DOMINUS: Run yourself a bath. When it’s full,
I want you to get into it. Text me when
you’ve done what I’ve asked.
BB: Yes, Dominus
Unbuttoning my slacks, I lift my hips and tug my boxers and pants down far enough to release my cock. It flops onto my stomach, heavy and half-erect, so I wrap my palm around myself and stroke slowly as I wait for my girl to return to me.
I close my eyes, imagining her in the bath, the way the water would dance around the curves of her breasts, the way tiny bubbles of air might get trapped against the skin of her stomach. Is the bathtub large enough that she can stretch out her legs, or are they bent and hanging open. I moan as I tighten my fist, stroking myself with harder tugs, then pressing all the way down to the base before twisting my hand to come back up the shaft. Spitting into my palm, I continue, then pick up my cell with my other hand and type out another text.
DOMINUS: Describe what you look like in that warm water.
The three dots pop up as she types, then they disappear and I clench my teeth, desperate for the tease of what she’s about to describe.
BB: The water comes up to my nipples. They’re hard.
“Fuck,” I grunt, fisting myself faster.
DOMINUS: Touch them how you want me to.
Pretend it’s my hand on your perfect breasts.
BB: I’m touching them.
DOMINUS: Pinch those nipples for me. I want
them nice and hard, aching for my mouth.
BB: Dominus?
I pause; my cock twitches in my motionless palm.
DOMINUS: Yes?
BB: Are you… touching yourself too?
DOMINUS: Fuck yes, I am. Do you want to see?
My eyes widen as I realize what I’ve just offered her. “Christ, you fucking idiot.”
I scan the room, but I don’t have my mask. I didn’t think to pack it because Dominus can’t just happen to be at the Las Vegas Rabbit Hole location at the same time Sutton is in Las Vegas for an event. Had I planned better, I could have arranged something like that with her, but now I’m stuck.
Up a fucking creek without a paddle.
I curse under my breath when the next text comes through.
BB: Yes, Dominus. Can we FaceTime?
I drop my head back and bark out a bitter laugh. Serves me fucking right for pushing things with this woman. I stroke myself as I consider my options. If I prop the phone up correctly, I should be able to get the right angle without exposing my face or any distinguishing marks.
I laugh again because this whole situation is painfully comical. My cock is a hard rod, throbbing for attention. If I had just been honest with her by now, we could be doing this in person. Sleeping in the same bed, ordering room service while we fuck until it’s time to go to the festival.
My chest tightens as I realize what a stupid fucking fantasy that is. If she finds out the truth, she’ll never speak to me again.
Growling, I get up and close all the curtains in the suite, then quickly make sure I’m positioned away from any mirrors or reflective surfaces, and play with the various phone positions until I find something that will work.
Taking a deep breath, I send one more text.
