Permission To Be Dirty

Cage was jetlagged beyond belief when he reached home. Ideally, he should have stayed awake and waited for night to go to sleep, but he just couldn't control himself and went off to dreamland.

Today was the opening day for Under the Stars and he was tense as it was. His dreams were plagued by horrors of becoming an unknown actor once again and struggling to make ends meet. When he woke up, it was around twelve at night and for the life of him, he couldn't go back to sleep. He switched on the television in the living room and went to the shopping channels to relieve him of boredom.

He was watching a particular advertisement on the television which reminded him of the game and he sprinted to his room to bring out his laptop. Now that he had a couple of months of free time from shooting, he could play the game and level up as much as he wanted. He logged into the game and went straight to his messages to see if Rinten had left a comment.

Katherine, he mumbled in his mind and smiled. The name still struck a chord in his heart.

And there it was. She never disappointed. A big ass message from her. He prepared himself for the onslaught of sweet words and dived right in.

[Rinten: I hope you have reached home safely. I don't know what you thought of before you went to bed, but you certainly painted a riveting image of our time together.]

'I'm glad I could be of service, ma'am,' he thought mischievously.

[To be fair, I do practice yoga and often practice alone. I will bring you along next time so that you can enjoy me showing some wicked moves.]

He groaned as he read the words. He hadn't thought that she would reciprocate his fantasies by supplying him with new images that would haunt him late at night when he was in bed alone.

[Things you can't imagine.]

He could imagine. He had a vivid imagination that despite not knowing her face had painted a beautiful image of her perky tits and ass twisting into various positions he hadn't thought were possible.

[And being touched by a woman? Sorry, my preferences completely lay in muscular men who know what they should do to the body of a woman.]

For the first time, he felt thankful for the hours he spent at the gym with his trainer, slaving away for the eight pack abs he had been sporting for god knows how long. He seemed to only get roles were he needed to show off his assets and he was fine as long as it paid the bills okay. But this time, he was actually glad that he was a muscular hunk who could accompany her in her endeavours.

[I don't want a womanly touch, I want it hard and fast.]

She was playing with fire, that's all he could say. He really needed to reach for the bottle of lotion he had kept on his bedside for such events. There was no way his hard member was going to receive any more abuse without closing business in protest.

He looked at the bottle of lotion on the bedside with a longing look and then went back to reading the message.

[I would love to tell you what my favorite position is, but I am afraid it will be too hard for you to handle. Wouldn't want you to go into heat because I instigated you too much in a short amount of time.]

She had already stimulated him beyond belief. There was no way she couldn't know what she was doing to him. She was deliberate in her enthralling words and wicked imageries. He knew instantly that she was giving him permission to be dirty. That's exactly what he had hoped to do.

[You should watch Under the Stars before it goes out of the movie theatres. I just watched it today and it was amazing.]

He sucked in a breath, riveted by her opinion. He had not gone on the internet or spoken to his manager about how the film was performing, but seeing her raving about it made him think that the time he spent shooting was worth it. One could say that he thought highly of this mysterious girl without him realizing what had hit him.

[Sorry to say that someone dropped by without notice and almost ruined the day by asking me out.]

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was making use of the information given to her and telling him how wanted she was, that he was not the only one pining away for a word from her. Did she realize the possessive streak in him that wanted to double her over and spank her pretty little ass until it was red? He wondered if she would be surprised or down for it.

[Oops. Will you be too stimulated if I tell you that I have a long list of men who are waiting for me to approve of their advances?]

Yes, he would feel a maddening growl leave his body as he imagined ripping away any potential suitors away from her, never to be seen by her or considered so.

[But don't worry. You come first in all aspects. You are first priority.]

Damn right, he was first priority. He would have it no other way. He couldn't imagine her running off with some subpar bloke while he waited, kneeling to worship her at her altar.

He quickly started typing away.