Find the first part here:Part 0I woke up with a jolt the next day. I could not remember my dream, but it must have stopped abruptly, for I was fully awake all of the sudden. It was a sensation I was not used to, for I usually am tired and grave for more sleep. Checking my clock, I saw that it was half an hour before my alarm would go off. And I suddenly realized that could not have happened on a worse day. I would usually know what to do with half an hour of spare time while lying in my bed. I cursed him quietly, when I thought back to the last evening. After he had left, leaving me wet and wanting and unsatisfied, I had deliberately started a Netflix show, and tried not to spare him and his stupid promise another thought. Only, my pussy had still been wet, my nipples had screamed for attention, and any time something slightly erotic happened in the show (or just something my mind could, with huge effort, interpret erotically), my thoughts had started to wander. And more than once, my hands had followed straight away. Until I had realized what they were doing, and moved them up again. I had decided to keep the show running until I fell asleep. And had thus watched at least three episodes, for it was not sleep my mind was craving for.Then I realized my mistake. Thinking about the past evening was not helping me in turning my thoughts away. “This is not helping”, I thought to myself, and decided to get up early and go for a shower. I was just on my way out of the bedroom, when I saw my phone blinking. I had a message from him, with a picture attached. It was a selfy from the airport, right before he was boarding his plane. The message read “Good morning, my dear! I hope you have a nice day coming up. Don’t get distracted”. And the picture showed him with bright grin on his face. One lip was tucked up a bit higher than the other, turning the grin into a slight smirk. As if he knew that I was thinking about him and his request first thing in the morning, wanting nothing more than to stuff my dildo inside myself. Stupid insufferable man… stupid insufferable gorgeous man. I threw the phone onto my bed, and turned around to take my shower. Then, in a rash decision, I picked it up, pulled my pyjamas tight and arched my back, so that my breasts showed prominently beneath it, and took a selfy myself. Well, more of a breasty. Or a combination of both. My message with it read “Going to take a hot shower, all by myself. You are missing out!”. It was a bit of a crude comeback, but I didn’t care. I pictured him opening the message at the target airport, standing in a crowd of people. Served him right. I put down the phone, stepped out of my pyjamas, and went for the shower.And again, a long warm shower proved to be a mistake. Too much time to think, and too much contact of my hands with my sensitive parts. Damn this guy, why did the simple act of cleaning myself suddenly arouse me? Why where my nipples still so hard? Why did it feel so good to touch my pussy, even just for a few seconds? I set the water to cold, rinsed myself off, and went out of the shower shivering. But at least it cooled me down, and I was ready to start my day in earnest. Breakfast was good, and I was starting to forget about the whole favor thing and actually managed to spend an hour focusing on my studies. That was when his next message hit. “Hope you didn’t have too much fun in the shower 😉 Would have loved to be there, get you out of those pyjamas, and have my ways with you. Guess I will have to fantasize about that, when I get to my hotel room and take a shower myself.” That message threw me off again. I mean, what the fuck? I was not allowed to cum, and he told me he was gonna jerk off in the shower thinking about me? How was that fair? It simply wasn’t!I had already typed in “Screw you, I’m stopping this” and was ready to send, when I realizes the tingling. Surprised, I pushed my hand against my pussy through my pants. Why was I this wet again? Yes, it never took me long to get aroused, but this was ridiculous. There was nothing gentle in his message, nothing romantic. And yet, I realized that my breath was going faster already, and that my fingers were drawing circles over my jeans. I pulled my hand away, torn between being horny and being annoyed. Why did this arouse me so much? I guess it must still be the left over horniness from yesterday. After all, I did not get to release any of it.I deleted the written message, and thought about what else to write. “If only me and my mouth would be at that shower, I am sure I could relax you.” It just didn’t feel enough. I continued typing “Maybe this can help you in relaxing on your own”. I took of my shirt, and my breasts bounced free. I am never wearing a bra at home, at least not when I am alone. Then I licked over my lips slowly, and took another selfy. Actually, I took a few, before I found one where my breasts were displayed prominent enough. That should do it! And it was sent.Only then did I realize that I had never sent him this explicit a photo yet. Why had I done it? Was I rewarding him for being mean to me? Or was it just it to tease him back a bit? My last orgasm had been Saturday night, not even 48 hours ago, so that couldn’t have anything to do with it. Was it the fact that I did it for him? Determined to leave that streak of thoughts, I put my shirt back on. I could feel the fabric on my hard nipples, but I was determined not to acknowledge it. Sighing, I turned my phone on silent and went back to my study books.It took considerable effort, but for a few hours I did not check my phone. I even went and prepared lunch, before checking it. Let him wait for a bit. I was sure he had written a nice compliment to my photo, maybe if I did not read it for long enough, he would interpret my silence like it wasn’t good enough, and send a second one. I needed that affirmation right now. Once food was ready, I finally looked at my phone again. No blinking lights. Was it out of battery? Nope, it was running as normal. The checkmark next to the photo showed “seen”. Why the hell didn’t he even reply?Grumbling, I ate my lunch. But I also started to check my messages more and more often. Still nothing. Finally I snapped “Didn’t like what you saw? :P”. I was immediately annoyed that I had given in. But I didn’t want to delete the message either, he would see that. Again there was silence, and it took around 5 minutes before he finally replied. “Sorry, my dear. Had to rush to a meeting right after my shower. And I couldn’t very well open your messages right in the middle of a meeting, with your photo as the last message, now could I? But don’t worry, I liked what I saw. I came hard in the shower, thinking about it.” There it was again. He came, I did not… So unfair. But he liked what he saw, that was something at least. I glanced down at my breasts. The shirt covered them, but I could make out my nipples through it, and at that moment I was very content with their looks. He liked them, even on a photo. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.I went back to my studies. Best not to let him draw me in like that. But this time I had forgotten to turn my phone to silent. After around half an hour, just when I had managed to focus, the next message appeared. “And your nipples look so hard in the picture”. I ignored it for around 5 minutes, then I could not hold back, and opened the picture. He was right. My nipples were standing proud and tall in the picture. And a glance down my chest revealed, that they still did. Or again. I could not tell. If only he was here to suck on them. I grabbed my breasts, kneading them softly. Then I realized what I was doing, and stopped again. I did not answer, but instead did my best to focus again. Only to be interrupted by my pinging phone again, not a full half an hour later. “You look extra hot when you are horny”. Annoying man… didn’t he have to pay attention at his meetings? I ignored the message, continuing my work. Half an hour later, the next one arrived. “I bet you are still wet”. I tried to ignore it again, but a few minutes later, with a mind that simply could not focus on work anymore, I had to check. I pushed my fingers down under my pants, and could feel it immediately. My panties were drenched. I had done my best to not think about anything erotic, and yet my panties were drenched like I had barely ever experienced. And touching myself felt so good. I pulled my hand out, looking at my wet fingers. With nothing to wipe them on nearby, I decided to lick them clean. He was missing out! He could have so much fun with me right now. Damn him, I could have so much fun with myself right now, if only I was allowed to… The phone pinged with messages all afternoon long. I did not reply to any of them. But I guess the fact that I read every single one within seconds after is appeared spoke for itself. And he did not seem to mind my lack of answers, keeping the chat going by himself.In the evening he had a business dinner which kept him busy, so I finally got some time to calm down and relax. I spent half of that time looking up his messages again and again. Sleep alluded me again, when I went to bed. I felt hot, and opening the window provided no relieve. “You could sleep naked tonight. You know, to keep your pyjamas clean”. That message caught me off guard, yet again. I had not commented on any of his messages about how wet I must be by now. Did he really know me this well? And had I not committed to enough of his requests already? Well, it was only one, but still. But I still felt holt, and taking of my pyjamas really did help a bit. A rarely slept naked, but tonight I appreciated it. Still, I was rolling around sleepless for a while, hoping and dreading for another message by him, before I finally found sleep. Stupid insufferable man… stupid, insufferable gorgeous man. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n