“Mmm!”
“So pretty,” I praise her, drawing the words out. “I bet you’re gorgeous as you come.”
Pleasure tightens at the base of my spine. My balls pull up. I’ve hardly touched myself, but I’m on a hair trigger, anyway.
“Open your legs wider for me. I want to see more of your sweet little cunt,” I demand.
She lets out a soft whimper as she obeys, and while she’s nowhere near as exposed as I am, since she’s still half covered by her knickers, the view of more of the edge of her pussy sends a surge of arousal through me.
My eyes fix on my phone as I stroke myself. I’m entirely focused on her, but longing for more.
“I’d love to see your face, Bunny.” My voice is hoarse. “How you look when you’re overcome by desire.”
I want to be skin to skin, deep inside her, my mouth on hers, and feel her orgasm. Taste it.
But it’s too soon to reveal that to this flighty, timid creature.
She shudders, and I know she’s close.
“Scream my name as you come for me.” My hand has sped up, my fingers tight over the straining head of my cock.
“Blake!”
That tips me over. Pleasure punches into me. I come in hot pulses over my exposed belly and spatter up onto my shirt.
I’m wrecked.
And we haven’t even touched.
10
NINA
Blake
Good morning, executioner.
BunnytheKiller
Ooo fancy. Very formal.
Blake
What are you doing today?
Right now, I’m in bed, with my phone in one hand, and the fingers of the other in my knickers as I remember Blake making me come last night.
I can pretend it was the toy, but the memory of his voice, telling me I was his good girl, is the thing that makes me flame with need.
Later I’ll be at my desk, trying not to think about Blake all day, and wondering if he’ll send me something else.
I’m going to save the money Blake gave me, in case Aaron’s mistake is discovered, and we have to leave London in a hurry. But I can dream a bit about what I would spend it on, if I could. It would buy around fifty-thousand new books. But if I used it to replace my salary, I think it would allow me to do the universitycourse I’ve been longing to do. Maybe publish the stories that swirl in my head as I fall asleep.
Aaron wouldn’t like it, though. Would say it’s an insecure profession.
So I’ll go to the office, and keep my delicious secrets.
BunnytheKiller
