“Spread your legs for me. Use your hands to pull your thighs back so I can see your pussy. I want to see what I’m dealing with.”
A deep flush darkens Zora’s cheeks, but she does what I say. She grips her knees and pulls them apart until I have a clear view. I watch her chest heave, her breath coming in short gasps as she realizes how much I can see.
“Now take your right hand and touch the opening. Just the surface. I want to see how slick you’ve gotten.”
She whimpers, her fingers brushing over the dark curls. She’s drenched. I watch her fingers glide over the entrance, her eyes going glassy as she focuses on the sensation.
“Good. Now take two fingers. Slide them in slow. I want to hear the sound.”
Zora closes her eyes and slides her fingers inside. The wet, rhythmic sound fills the room, and it makes my blood hot. I watch her face as she drifts, that glassy look that shows she’s stopping the overthinking and just feeling. She’s gorgeous when she’s not trying to curate her image for five hundred thousand people.
“Harder. I want to see you move. Keep your eyes on the lens, Omega. I want to see when you realize you can’t stop.”
“I... I can’t.” Her head falls back. “It’s a lot. I don’t even know you.”
“Knowing me isn’t the point. You’re here because you can’t shut your mind off. If you have a toy nearby, get it. I’m sure you keep something around for the nights you can’t sleep. Use it.”
She reaches for her nightstand, her movements clumsy because she’s so far gone. She finds a black toy that looks like a g-spot vibrator and switches it on. The buzz of the motor comes through the speakers.
“Press the head of the toy against the opening. Don’t go inside yet.”
I watch the monitor as she moves the black silicone. Her hand shakes, but she finds the spot.
“Push harder. I want to see the skin indent. You need to feel the vibration in your bones.”
She whimpers and bites her lip. I watch the way her chest hitches as she forces the toy down.
“Small circles now. Keep the rhythm even. If you speed up, we start over from the beginning.”
Zora starts the motion. Her eyes roll back as the buzz fills the speakers. I lean in and fix my gaze on the way her muscles tense.
“Focus on the rhythm. You aren’t even the one in charge of those muscles anymore. I am.”
I watch the tremor move from her fingers up to her shoulder. I lean in so the bass of my voice hits the speakers in her room. She needs to hear the weight of it.
“Again. Don’t pull it away until I tell you.”
Zora’s back arches off the bed, her toes curling into the mattress.
“Please. I’m right there. Please let me finish.”
“Stop.” The word is sharp. Zora jerks her hand away like she’s been shocked, her chest heaving as she stares at the screen. She’s vibrating, her skin flushed and damp. I watch her struggle to keep her hands still.
“Hands behind your head. Lock your fingers. Don’t move.”
“It hurts; I need to come.” Her chest heaves as she fights the feeling. “Sunday, please. Just a few more seconds. I’m begging you.”
“You sit in the silence and you listen to my voice. For our session, your pleasure belongs to me, Omega. I get to decide when you feel it. Am I clear?”
“Yes.” Her eyes roll toward the ceiling. “Yes, Alpha. We’re clear.”
I watch her for a few minutes, there's sweat on her skin and her legs shake. The mask is getting hot and I’m losing my mind wanting to be in that room with her. I want to be the one holding her down, making her say it to my face. I want to feel her pulse under my thumb.
“Who do you belong to?”
“To you.” She stares at the monitor. “I belong to Sunday. I’m yours.”
“Again. Louder.”
