“Good girl. Now, touch your pussy with the finger wearing my ring. Show them it’s mine.”
Oh my god.
It’s one thing when we do this online. When it’s just me and Loch in our cabin in front of his laptop. When I fuck myself for him and our fans. Or he fucks me with a toy. It’s erotic but abstract. Salacious but safe. Almost surreal.
But this isextremelyreal.
I can see aroused nipples and cocks in the room. I can hear their deepening breath. I can smell their primal desire. It’s mostly mine as I reach down, sliding my ring finger between my exposed pussy lips.
God, I’m already soaked.
Loch tosses his jacket on the chair in the center of the room, making quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, watching me the whole time.
“Good girl. Now, spread your pussy lips,” he demands, tossing his shirt aside. “Show them that pretty clit.”
Shaking, I obey.
Raw air thrills my nerves, raw lust as well. I could come from this lewd exposure alone, while Loch drops his pants, kicking free of them and his shoes. All that remains are his white Calvins that can’t contain his massive erection, the thick elastic band, gaping from his inked abs.
“Fucking beautiful,” HarrySmiles huffs, admiring the sight of me? Of Loch? Or both of us?
“Yes, she is,” Loch agrees before ordering me, “Now, pinch your nipple.” His blue eyes are on fire, admiring my compliance. “Do it while you pull back your pretty pink hood for them.”
Everything about Loch, looming large, threatening, and thrilling, makes me submit.
Watching him, I pinch my right nipple. It aches, while my left hand, with my ringed finger proudly wearing his rare green jewel, gently exposes my tiniest pink pearl to the room.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper as the electric air licks at my tender clit.
“Don’t you dare come. Not yet.” Loch towers on my left, so all can see me. “Stand there, Babygirl, and show them how fucking beautiful you are. Every goddamn inch of you that’s mine.”
I tug at my nipple while exposing my clit. It makes my thighs tremble. My pussy pulse. My ego liberated and calling bullshit on all my body hate. Not like this. This is desire, divine and delicate in its assault on my senses, and I’m so damn blessed to feel it. My eyes well with pride.
Loch closes the distance between us.
Softly, he brushes the small of my back, just as he does when we’re in bed. Soothing me. Loving me. “You okay, Babygirl?” he whispers.
“Very.”
He kisses my hair, sighing over my strands, words only I can hear. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you? What I see every time, Alena. How beautiful you are to me. Promise me you’ll remember this.”
“I promise.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I need it.”
I stand, blanketed by Loch’s love yet breathlessly bare, suddenly remembering the cameras are recording us. In corners of the room, Loch has them on tripods. He’ll edit, zooming in to conceal faces. I trust his discretion.
Still, thousands will see what I want to show, hear what I want to say. They’ll watch a woman get every erotic fantasy she desires, and it thrills me even more.
Loch caresses my ass, heightening my pleasure and his possession. “Now, look at our guests and tell them what my DirtTGirl did for me last month.”
Lust scrambles my mind. I can’t recall which kinky thing Loch means until he prompts, “At the restaurant in Savannah.”
Oh, St. Patrick’s Day, when I got so lucky.
“I fingered myself for you under the table, Sir.”
