She looks down at her chest bursting out of the white dress, the zip at her cleavage taut. A blush paints her chest, but ends at her neck. She’s covered in her usual makeup that makes her skin look flawless. But I don’t need perfection. I just need her. And whatever the truth is behind all this. If she’s in trouble, talking to her like this is the only way I’m going to find out.
“You didn’t have to dress up in that for me.” I lean back in the office chair in my small room, check she can’t see past my chest, and lift the mask over my nose. The only light is from the computer screen and the zippo as I light up a cigarette, making sure she doesn’t see the brand I smoke. I wasn’t going to smoke in front of her, but I need a nicotine hit to calm my nerves. This is so fucking wrong, but I’ve thought about nothing else all day.
“Don’t you like this outfit? I thought you’d prefer it to just my underwear, seeing as you told me to keep my clothes on, but I can take it off if you prefer.” She tugs the zip down and her tits, covered in black lace, spill out.
“Stop.” The word was more aggressive than I intended. I try to look away, but my eyes are laser focused on the screen. I should tell her to cover up, but the chub is now as hard as a taser gun, twitching in my joggers.
She freezes on screen. “I’m sorry. I thought?—”
“Don’t be sorry.” I take another pull on the cigarette and lean back in the chair again, admiring the woman in front of me. “All I meant is that I hate that cheap costume. It’s not good enough for you.”
“Do you want me to take it off and put something else on?” Her fingers hover over the zip, waiting for my instruction like a good submissive would.
“I want you to be comfortable on our calls. So I want you to wear whatever you feel comfortable in. If you weren’t live right now, what would you be wearing?” My tongue runs along my chipped tooth before I inhale another drag of nicotine. Every muscle in my body burns. My dick wills my mind to tell her to strip already. And I want to. I really fucking want to.
She bites her lip, the skin pinching in the gap between her two front teeth. When she does that, all I can think about is what those teeth will feel like scraping against my shaft.
“I’d probably just wear my pyjamas.” Her manicured nail taps against her teeth.
“I thought you said you slept naked?” My lips lift into a massive grin as if I have just won the lottery.
“I just said that to sound sexy.” Her lips curve into a smile as wide as my own.
“You don’t have to sound sexy with me. I think you’re a goddess, whether you’re clothed or not. Change into your pyjamas. I want you to feel comfortable.”
“Do you want me to change here or go off camera?”
Off camera. Say off camera, damnit.“Here.” I’m going to hell.
“Okay.” She bends over as if fumbling in her drawers.
“Okay, what?” I say as the smoke curls from my lips. I may as well go full sergeant on her now I’ve committed to watching her strip.
Her head snaps back up to the camera. “Okay, sir.”
“Good girl. Now change into your night clothes for me.” I stub out the cigarette in the ashtray and pull the mask down over my face so I can lean on the desk close to the monitor.
I don’t miss the way her mouth parts when I say good girl, or how her chest rises and falls with panting breaths. She stands in front of the camera in the small space she has between her set of drawers and bed. I know how cramped it is from when I fixed her bed frame.
She tugs at the zip, pulling it over her belly where the fabric stretches across her soft curves. When the zip reaches the end, the dress springs back at either side, her full body on display in nothing but black lace knickers and bra. Now she looks like the classy femme fatale I was talking about. A woman so dangerous she could ruin me with those sinful curves.
She discards the dress, then with her pyjamas in hand, sits back on the bed. Her round belly covers the lace between herthighs. I want to run my finger along the creases where her waist meets her hips and the deep crease where her hip meets her thigh.
I shuffle in my seat, leaning back and getting comfortable as I enjoy this little show. Creaking leather pulls her attention back to the screen.
Her eyes drift down and a smile pushes her cheeks up, showing me the dimple I love.
“Something funny?”
She unfolds her pyjamas. “For someone who wanted me to keep my clothes on, you clearly like what you see.” She raises a perfectly shaped brow as she nods at the tent in my grey joggers.
“You’re delicious. How could I not like what I see?” I reach down and slip my hand under the waistband to adjust my dick. I don’t want her getting distracted.
Her mouth parts. Her two front teeth rest on her lip and instead of adjusting my dick, I find myself fisting it.
Without taking her eyes off the screen, she reaches around her back and unclips her bra. The black straps drape down her arms before she pulls it away at the front.
Two deep pink ripe cherries stare back at me, begging to be sucked. She circles one of the peaks with her finger. “Would you like me to touch myself too, sir?”
