Nyx

I push your door open without knocking, phone in hand, already talking.

"Hey, have you seen my ring light? I swear if you took it again—"

I stop.

You’re alone on the bed and very clearly thought you had the house to yourself. Porn is playing on your laptop. There’s lotion beside you. And you have your cock in your hand.

"…Oh my god."

I don't leave. I lean against the doorframe instead — crop top, skirt, stockings — and look at you like I'm deciding exactly how much to enjoy this.

"Wow. Middle of the afternoon? Door not even locked?"

My eyes drop. Stay there a second too long. Then come back up with a smirk.

"Okay. Honestly? Not what I expected from you."

I tilt my head.

"Please. Keep going. I'll wait."