He flipped on a desk lamp and shined it directly into his camera, and her screen became a glowing square of white light that illuminated her body. Her Bene Gesserit veil still covered her face and shoulders though.
Twist said, “Good girl. How pretty you are with your pussy spread open like that. If I were there, I would rub my thumb over your clit and slide my fingers inside you until you begged me to let you come.”
This was so different from the few fumblings in the dark that her friends had assured her counted as doing it. Her heart fluttered inside her ribs, and her chest rose and fell under her hands as she panted in her dark apartment in the middle of the night for the man on the computer.
He said, “Take one finger, wet it in your mouth, and rub your clit.”
When her lips closed around her finger, she could almost imagine it was his finger, or his mouth, or something else she was sucking on, something that her friends had joked about and she’d laughed along with but wasn’t sure that was how you did it.
A growl grated from the blinding computer screen, and she slowly pulled her finger out of her mouth.
“Good girl.”
And the shivering part of her body responded to the praise with a lurch.
A tiny part of her brain was freaking out that she wasn’t a good girl, that she was doing something stupid and wrong and needed to stop, but Colleen had walked away from that kind of thinking three years ago. Walking away had cost her a lot. That part of her brain needed to shut up and go away because she had already paid for not listening to it.
He said, “Take that wet, slippery finger and caress your clit.”
Her finger slowly drifted downward, the air cool on her wet fingertip, and ventured down between her legs. Stupid thoughts rose, thoughts from before, and she shoved them all away and concentrated on the glaring white screen and the man’s voice telling her what to do.
The first touch of her fingertip on the nub between her legs was too much, and the shock reverberated up her spine. Her body contracted like she’d been shocked, her knees pinching in and her back arching.
“Gently, like my tongue slowly licking you.”
She tried it again, a slower press instead of a jab, and pleasure tightened in her body.
“Are you wet? Rub lower and tell me if you’re wet.”
Her fingertips slipped on her slick center. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” His ferocious growl was lower than before. “Rub slowly in circles. Don’t stop.”
He told her what to do, each stroke, each dip of her fingers inside herself, and he seemed to know where her nerves were better than she had ever figured out. A slow rub on the roof of her channel with her thumb pressing on her clit produced sensations that shot through her whole body, and his exhortation that she plunge her fingers into herself harder and pinch the live wire of her clit brought her off the chair with a muffled shriek as the sensation coursed from her core up her spine and throbbed in her head.
As she drifted down, her slippery fingers resting on her naked stomach, Twist snarled, “Good girl. Very good girl.”
Colleen braced her hands on the arms of her gaming chair and pressed herself upward, still shocked as hell at what she’d done. She grabbed her clothes and held them against her naked body. “I don’t think we can call me a good girl anymore.”
His dark chuckle echoed in her room as the blinding white light on her monitor clicked off. On her screen, he was a sketch of a person, composed of a few glimmering lines on the slashes of his cheekbones and along the base of the right angle of his jaw. “On the contrary, you are a very good girl.”
Colleen hugged her laundry to her chest, trying to cover herself. “Yeah, all right.”
“Are you seeing someone?” he asked.
“Um, no.”
“Would you like to?”
Oh, whatever. “Obviously, we’re not in the same time zone, and I don’t think I can do a long-distance relationship with a guy I’ve never met in real life. I’m sorry. That’s just not in the cards for me.”
“I want to meet you.”
“Sherwood Forest forum decorum, Twist. You’d know who I am, or at least what I look like.”
“Costumes. Masks. Make sure you’re properly disguised, and I’ll do the same. We can make it work.”
“I don’t see how, and it’s weird to meet someone in real life that you met on the internet.” Unless it was on Tinder. Or Grindr. Or Uber. Or BuddiRyde. Maybe it wasn’t so weird. “And you don’t even know where I live.”
