“There’s a chair in the corner of the room,”he tells me.
I turn and see it, a low-backed chair covered in floral material that doesn’t go with the décor in the rest of the house.
“Put the chair in front of the mirror.”
Excitement brews. This isn’t the first time he’s used our little Blood Oath bond to play games with me, and as much as I pretend I don’t like it, I fucking lap it up.
“Okay, the chair is in front of the mirror,”I reply.
“Sit.”
There’s another beat of silence before he continues.“Are you sitting in the chair?”
“Yes,”I confirm.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs and place them over the arms of the chair.”
Gulping down his words, I hook my legs over the arms of the chair, leaving myself exposed.
“Now, look in the mirror and tell me what you see.”
I’m sure I’m not the only woman who’s never looked at themselves at this angle before. Sure, I analyse my face, or I might check how my clothes fit me, but I’ve never studied my naked body for any length of time.
I’m met with a view that Valdemar has seen on numerous occasions and knows intimately, so he’ll know if I lie or don’t play along with his game.
“Angel?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you see.”His voice curls around the question.
“This is embarrassing.”Heat flames across my cheeks.
“Why?”
“Because it is.”
“It’s not embarrassing. It’s fucking sexy as hell, and if our roles were reversed, I would have no qualms about describing how my rock-hard cock was pulsing in my hand as I thought about you sitting there naked and splayed out for me in that chair. I would happily tell you how I stroked my balls before sliding my hand up my shaft?—”
“Okay. I get it. Jesus.”
“Am I making you wet?”he asks.
“You know you are.”
“No, I don’t. You need to tell me.”
Biting my lip, I begin.
“I’m on the chair, naked, legs spread, waiting for you.”I swallow, trying to ignore the awkwardness of my inner voice and how I wish I sounded sexier.“My nipples are hard, and I’m playing with them and wishing it was your mouth.”
Desire sparks, and my eyelids flutter as I settle into the role.
“All of me is on display, just for you. My fingers are in my mouth now. I’m sucking hard and imagining they’re your cock. I’m sliding my hand down my stomach to my clit. It’s swollenand tender, and as I touch it, I think of your mouth and what your tongue would feel like if it was there.
“I move my fingers over my clit, and I’m sinking them inside me. I’m so wet. I can see how wet I am in the mirror, and my fingers slip in so easily. Three fingers now, and I’m thrusting them, wishing it was your hand, your fingers, your cock because that’s all I want, all I need. Fuck, my hand is soaked. This feels so fucking good, and I want more, need more as I think about your cock and how hard it must be and how you must be trying to concentrate on whatever you’re doing, but all you can think about is my fingers doing your job.”
I’m glued to the mirror, the image of me getting myself off far hotter than I ever thought it would be. My orgasm is rumbling low in my core, and I’m lost, Valdemar’s silence almost making me forget he can hear me.
