Holding Out on Sabrina

“Just so you know, you’re not getting any more sex until you tell me,” Sabrina said as the two of you walked into the apartment.

“Tell you what?” you feigned innocence.

“You know what,” Sabrina said, narrowing her eyes as you both took off your shoes as the door shut behind you. Then she started tripping right there in the entryway, making a show of it as she bent over at the waist and peeled her slacks down over her cute little butt, followed by her panties - which clung to her pussy for a moment with their dampness.

She then proceeded to spend the evening entirely naked and using every opportunity to visually tease you.

“You know, my beautiful, intelligent, extremely sexy girlfriend,” you said as you served her dinner at the kitchen table. “You kind of screwed yourself over on this plan by setting me up to fuck Becks right after work.”

“I know,” she grumbled, closing her laptop and setting it aside. “I kind of shot myself in the foot there.” She’d been working on updating the OnlyFans account, scheduling out releases, replying to messages and the like. The uptick in fans was bringing in a lot more money, but it also meant there was more daily maintenance that had to be taken care of. It was an interesting balance that she had to strike - being open and showing her personality to the fans, but not making it seem like she was leading them on or that they had a chance with her.

More fans, and more fame, brought more offers. To fly her out somewhere for a weekend. To take her shopping and get spoiled. To attend a party at a resort, or on a yacht. Always with the implication that she’d be putting out.

And those were the easy ones to turn down.

The hard ones were the guys who were **** for her attention for some reason. The ones who tipped her more than they probably should, and then hoped for or demanded attention that they weren’t owed. Once that line was crossed it was easy for her to refuse their ridiculousness - it was trying to head it off ahead of time that was the hardest. Who just had some disposable money and wanted to splurge a little, and who was going to be a problem? Who was making a relatively innocent request, and who was trying to be manipulative?

“Anything new come up?” you asked her as you sat down after bringing over your drinks.

“Five more people trying to scam me into letting them be my ‘manager,’” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Plus someone offering flat rate Messaging services, but I’m pretty sure that’s a scam too because they would need access to my account to do it.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“I know,” Sabrina said. “So many girls fall for that shit, I don’t get it.”

“Have I mentioned that I love your brain today?” you asked. “Because I wouldn’t love you half as much if you would fall for something like that.”

“Are you saying if I had major head trauma you’d leave me?” Sabrina asked lightly, but you could hear the alarm bells clamouring in the back of your mind all the same.

“OK, first, that’s a trap question and you know it,” you said. “But, being real, if I met you after you suffered major brain trauma and weren’t yourself? I probably wouldn’t fall in love with that person, but I’d feel bad for them. And I’d still think you were physically beautiful. If you, who I’m already in love with, suffered a major accident that led to head trauma that changed your personality or capabilities, then I would still be in love with you and I would work day and night to help you get back to yourself. And so would Gemma.”

Sabrina sighed, pouting a little as she narrowed her eyes at you. “OK, Mr Lawyer Man, sidestepping my obvious traps.”

“Love you,” you grinned, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“No sex,” Sabrina said, raising a warning finger at you as you were both climbing into bed.

“If that’s what you want,” you said with a little smirk.

An entire evening naked, including cuddling after dinner and wrapping up her Onlyfans work while watching the end of the second season of Castle, had her horny. You knew it, and she knew it.

“It’s not what I want, you annoying shit,” she growled playfully, hitting you with a pillow before flopping down onto the bed.

“Love you,” you said, leaning over and giving her a little kiss on the lips.

“Uh-huh,” she grunted. Then she sighed and turned onto her side facing you, grimacing a little. “Love you too. Dickhead.”

“What’s that, you want my dick head?” you asked.

She flashed you the finger and started laughing, and then both your phones buzzed one after the other as you got texts.

“Gemma,” Sabrina said, hers closer to hand. She typed into your group chat her Good Morning to respond to Gemma’s Good Nights for you. Then she was typing more, probably updating your girlfriend on Becks and Tasha, or complaining about you.

That gave you the time to copy over your message with the Tommy story and send it in the group chat to both of them.

Sabrina stiffened in bed next to you as she saw your text, then slowly turned to glare at you. “It’s been ready this whole time!?”

“I couldn’t tell you before I told Gemma,” you said. “That wouldn't have been fair.”

“You fucker,” she grunted and laughed, sitting back up and grabbing her pillow, hitting you with it again. Then she spun up onto her knees, dropping to her elbows as she kept hold of her phone. “Now fucking fuck me while I read these articles. And keep your phone handy, Gemma’s gonna want to talk about them. Or, actually, video call her. She can watch and get off while we discuss.”

Your life was so weird. Wonderful, but weird.

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