“Beautiful,” he says with a raspy voice, his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft. The head of his cock glistens under the screen light that’s put it in the spotlight like it’s the star of the show. A show I’m thoroughly enjoying.
With his deep, raspy voice, he says, “Spread your legs. Slip your hand beneath your shorts and touch yourself for me, nightingale.”
I do as he asks, moaning and writhing against my hand.
“Don't fake it with me.” His stern, authoritative voice sends shudders down my spine.
My mouth parts as I freeze.
“Don’t give me your fake whimpers. I want to see the real you. I want to know what turns you on and watch you come. You might be able to fake it with everyone else, but not me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take your shorts off and show me how you play with yourself.”
My hand twitches as I hold the waistband of my shorts. I grip the elastic, second guessing myself as a flutter in my stomachreminds me of the first time I did a live. All this time, I’ve managed to keep my bottom half covered, or my thighs together, hiding my pussy, but as I lift my bottom to free my shorts, I know that I’m not going to stop there.
This man can command me to his will and if he says show me how you play with yourself, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Letting my shorts fall at my feet, the wet patch lines the seam, and I spread my legs covered in goose bumps. I swallow the air down my dry throat, my skin itching as I show him how wet I am, slathering my slickness around my folds.
“Good girl.” He continues to fist his erection. “Is that arousal all for me?”
“Yes, sir,” my voice quivers
“Tell me what you like. What’s your deepest desires? What do you think about when you’re getting yourself off?”
I rub circles around my clit, my body shivers each time I hit the right spot. Closing my eyes, I think about my go-to fantasy. “I’m tied up, helpless as a man takes what he wants from me.”
“What man?”
I stop my movements and open my eyes. “I don’t know. He doesn’t have a face in my head, just a man. Any man.”
“Go on. Where are you?”
“At home in bed. He breaks in and ties me up. I struggle and say no, but he takes what he wants anyway, and I secretly like it. I like that he wants me, and only I can get him off.”
“Do you have any handcuffs in that toy box?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to straddle a stack of pillows, ride your favourite dildo and use the egg stimulator I bought you against your clit.” His raspy voice as he instructs me makes my pussy tingle and clench with anticipation. “When you have them where you need them, handcuff yourself to the metal headboard.”
“Yes, sir.” As I stand, moisture pools between my touching thighs. This is something new. Most clients ask me to perform their kinks. I’ve never had a client make me act out my own kink before. Although, technically, it’s not the same. I want the struggle. I want the feel of a strong man pinning me down while he ravishes me. But being tied up or restrained is the closest thing I’ve ever had.
I move the ring light to the side of the bed before I get into position with my toys. Straddling a bunch of pillows between my legs, I lower myself onto my dildo, letting out a moan as it stretches me. It fills me as I sink all the way down and press the smooth silicone of the egg against my sensitive spot.
A buzz from the egg sends an electrical current straight to my core. I jolt at the sensation. Tingles fire off throughout my body, making me shiver and moan.
“You feel that, nightingale? I'm in charge. I own your orgasm. When you come, it's at my hand. I say when you come, got it?”
“Yes, sir.” I rock my hips wanting more, my thick thighs and chunky flesh keeping everything in place where I need it.
He whispers praise through the mic. “That’s it, nightingale. You’re gonna take all that dick. Now handcuff yourself to the top bar on the headboard.”
Once my wrists are bound with my toy handcuffs, I rock my hips. My clit rubs against the egg nestled snugly between my folds and the pillows. With each rock, the dildo hits the spot inside me that makes my moans louder.
“Yes, sing for me nightingale.” Sir’s raspy voice turns me on even more, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He’s stroking his shaft, the head weeping at the slit. “You’re so fucking beautiful tied up like that.”
