. *”What?”*

*”Cum. Right now. In your pants. And then send me the mess.”*

Fuck. *Fuck.* My cock pulsed, already on the edge just from her words. My hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking fast, my hips jerking.

*”Don’t make me wait, bitch,”* she texted. *”Cum for me like the little loser you are.”*

That did it. My balls tightened and I came—hard—ropes of cum splashing across my stomach, my thighs, my fucking shirt. I was panting, shaking, my phone still in my other hand.

I took a picture of the mess, shame and arousal twisting in my gut, and sent it.

*”Disgusting,”* she replied. *”But good boy. Now clean it up. And remember—this is all you’re ever getting from me.”*

The conversation ended there. No goodbye, no praise. Just silence.

And I was still fucking hard.

Because she wasn’t done with me yet.

And I *loved* it.