“River. Now don’t play dumb.”
“Amelia?”
“Check your cameras, sugar, and you’ll see what you want to see. Like you've been watching for a while now,” I insisted, waiting for a moment before I shrugged the robe off my shoulders.
A hiss of a “fuck” made me giddier than a kid at Christmas. There were random noises like he was knocking something over with haste, and a few light clicks and Shooter started to groan and say, “You naughty girl.”
“Who me?” I grinned. “I’m not the one who set up hidden cameras in my bedroom.” My fingers glided over my collarbone, lightly teasing my skin, showing him exactly who he was dealing with.
A mutter of “fuck me” and I knew was he watching the screen. I tapped the phone to him on speaker, handsfree to do whatever I wanted.
“I can explain,” he tried to explain, but I knew his focus was on something else, or rather someone else.
I threw my head back, carefully teasing myself. The pure excitement ran through me, knowing I held the power. He couldn’t do anything but watch and be driven to madness. I shrugged off the robe, exposing the dark satin that hugged my curves but split on the sides, the fabric hit just above the area between my pussy and my upper thighs. My breasts filled out the top part, cradling them, my nipples peeking through the material.
“I’m sure you can. But I think you still need to be punished.” I didn’t stop exploring my body like it was brand new, this was for me just as much as it was for him.
“Amelia, let me explain,” the man whined, like it was pure torture seeing me but couldn’t touch me. Though I pretended it was him creating goosebumps that plagued my skin. He probably had a very good reason for what he did, but just like me he was hiding something. But my thing, well it had an end date, for him, he may have kept them in there.
I stretched and arched my back, tossing my head back. “I know you can, sugar. But you have been a very bad boy keeping something from me. So, what’s the expression, you can look, butcan’t touch?” I moved toward my nightstand, grabbing a friendly helper. I wasn’t going to stop this, I was going to come. All this work was going to be for me in the end.
I sat back on the bed, my ass perched on the edge, but my legs spread a little to tease him. His hard breathing let me know he was still paying attention.
He growled, just like the madman he was. “Maybe I have been a bad boy.”
“You thinking about me, Shooter? I bet right now, you’re hard, your cock pressed against those jeans, begging to be touched, wishing that you were deep inside me.” My hands grazed over my breasts, finding my nipples, giving them a little teasing pinch, releasing a breathy moan. “Are you drooling over the taste of my pussy?”
“Fuck me,” he rasped, and the slightest zipping sound made me smile. “I promise, it’s not what you’re thinking. I know I have been a bad boy.”
“Yes you have.” I brushed the edge of the gown to the side, showing him how much I was bare for him. I wasn’t wearing anything under it, it would have been easy access for him.
“It's not fair, you touching that pretty pussy of yours, which is mine.”
“But it feels so good.” I scooted back on the bed, throwing a pillow under my back for support for the next part of my plan. I found my little pink helper, a trusty small vibrator that had served me well in previous lonely months. I hitched up my gown, exposing my pussy in front of the camera. “And just think, if you had told me about the camera months ago, you could have been touching me, teasing me.”
“I still can, you just say the word.” He groaned. I imagined that he was fisting his cock, a little bit of precum dribbling down on his hand. I wished that I was there to clean it up, but he’d never know that.
I swirled the toy in my mouth, teasing him, imagining it was his cock warming my mouth. A bit of spit and drool coated the toy.
“You watching, sugar?” I turned on the toy, allowing the gentle vibrations to hum in my hand.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Amelia.”
“Am I? I don’t know, I think it’s a fitting punishment. Let’s see when you probably put the cameras in here, we hadn’t kiss, we hadn’t fooled around, you hadn’t made me feel things I feel now. But now, now that you have tasted and know every inch of my body, you get to just watch and not participate. You crave me, just like I crave you.”
I guided the toy down my body, tracing a line between my thighs, hitting the ticklish parts of me, never hitting my clit.
“You’re right. I’m fucking devastated that I’m not there, toying with you. I’d bring out those nipple clamps that you have hidden in that drawer as well.”
My skin prickled as he recounted what was in the drawer, showing me that it was him, snooping around, hiding in the shadows. Those phantom kisses were from him. He was wiggling his way into my life before I knew it.
I set the toy on my clit lightly, circling the tip of it. It shouldn’t be that powerful, but it made me sensitive, gasping for air at the sensation. I threw my head back, closing my eyes, listening to the hum of the toy and the groans of Shooter. He was watching, he was listening.
“Shooter.” I moaned his name, wishing his hand was lightly grasping my neck, bearing a mark on me, sucking on my skin. I bit my lip from moaning at the thought… I slowly inserted the toy in my pussy, sending my body into a slight shock.
“Oh, peaches. Those noises are beautiful. Are you wishing I was there?” A wet noise came from him. His hand was on his thick cock, watching me.
I fucked myself, slowly taking every inch, wanting more. Wanting him.
