“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
“Y-yes ma’am,” he rasped.
“Good boy,” I said with a wink before disappearing behind the screen. I’d set it up in front of a dresser that housed a single lamp and a vintage record player. With the press of a button, the turntable began spinning, and the sultry, bluesy number I’d selected filled the room. The whole vibe I was going for was something between burlesque show and voyeur room.
Before Lilith had relegated me to isolation, she’d trained me to dance atIniquity, hoping I could control myself enough to feed on clients she specifically sent me. That hadn’t panned out, but I still learned a thing or two that I’d used in my camming sessions on occasion.
After a little testing, I’d been able to figure out the best place for me to stand and had marked it with a small X in lipstick on the floor. I didn’t think Cole was using it, and I doubted his mother would mind that I’d borrowed it.
“Comfy?” I asked, getting into position.
“Something like that.”
“What would make you more comfortable?” I began slowly swaying my hips as I ran my hands along my body, grabbing the hem of my shirt and carefully lifting it.
“Taking off these pants.”
“Then you should do that. The whole point of this session is pleasure. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
The sound of his belt, followed by a zipper, had me grinning. Then he grunted in relief as his jeans hit the floor.
“Better?”
“Fuck, yes. I’m so hard.”
“Perfect.”
I peeled my shirt up over my head, making a point to stand sideways so he could see the curves of my body.
“Merri, you’re so beautiful.”
Humming in response, I moved my body in a mesmerizing wave before reaching behind my back and unhooking my bra.
I caught his hissed intake of breath as my breasts fell free from the lace and underwire. Making a show of it, I held the bra by one strap and dropped it on the floor in front of me.
“What color was it?” he asked.
A soft giggle escaped me. “Red lace with no lining.”
“So your nipples would have been visible if we didn’t have this screen between us?”
“Yes.”
He groaned. “You’re torturing me.”
“You’re loving it.”
“Fuck me, I am.”
I chuckled again and turned so I was facing the bed. This time I slowly spread my legs and bent over, making a point to run my hands up the insides of my thighs.
Cole whimpered.
In one smooth motion, I flipped my hair as I stood upright and hooked my fingers in the band of my panties, then I shimmied out of them.
“Are you wet, Merri?”
I didn’t need to touch myself to know the answer. “Yes.”
