The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 192: Orgasm and insomnia

Chapter 192: Orgasm and insomnia

Abby lay in bed, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains casting gentle shadows across the room. The bed felt empty without Remo beside her. He had been gone for only a few days, yet the absence seemed to stretch on endlessly in the silence of the night.

She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but her mind kept drifting back to him. She missed the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his embrace, the way he would wrap his arms around her and pull her close.

Closing her eyes, she could almost feel his presence beside her, his steady breaths and the rhythmic beat of his heart. But it was only a memory, a faint echo of the real thing.

Should she call him? The thought crossed her mind more than once. She reached for her phone, her finger hovering over the call button. But then she hesitated. Would she be disturbing him? He was on a business trip, after all. Maybe he needed his rest.

Yet the ache in her heart persisted, a longing that refused to be ignored. She wanted to hear his voice, to know that he was thinking of her too. With a sigh, she set the phone back down on the nightstand, deciding to wait a little longer.

Minutes turned into hours as she lay there in the darkness, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. She tried to push away the thoughts of him, to focus on something else, anything else. But it was no use.

In the end, she couldn’t resist the pull any longer. With a resigned sigh, she picked up her phone once more and dialed his number, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?" His voice was sleep-laden, but there was a warmth to it that eased the ache in her heart.

"Hi, Remo," she said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I couldn’t sleep."

"Is everything okay, Abby?" Remo’s voice was filled with concern, pulling Abby out of her thoughts.

She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Uh, yeah, everything’s fine," she replied, her voice slightly shaky. "I just... I miss you, that’s all."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Abby held her breath, wondering if she had said too much. But then she heard Remo’s soft sigh, filled with understanding.

"I miss you too, Abby," he said gently. "I wish I could be there with you right now."

A small smile spread across Abby’s face at his words. "I know," she said softly. "But you’ll be home soon, right?"

"Yeah," Remo replied, his voice filled with warmth. "I’ll be home before you know it. So try to get some sleep."

Abby sighed, "Well I have tried to—-I-I can’t."

"Hmm... guess we have to do something if you can’t sleep," Remo suggested, his voice laced with playful mischief.

Abby blinked in surprise at Remo’s suggestion, her cheeks flushing crimson at his bold words. "Wh-what?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Remo chuckled softly, his tone teasing yet filled with warmth. "Orgasm is a good remedy for insomnia," he repeated, his words sending a shiver down Abby’s spine. "Since I’m not there and only I can touch you in a way to get you dripping, what are we going to do about it?"

Abby’s heart raced at his suggestive words, her mind spinning with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. But then she remembered the long hours she had spent tossing and turning in bed, the ache of longing that had settled deep in her bones.

"I’ve been tossing and turning for hours," she confessed, her voice laced with frustration. "I need a distraction. I want you to teach me how to touch myself, like only you know how."

Remo’s breath seemed to catch on the other end of the line, his silence stretching out for a moment that felt like an eternity. Abby held her own breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his reply, her body buzzing with nervous energy.

Finally, Remo spoke, his voice low and husky with desire. "Are you sure, Abby?" he asked, his words tinged with both concern and arousal. "I want to make sure you’re comfortable with this."

Abby nodded, even though Remo couldn’t see her. "Yes," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I trust you, Remo. I want to feel close to you, even when you’re not here."

A soft sigh escaped Remo’s lips, his voice filled with tenderness. "Okay, then,Put your phone on loudspeaker on the bed." he said, his tone gentle yet filled with promise.

Abby shifted under the covers, her heart pounding in her chest as Remo’s commanding voice filled the air. "Take off your panties, legs up," he instructed, his words sending a jolt of excitement through her veins.

With trembling hands, Abby obeyed, slipping her panties down her legs and lifting them up as Remo had instructed. She felt a rush of heat between her thighs at the thought of following his every command.

"You’re gonna do everything I tell you. Understood, sweet doll?" Remo’s voice held a firmness that sent a thrill down Abby’s spine.

She nodded eagerly, even though he couldn’t see her. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand."

She waited with bated breath for his next instruction, her body thrumming with anticipation. God, this was so fucking sexy.

"I want your small little hand to trail down your body, feel your soft skin, how it reacts to being touched," Remo commanded, his voice both firm and gentle at the same time.

Abby closed her eyes, her fingers tracing a path down her own body as she imagined Remo guiding her hand. She felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as she followed his instructions, her skin coming alive under her touch.

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of Abby’s soft breathing. Then Remo spoke again, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.