Page 6 of Sexting the Silverfox Daddy

Me: I can hear you. Your voice makes me go weak all over. I want to respond, want to tell you I want to belong to you too, at least tonight.

G: Then tell me. Use your words, use your body, tell me what you want.

I stared at my reflection, watching this woman with desire-flushed cheeks. Was this still me? Was this brave, wanting, passionate woman really the same timid, careful Cassie Monroe?

Me: I want your hands to keep touching me. I want to feel your strength, your control. I want you to guide me into doing things I never dared imagine.

G: Good girl. You're braver than I thought. Turn off the living room lights, leave just the small bedroom lamp. Then lie on your bed and wait for my next instruction. Tonight's game is just beginning.

I stared at this message, fingers slightly trembling. I knew that once I did what he said, there would be no going back. This wouldn't just be simple text flirtation anymore—this would be complete, total surrender.

But I still turned off the living room lights.

Because in this late night, in this safe anonymous space, I'd finally found that real self that had been suppressed too long. The self that craved passion, craved adventure, craved being completely possessed by a powerful man.

I walked back to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. The small bedside lamp cast warm yellow light, softly illuminating my flushed face. I clutched the phone tightly in my hands, heart thundering as I waited for his next command.

G: Good, rose. I like how obedient you are. Now close your eyes and breathe deeply. Let your body relax but let your heartbeat speed up. Can you do that?

I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath as he instructed. The air was cool, carrying the bedroom's familiar faint lavender scent, but right now it felt magical, making my skin even more sensitive. I could feel my heartbeat—thump thump thump—like it was responding to his command.

Me: I did it.

The sound was unusually clear in the quiet bedroom. I realized I'd unconsciously whispered the words aloud.

G: Good. Now I want you to put your hand on your neck, gently, like I'm touching you. Imagine those are my fingers, slowly sliding across your skin, feeling your pulse.

I tremblingly raised my hand, fingertips touching my neck. The cool touch gliding across skin sent a small shiver through me.

Me: I can feel it. Your hand is warm and strong. My neck feels like it's pulsing for you.

G: Now let your hand slowly move down, slide across your collarbone, stop at your chest. Don't rush, go slowly, feel every inch of skin's reaction.

My breathing became more rapid, fingers obeying his instruction, slowly sliding across my collarbone. Under the thin black dress, my skin felt like it was being ignited.

Me: I feel like my skin is burning. Like there's fire in my chest, my heart's beating so fast, like it wants to break free of something.

G: Break free?

His reply carried a hint of amusement.

G: Then let it break free, good girl. Now I want you to slide your hand lower, down to your abdomen, stop there. Imagine my palm covering your stomach, warm, steady, with a little pressure. Can you feel my presence?

I swallowed hard, fingers slowly moving downward, sliding past my ribs to stop at my stomach.

The dress fabric was so thin it practically didn't exist. My palm pressed against my skin, and I could feel my body temperature rising.

With my eyes closed, I could almost imagine a tall figure standing beside me, his palm broad and warm, carrying irresistible weight.

Me: I can feel it. Your hand is big and heavy, like you're controlling me.

G: Control? No, little rose, I'm not controlling you. I'm guiding you. Now I want you to move your hand a little lower, slide to your inner thigh. Don't rush, go slowly, feel how your body responds to me. Tell me, how do you feel now?

My cheeks burned like fire, but my fingers seemed drawn by his words, slowly sliding toward my inner thigh. Every touch became abnormally clear, each inch magnified countless times. I could feel my breathing becoming shallower and more rapid, feel heat rising from deep within like a tide.

Me: I feel so hot. My skin feels like it's on fire, my heart's beating so fast it might explode. And there's this emptiness, like I'm craving more.

His message appeared almost instantly, carrying heart-stopping urgency.

G: Craving more? Good, good girl. You're braver than I imagined. Now I want you to go further. Put your hand where you're most sensitive, gently, like I'm touching you. Imagine my fingers there, slowly, firmly exploring. Can you do it?

My breathing completely fell apart, fingers hovering at my inner thigh, hesitating for a moment.

Rational thought screamed in my head to stop, but my body felt hypnotized by his words, craving obedience, craving surrender.

I closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, and slowly moved my fingers to touch that most private place.

Even through the dress fabric, that instant of contact was like electricity shooting through my entire body. I moaned softly, the sound unusually clear in the quiet bedroom. I could almost feel his presence, feel his fingers replacing mine with irresistible force.

Me: I did it. It feels like electricity flowing through my body, so hot I can't stand it. I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

G: Hold on? You don't need to hold on, rose.

I want you to let go, let your body tell me what it wants.

Now imagine I'm beside you, my breath in your ear, my lips lightly touching your neck.

My hands are on you, taking you to places you've never been.

Follow my rhythm, slowly, deeply, feel every wave of sensation.

I could barely think, fingers moving lightly under his guidance, every motion like being remote-controlled by him.

The imagined him felt so real—his breathing, his whispers, his touch.

Heat surged through my body, stronger and stronger, like an uncontrollable storm.

My breathing became broken, my body unconsciously tensing, like standing at a cliff's edge about to fall.

Me: G, I feel like I'm losing control!

G: Don't control it. Let go, good girl. Let me take you to the sky.

This was like the final push. My body felt completely ignited, all my senses exploding in that moment.

I moaned, the sound echoing in the bedroom, my body trembling as that overwhelming wave crashed over me.

Time seemed to stop, my whole being floating in the clouds, all tension and suppression released in this moment.

Several minutes later, I slowly opened my eyes, panting, my body still immersed in the afterglow. The phone screen glowed with his final message lying there quietly:

G: Good, розочка. You belonged to me tonight. Now close your eyes and rest. You need it. Tomorrow the game continues.

I stared at this message, my heartbeat still not completely settled. I knew this game had completely changed me. That timid Cassie, that Cassie trapped in a transparent cage, had been completely awakened by this mysterious "G."

Outside the window, the city still slept, but my life was about to change completely after this night.

I closed my eyes, unconsciously smiling with satisfied contentment, and drifted into sleep.