Emma lay on her bed, scrolling through her phone, when a text from Owen popped up on her screen. She rolled her eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she read his message: "I can't stop thinking about your body."
She responded with a sassy quip: "You wish you could have it."
Owen's reply was immediate: "I do have it, remember? In my dirty little fantasies."
Emma felt a stirring in her lower body. She couldn't deny that Owen's boldness turned her on. She typed back: "You're such a perv."
Owen sent a winking emoji. Emma rolled her eyes again, but she couldn't help the thrill that ran through her. She decided to play along and sent him a picture of her cleavage.
Owen responded with a fire emoji. Emma rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the flush that crept up her cheeks. She was secretly enjoying the attention.
Owen asked if he could come over. Emma hesitated, but then agreed. She couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him in person.
When Owen arrived, Emma was wearing a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination. Owen couldn't help but stare.
Emma noticed and sauntered over to him. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Like what you see?"
Owen stammers, "Uh, yeah."
Emma chuckled and said, "Don't be embarrassed. I like it."
She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. Owen looked at her, surprised. Emma smiled and said, "Go ahead. Touch me."
Owen hesitated for a moment, but then gave in to the temptation. Emma moaned softly as he caressed her breast. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"You're mine, Owen," she murmured in his ear. "You've always been mine."
Owen groaned in response, and Emma knew that she had him right where she wanted him. She was in control, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.
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