Painted

Chapter 6

The moment Rebecca sent the last message, a strange sense of satisfaction washed over her. She’d thrown down the gauntlet, and now it was Sarocha’s move. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and the air felt too thick to breathe. She could already feel the heat pooling between her legs at the thought of what might happen next, but she refused to acknowledge it, refusing to let herself slip too far into that urge.

Sarocha stared at the message, her pulse hammering in her throat. The weight of Rebecca’s words hit her like a punch to the stomach, and her thoughts instantly went wild. The front door... unlocked? She wasn’t sure what to do with the information, but her body was already reacting to it, the desire curling deep inside her.

She grinned widely, already envisioning Rebecca’s face, that sly smile, the challenge burning in her eyes. Was she playing with fire? Maybe. But Sarocha wasn’t one to back down. She had just as much to prove.

Sarocha bit her lip and sent a reply: 'You’re really doing this, huh? Just leaving that door wide open, inviting me in... and what, hoping I’ll walk through it?'

Rebecca let out a shaky breath as she read the message, her heart leaping in her chest. Was she really doing this? Yes. She was. And the thought of Sarocha actually showing up... God. She wanted it. Wanted her.

But she had to keep up the game. She couldn’t back down now.

Rebecca: 'You’re welcome to try...'

Sarocha’s eyes lingered on the words for a moment. Oh, she would try. But not only would she try, she would make sure she did it in a way that would leave Rebecca breathless.

Sarocha: 'You might just regret that invitation, but I’m intrigued... It’s dangerous, you know? Leaving a door open like that.'

Rebecca’s lips curled into a smirk, a shiver running down her spine. She was treading dangerously close to a line she wasn’t sure she wanted to cross, but the thrill of it was impossible to ignore.

Rebecca: 'Maybe I like dangerous.'

Sarocha felt a sudden rush of heat. She could almost feel Rebecca’s challenge physically, her body urging her forward. The pull between them was magnetic. She couldn’t resist anymore.

Sarocha: 'I can tell. Just so you know, I’ve never been one to leave things unfinished...'

Rebecca’s heart raced at the words, the suggestion behind them clear. This wasn’t just talk anymore. It wasn’t even just desire—it was a promise, one that both women could taste in the silence between their texts.

She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. She needed to be ready. She couldn’t just let herself crumble under the weight of her desire.

Rebecca: 'Then don’t. Don’t leave things unfinished...'

Sarocha grinned to herself, her fingers itching to grab her keys and head straight to Rebecca’s place. She had no intention of leaving things unfinished.

Sarocha: 'You’d better be ready for me.'

The words hung in the air for a moment. Rebecca’s entire body was vibrating with need, but she refused to let it show. She needed to stay in control—at least, that’s what she told herself.

Rebecca: 'I’m waiting.'

Sarocha didn’t reply immediately, but the silence only heightened the anticipation. She was already halfway to the door, the thought of Rebecca so vivid in her mind. It would be a night neither of them would forget.

The door creaked open, and Sarocha stepped inside, her presence filling the space like a storm about to break. The apartment was dimly lit, the warm glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with tension, and Sarocha could hear the faint sound of Rebecca's unsteady breathing from deeper within.