You know, because of the mask, and the voice.
I laugh. This feels natural, familiar, like I’ve known her for years. I get comfortable, lying back on the bed.
I’m taking your silence aspermission.
I’ll allow it.
Goody! To answer your first question, I have been a good girl. You’d be proud of how I stood up to my professor today.
I smile at her confidence. This is what I was hoping to instill in her.
Want to see how proud I am?
Yes
I snap a pic of my hand gripping my erection through my slacks. Once I look it over, making sure there are no identifying details, I send it to her. What the fuck am I doing?
Holy erection, Batman!
Laughter spills out of me at her ridiculousness as I somehow manage to get even harder. My laughter quickly dies when I see the picture she replies with. Instead of calling me out for breaking a rule I created, she’s seeking her own pleasure from me, sending me a picture of her skirt hiked up so I can see her lacy white panties and the hand she’s slipped into them.
I need to be the adult here. I should stop this and follow my rules.
Fuck it.
Breaking one won’t hurt, and really, it’s more like bending since we can’t technically see each other anyway.
I free my aching cock from my pants and give it a few hard strokes as I stare at her picture when my screen lights up with a call. Scrambling off the bed, I grab the mask with the built in modulator buried in a bag at the bottom of my closet and slip it on as I hit the answer button. “Yes, pet?”
Silence permeates the line, and I pull it away from my earto be sure the call connected when I hear her stuttered breathing. Holy fuck.
“That’s my good girl. Touching yourself, taking what you want. I’m so fucking proud of you,” I grit out as I continue fisting my cock.
“I’m your good girl. I’m being so good. Waiting for your permission,” she breathes.
The way she naturally submits to me is the biggest fucking turn-on. “I want you to take two fingers and slowly rub circles around your clit.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So fucking good for me. But only for me, pet.”
“Only you.” A soft whimper hits my ear.
“Now slip those fingers in your soaking cunt and use the palm of your hand to apply pressure to your clit.”
“Oh, freaking A. Oh God, I’m so close, sir.”
“Don’t come until I command it, pet.” I continue working my cock, pumping furiously as I imagine her pretty lips swallowing me down while I fist her hair.
“Yes… sir,” she moans like it’s hard to speak.
“Ughhnn, fuuuuck, now. Come for me, Emma,” I groan as hot ropes of cum spurt out of my dick, coating my hand and stomach.
Her answering moans are music to my ears, and I can picture her writhing around on her bed as her fingers fall still.
“You called me Emma,” she pants as I reach for a towel to clean myself up.
I falter for a moment, trying to remember if I’d called her by her name as Daddy Dom. I’m sure I have. “That is your name, no?” I say with confidence though I’m still questioning myself.
