Princess: I’m working.
Me: What are you wearing?
Princess: A scowl and heels.
Me: Hot.
Princess: Are you touching yourself?
I slipped my hand into my boxers, fisting my hard cock, trying to imagine it was her touching me.
Me: I am.
Princess: Are you wet?
Me: Dripping because I’m thinking about you. The things I want to do to you.
Princess: Don’t come. I want you to wait. Until you’re home.
I groaned, pressing the camera to connect us.
“Hey handsome,” she answered with a smile and my chest ached with how much I missed her. “I’m working from home—I couldn’t get anything done in the office.”
“It’s ages till we get home, Princess. You expect me to go that long without coming? I may die.”
She pulled the phone back so I could see more of her, slowly unbuttoning two buttons on her shirt, letting me glimpse the curve of her breast and the white lace bra she was wearing.
“That’s not helping,” I moaned, my shaft thickening in my hand.
“I’ve been thinking…”
“About?”
“You. How hard we’ll fuck when you get home, how deep you’ll go, the stretch when you push inside me that first time…”
“Oh, God.” I began working my length, unable to not touch myself.
“You liked it when I tied you up, right? Edged you. That turned you on? You wanted more of that?”
“Uh huh.”
“So, what if we played around with that? Apparently, orgasm denial is a thing.”
“Says who?” I laughed.
“Porn.”
This time I snorted. “Porn, Princess? I thought you were trying to stop me from coming. The thought of you watching porn is making me want to come even more.”
“I wanted to do some research about things you might like,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink.
“I like you. Anything you do, I’ll like.”
“I know, I just… I don’t know. I liked tying you up. I liked what we did in the lighthouse.”
“Fuck, I love how honest you are with me. I liked it too. Everyone gives me what I want the minute I ask for it. I like that you don’t.”
“So, don’t come until I tell you that you can.”
