I flipped the script and took the reins.
“Don't get naked, this isn't a group opportunity, Duncan.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
His tone was one of utter willingness.
I filed through my bags to find the vibrator he found so interesting. It was a splurge, but did the job of three men. In girl math, it would be sillynotto buy it.
“You may sit on the bed, but you may not touch me.”
Duncan nodded.
I kicked my sweats off and lay there, wearing my blouse and my panties only.
“You want to see my tits?”
Duncan nodded emphatically, edging closer.
“Earn it and I will let you see them.”
“How?”
“Continue to be a good boy.”
“Please,” he pleaded.
“No,” I responded.
The familiar hum of the motors kicked off as I disengaged the travel lock. I kicked off my panties, laying bare my bottom half. I had never met a man who wanted so badly to justwatch. I knew this was a kink, but given his alpha-male exterior, I didn’t see him willing to be so passive. Regardless, here I was—little old me—running a vibe over my clit as he watched, totally enrapt.
I put the suction side on, moaning as I did. To my surprise, while this was awkward on paper, in real-time it was hot. Unlike phone sex, I got the instant gratification of his reaction. I could hear the way his breathing picked up. The more aroused I got, the more into it he was.
He was the proud future king, watching as I soughtmypleasure. Here wasmyboss enjoying every little moan I let out. I let myself get loud as my breathing quickened. Writhing a bit. He practically drooled, moving as close as he could, but never testing a boundary.
“You’re being a very good boy, Duncan,” I panted.
He said nothing, still consumed by the sight of me working away. My pussy wet and my clit engorged, I was so close.
“You wanna see me cum without touching a thing?” I asked.
“God, yes. How could you do that?” Duncan gasped.
I grinned. “Just watch.”
The motors continued to work their magic as the toy, cradled between my thighs and suctioned to my clit, pulsed. My hips gyrated. Duncan moved closer to the point he was only inches away, as if observing the rarest of creatures.
I gripped the headboard and panted. “You want to see me make a mess?”
“Yes please.”
I moaned, throwing my head back. But then, I realized, I wanted to look him dead in the eye as I came. His eyes met mine as he lay sideways, staring obsessively. The outline of his hard, miserable cock was visible through his jeans. I had a choice. I was allowed to touchhim. And it might make him completely lose it. He never told me I couldn't. I was so curious about it. So, I reached out and touched him, hips still moving to pick up the pulse of the vibe between my legs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Duncan said, voice almost ragged.
“You like that?”
He nodded as I traced the outline of his dick over his pants. I wanted to see what it looked like and really appreciate it, but I was about to cum. It would have to wait.
