There are only a few hours left before Sarki and Elisa arrive. I’ve barely seen Vanessa over the last few days, as I’m still mentally processing everything I witnessed at the club.
I’d like to say I was merely shocked, but my curiosity has become so consuming that I actually considered buying a whip—one with weighted, textured seeds at the tips for extra sting.
On my phone screen, Kelsey’s face breaks into a grin, and she starts laughing the moment I mention the purchase.
"Megs, darling... would you buy a Ducati without knowing how to ride?" she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. I crossed my arms, feigning annoyance at her laughter, even though it was undeniably beautiful.
"You need to figure out if that kind of pain is actually stimulating for you first. Take it slow. If you enjoy the basics, we’ll get you to the weighted whips eventually. Hey... don’t be mad at me," Kelsey laughed again, her tone softening.
"How could I not be?" I countered with a pout. "I was being serious, and you just turned it into a joke."
"It was only because of your excitement—it’s adorable," she admitted, her expression turning more intimate. "Actually, I sent you a little something. It should be arriving today..."
"When will I see you?" I asked, adjusting my robe as I offered her a lingering smile. "I think that exhibitionism story actually started to grow on me..." To prove my point, I loosened one side of the tie, letting the silk collar slide languidly down my shoulder.
"Whenever you want. Just say the word, and I’ll have a plane on the tarmac to pick you up within the hour," Kelsey promised, her eyes tracking the movement. "Are you really going to tease me with just a shoulder, Megs?"
The lace of my strapless bra came into view, and her expression shifted instantly, her gentle smile turning into something dark and roguish.
"Kels, tell me something..." I murmured, lowering the other side of my robe until only my lace-clad chest and my chin were visible in the frame.
"Anything you want..." she replied, her voice dropping an octave, thick with anticipation.
"Do you think about me?" I questioned, watching her nod as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "When you’re alone...when you’re touching yourself?" I reached down, hooking a finger into the waistband of my panties. I could already feel my own body beginning to burn. "Do you think of me when you're with someone else? Someone who doesn't moan in your ear quite the way I do?"
"Megan," she groaned, a long, low sigh escaping her as she began unbuckling her belt. "If we’re going to play, we’re going to do it right."
I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on the camera but still hiding my full face. I brought two fingers to my lips, slowly taking them into my mouth and sucking, my gaze never wavering.
"What do you want me to do?" I whispered.
"Take off the robe," Kelsey commanded. I watched the heat flush her face, and the raw, heavy tone of her voice sent a violent shiver down my spine. I stood up from the chair, slowly untied the silk knot, and let the garment pool at my feet.
"Turn around," she ordered. I obeyed, my skin burning with a mixture of exposure and sheer lust. "Now, go to your closet. They should have left a black gift box there. Don't say another word until you’re back in front of me."
I returned a moment later, the weight of the box in my hands. She watched me intensely, then gave the nod to open it. Inside, nestled against the dark velvet, was a sleek, minimalist vibrator and a small, delicate jewelry box.
"Now what?" I breathed, my pulse racing.
"Now? You’ve sparked a new obsession in me, Megan," Kelsey rasped. "I can’t stop thinking about taking you in front of amirror. I want you to see exactly how perfect you look when you’re coming."
God, my panties were already ruined, and the sight of her lighting a cigarette while staring at me with that smoldering smirk only made it worse.
"I think we can arrange that," I countered, my voice trembling slightly.
"We certainly can. Now, put on 'Fuck Me & Feed Me,' beautiful." It took only a few seconds for the room to fill with the heavy, rhythmic beat of the track.
"This song..." was all I could manage to say.
"It was made for this," she exhaled, a cloud of smoke drifting past the camera. "For you to slowly slide those panties off and settle into that armchair with your legs wide open. I want to see how wet you are while you touch yourself just for me."
"Can I... lower the camera?" I asked, seeking permission even for the framing.
"You should. And don't hold back, Megan. You were right, your moans are impossible to forget."
I tilted the screen, focusing the lens exactly where she wanted it. I reached for the vibrator, but as I tried to click it on, nothing happened. I felt a flash of frustration, looking back at the screen only to see Kelsey smiling at my confusion.
"Kels, it’s not working. It won't turn on."
