With a thrill of anticipation racing through her, she set the phone just in front of her. She could see Gabe’s face, and Gabe could see her body.
“Look at you kneeling for me, Princess. Waiting to hear what I tell you to do. You’re going to do it, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Everything I ask you to do?”
“Yes.” Ivy’s eyes found Gabe on the phone screen, and he smiled at her.
“What if I just make you kneel like that? Just keep you here, waiting. I know how impatient you are, Princess. How you hate waiting. But the sight of you on your knees makes me pleased.” His rich voice caressed her skin, and Ivy closed her eyes, her hands on her thighs.
“I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you? Doing what I tell you to do is making those pink nipples of you stand to attention. Just think, hours ago, you were commanding a whole team. Now here you are, taking my commands. How does that make you feel?”
Ivy shook her head and swallowed, not being able to form words. “I like it.”
“You like giving me your power, don’t you, Princess?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You like being reduced to my willing submissive, my cum-slut.” His tone deepened.
Her mind blanked with a rolling wave of heat, her nipples hard points of need. “Yes, Sir.”
“Damn, look at your body. If I were there, I would rub my hands up and down your body, caress your throat and put my hand over your mouth, the way I know you like it. Caress yourself, for me, Princess. Slowly.”
Her hand shook slightly as she rubbed her hands along her belly, up to her breasts, around her shoulders, and grabbed her own chin with her fingertips, slowly running them over her mouth.
“Good girl. Don’t forget about your thighs. Run your fingers along your gorgeous thighs, but you will not touch your cunt.”
Ivy shivered and followed his instructions, her hands pressing on her thighs. Wetness pooled between her legs. She shifted a little on her heels, longing for touch on her pussy.
“Grab those breasts for me, cup them and show me and then pull your nipples, just like I do.”
The absolute steely dominance in his voice. She couldn’t do anything but give over to her wanting, her longing to follow it.
She lifted her breasts, closed her eyes, stretched her neck, her head falling back as she imagined Gabe’s rough touch under her breasts. Gliding her hands to the tops of her breasts, she grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and pulled.
“Harder. I want to see tears.” Gabe’s voice broke through the silence, and she tugged them as hard as she could until she gasped.
“Good girl. You can take that pain for me. I bet you’re nice and wet and wanting my little slut.”
Ivy moaned as she forced herself to keep tugging at her nipples, bouncing on her knees.
“Isn’t it nice to obey, Princess? To turn your mind off of all the things you have to do. No pressure here. Just the expectation of your obedience. Correct?”
“Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes as she uttered the reply.
“Give those nipples the hardest tug can and then drop them. Do not touch your needy pussy.”
Her pussy wept, liquid pooling between her thighs. Ivy threw her head back as she pinched and tugged her nipples as hard as she could.
“Put your palm over your cunt, but no, do not finger.”
Ivy gasped as she did what Gabe said, feeling heat against her palm, wanting to touch herself badly.
“Are you humping your hand, baby?” She heard the grin in his voice, and Ivy shook her head, her cheeks red hot.
“That’s okay. You can be a dirty pet. Show me how much you want to touch your hot little cunt.”
