“Show me, Bunny.” I can still only see the toy, her hand, and indistinct fabric.
“This is crazy,” she mutters, but there’s a rustle as she shifts the camera and her clothes.
I get a view of her knickers. Her skirt is raised. They’re innocent, white cotton panties that suit her perfectly. Her little hand is just as delicate. And the tops of her thighs are primly held together.
A smile curls my mouth.
“That’s it.” I’m desperate to see more, but I can be patient. “Now get the toy.”
“I don’t know how to use?—”
“I do. Trust me, and you’ll do as I tell you, Bunny.”
She exhales, and it sounds like relief. “Okay.”
She reaches over and the small red silicone toy comes into view. She turns it over in her hands.
“It’s smooth, right?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Run it over your skin, Bunny. Don’t turn it on yet.”
“Why not?” she asks.
“Because the anticipation is half of the enjoyment. I want you to tease me, and yourself.”
“I thought…” She trails off as she glides the toy over her bikini line.
My mouth waters. “That’s good, Bunny. So pretty. Over those innocent little white knickers is good. For now.”
She edges the toy closer to her cotton-covered sex.
“That’s it. How does it feel?”
She presses the toy over her slit. “Naughty.”
I grin. “You are, aren’t you? See how hard you make me.” I rub my hand over my erection again. “Just the thought of your cunt heating for me and how you’re going to scream my name as you come has my cock leaking.”
She gasps.
I chuckle. “Is that too filthy for you, innocent little bunny?”
“I don’t have much experience with this sort of thing,” she admits in an undertone.
“Video sex with a stranger?” I roll my hips in a blatantly horny gesture.
She lets out a small squeak, and another thought slams into my mind. One far hotter than this just being the first time she’s played on camera.
“Or at all?” I suggest softly. “Have you ever seen a man’s cock?”
There’s silence as she contemplates my question. “It’s a solitary profession, you know.”
“Being an assassin?” I can’t keep the smile from my voice. “It’s true. It’s lonely being a mafia boss, too.”
She gives a soft noise of agreement, and for a second I think it’s because of the confession of my job, but then I realise.
“Do you get lonely, too?” I ask.
