“Show me.”
I arch my back, tempted to ease my touch lower and alleviate the throbbing pulse in my clit.
Instead, I pick up my phone and prop it up between my spread knees. I lean back on my pillows so that he can see my face and my most intimate areas from this new angle.
“Beautiful,” he approves. “Did you wear those just for me?”
“Of course,” I purr. “Anything for you.”
“Anything?” he drawls. “You might regret saying that, kitten. I intend to make you suffer.”
I lick my lips, torn between desire to please him and trepidation at the slow torment that’s to come.
“Are you scared, Karolina?”
“A little,” I admit on a whisper.
“Does that make you wet for me?”
“You know it does.”
“Is that how you answer me?”
“I’m wet for you. I’m aching. Please, I need you.”
“Let me see. Tease those pussy lips and show me how you’re glistening for me.”
The first brush of my fingertips against the silken wetness that coats my inner thighs makes my legs quiver. I dip them beneath my panties and swirl them through my desire, touching my aching labia without stimulating my needy clit.
I grit my teeth against the impulse to alleviate the insistent ache. Instead, I sink into his control—because I have none of my own. Without his firm commands, I wouldn’t be able to help myself, but the prolonged denial only heightens my pleasure.
“That’s enough,” he says roughly.
I shiver and withdraw, lifting my fingers closer to the phone so he can see how much I want him.
“Lick them clean, dirty girl. And I didn’t give you permission to stop playing with your nipples. Don’t make me tell you again.”
My belly flips in response to the subtle threat, and I pinch my tight buds harder, showing him how sorry I am for forgetting to obey. I suck my arousal from my other hand, moaning at the taste of my desire for him.
“You want my mouth on you.” He sees me so clearly, understanding all of my darkest fantasies before I give voice to my secret longings. “Tell me how much you want me to taste your cunt.”
I squirm in my sheets, barely able to imagine how decadent his tongue would feel on me—a sensation I’ve never experienced.
“I want you to taste me,” I confess. “I want your tongue on my clit and your fingers inside me. I want to hear you groan my name while I come all over your face, and then I want you to keep going until I scream for you.”
“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me, Karolina.”
My delighted, giddy giggle shakes slightly on an erotic exhalation.
“Or maybe you do,” he growls. “If I were there, I’d make you come so many times that you forget your own name. I’ll slide afinger into your tight little asshole while I suck on your clit so you know every part of you belongs to me. Tell me.”
“Yes,” I pant, tugging on my nipples and flicking my tongue over my sensitized fingertips. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl. You can touch your clit now. But don’t you dare come. You’ll tell me when you’re close.”
I nod eagerly, continuing to torment my breasts while I reach for the most sensitive spot between my legs.
“Bones…” I groan his name at the first pulse of pleasure when I make contact.
