@daring_devil: No video tonight. My little sisters are playing in the next room. But I want you to get me off. Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here, and I’ll send you more photos.
I groan, slipping my free hand under the elastic of my boxers and stroking my length from base to tip, my thumb swiping at the precum already leaking from her challenge.
@watch_me_watch_you: No toys, little devil. I want you coming all over your fingers.
@daring_devil: Yes, sir.
My heart skips a beat at the submissive tone of her text. She might be the more confident of us with this sort of thing, but I like knowing she’ll do what I tell her to.
@watch_me_watch you: Good girl.
Chapter 6
Leni
Ilick my lips in anticipation, staring at those two words that have me all hot and bothered without even touching myself. I suck in a deep breath, my stomach clenching as I wait for his first directive. My core flutters, the cool air on my naked skin adding to the excitement.
@watch_me_watch_you: Do you like a little pain with your pleasure, little devil?
@daring_devil: Yes, sir.
@watch_me_watch_you: The first thing I would do if you were here with me is play with those pretty little jewels on your tits. I’d bite them with my teeth, then soothe them with my tongue.
With a soft moan, I twist my nipple piercing between my fingers until the sting of pain has me gasping, then release it and do the same to the other one. It shootslightning bolts of desire straight to my pulsing clit, so I do it again, rubbing my thighs together for friction. My fingers tremble as I type.
@daring_devil: Your mouth feels so good.
@watch_me_watch_you: Are you wet for me?
My body shudders as I tug on my piercing again.
@daring_devil: Yes, sir.
@watch_me_watch_you: Show me.
Dropping my free hand between my legs, I let them fall open, rubbing my swollen clit as I snap a photo and send it to him.
@watch_me_watch_you: That’s my girl. I want you to slide a finger inside that tight pussy for me. All the way in.
@daring_devil: Yes, sir.
I don’t know why I call him ‘sir’, but there’s something powerful about the way he tells me to do things, like a teacher. It’s a fucking turn-on. I mean, he’s around the age of the younger professors at Beckford University. Who’s to say he’s not one of them?
The thought has my walls clenching tightly around the single digit now pumping in and out of me as I rub my clitwith my thumb. I bite down on my lip, imagining my masked teacher bending me over the lectern in front of the class, twisting my hair in his hands to expose my neck before biting the tender skin.
My legs tremble and my breathing becomes laboured as my climax draws nearer. I’m so caught up in my fantasy, I almost miss the notification on my phone.
@watch_me_watch_you: Add a second finger. I want you nice and ready to take my cock, little devil.
I whimper as I slide in another. I’ve seen his cock—it’s impressive and a little intimidating. Feeling daring, I switch the camera app to video mode, riding my fingers and capturing the dirty noises as my fingers slide in and out of my wet cunt.
Curling my fingers, I finally hit my G-spot, gasping as I increase my ministrations on my clit. The indecent sounds filling the room cause my stomach to tighten right before I soar over the cliff, waves of pleasure shuddering through me as I ride out my orgasm.
After coming down, still languidly playing with my oversensitive core, I smile lazily as I rewatch the video, making sure my face is never in the frame, before sending it to him.
His response takes a couple of minutes, but I don’t panic. I’m heady with the satisfaction of knowing he’s watching what his words did to me. I am in control here.
His reply finally arrives in the form of a video. I grin as his low masculine groan fills my room, and I rub slow circles around my clit, fingering myself again as Iwatch him come all over his toned and tatted stomach. I replay it twice, bringing myself to another orgasm before pulling my fingers out and sticking them in my mouth to clean them.
