Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Art Of Seduction : Part 01

Shreya scrambled for her phone as she tried to come with a plan to tease her man. Then she decided to take a selfie of herself making a kissing mouth.

Shreya : ''Miss you, baby. Come home soon'.

Daya instantly replied as if he was waiting for this. ' 'Miss you too, darling' he added, 'You're beautiful, as always.'

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He took the bait. The poor guy didn't even know she had more deliberate plans other than the cute picture. It was just one step toward the most torturous evening for Daya.

As if being away from her wasn't bad enough, Shreya had to send him a teasing picture of herself. Daya was with his friends, Abhijeet having brought them to the cigar club inside the hotel, but the man didn't smoke so he was just there, watching his friends indulge in expensive Cuban cigars.

But as time passed by, Daya found that it wasn't just a normal conversation, but a tease from Shreya. She was luring to come home to her with the possibility of their second round that day.

The first one was sexy, but came with an innocent sentence: 'Miss you, baby.' But the second one came 30 minutes later, a photo of her 'accidentally' revealing her ample cleavage with the caption, 'I'm lonely'. The mere flashes of her skin was enough to send Daya into overdrive, recalling the time they'd had this morning. Damn! And now he probably had a hard on in public.

If this was her plan to torture him, well. It was working.

Daya put the couch pillow in his lap in case he accidentally offended someone. Shreya sure knew how to wind him up. All he could think about was going back to her apartment and fucking her against the front door.

Why did she do this to him? As if he didn't think about her every second already. She didn't need to fuel his desire for her. It was already eating him up, burning him into ashes every day. The first picture made him think back to how her lips felt on him. How soft and how perfect they were beautiful moans escaping her lips, murmuring his name lovingly.

He needed to stop thinking about her, or else he would end up just leaving his friends. Abhijeet and Rajat would ask him to no end why he'd left early. The second picture wasn't any help either. He could only think of how soft and supple her breasts were, her sensitive nipples hardening by just his touch, chest heaving hard when she was about to come.

The gang spent their whole afternoon at the cigar lounge. Daya only sipped his whiskey, listening to Abhijeet's stupid plan that would probably end up with half of the city burnt down. Daya said no to every plan because he had better things to do. He wanted to go home to Shreya and do her!

'Come home, lover boy. We have so much unfinished business.'

The third one made him keep still, he was so turned on. He needed to go back to her but his friends kept their eyes on him, probably wondering who he was texting all the time. She sent him a photo of her bare back as she laid sexily on her bed. Damn, his girl was so hot! And now all he could think of was when he'd dragged his beard all over her.

The fourth photo came and Daya groaned at the sight of her. 'Are you with someone else better than me right now? Do you like her more than me'? It was the side of her breast with a little peek of her pink nipple. God! Why did she have to torture him this way? It reminded him how much he wanted to put her nipple into his mouth and give her pleasure. Look at what he had become because of her- a sex crazy, hormone raged teenager, the separation only emphasis on how much he missed her. Daya quickly typed back to assure her that there was no one else better than her. 'Darling, you know I would give everything to be with you right now. Nobody else could compare to you.'

She sent him back a smile and laugh emoji. 'I should give you a little reward for being the most loving man.' His phone vibrated, showing another message from Shreya. The fifth one awoke a thousand butterflies in his stomach. Shreya was now showing him a full view of her bare upper body laid on the bed, with her hard nipples and a sexy smile.

God! He wouldn't make it through dinner.

Thankfully, Abhijeet took them to have dinner early. His best friend had made reservations at the best steakhouse in Mumbai and ordered everyone's favourite food. On their way to the steakhouse, Shreya sent him another picture of her. 'Baby, I'm so hot right now.' It was a picture of her taking her shorts off. Daya swore to god that he would destroy them one day by ripping them off of her body. Shreya loved to wear them to spite him. The shorts now hung around her knees, and revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. Daya replied, 'And you had to take off your clothes? Turning off the goddamn heater would suffice!' Yes, it sounded harsh, but he had to let her know that he was frustrated by all of the teasing.

Shreya just replied with a laughing emoji before disappearing again. The boys were now at the steakhouse. The host took 'Abhijeet and his friends' to the best table and served them with Daya's favourite whiskey. As the waiter began to serve their food, Shreya sent him another photo of her. She was completely naked-he even spotted his marks and burns on her cleavage and neck. He felt rather proud of all the marks, as if they were his ownership displayed on her body. 'I'm waiting for you, baby.' The caption tempted him to leave his friends, but he fought off the urge.

'How in the world did you take the photo? It's not even a selfie' he asked.

'I got a little help from a friend.'

'Who is he?'

'Why are you assuming this person was a man?'

'Then who is it?'

'Are you jealous?'

'Shreya....'

But she didn't answer his question. If he had to endure all this pain to finally go to heaven, he would endure it

The food was delicious, but Daya was craving something else. His favourite food and whiskey couldn't stop his needs. The next photo made Daya swallow hard. His girl had spread her legs on her bed, dipped a finger into her. Five seconds later, another photo was sent to him, showing how wet she was as she licked her finger covered with her juice. 'I'm so wet right now, honey. Don't leave me hanging.'

Firestorms stirred inside of him. Daya knew he would break soon.

'Darling, stop teasing me, please'

'No can't do. I have to do something to get off.'

'Shreya...Don't'

'Make me'

Daya grunted at his phone. Everyone at the table turned to look at him. Daya had to make another lame excuse to cover up his desperate attempts to resist Shreya's tempting invitations. The last message came in a set and it almost made him squash the whiskey glass in his hand.

This was the final straw. Daya left the restaurant through the backdoor and grabbed a cab back to his girl.

To Be Continued....