“Gently, greedy girl,” he admonishes. “I’m not nearly done toying with you.”
I swallow hard, forcing down the rush of pleasure before it can overtake me. I circle my clit, teasing around it just enough to keep the bliss singing through my veins without allowing myself release.
“You want me to make you come. You’ve fantasized about it for years. What if I made your fantasies a reality?”
My touch falters. “What?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” he warns.
I resume the slow circling, but my full, rapt focus is on the dark sockets of his shadowed eyes.
“You told me you’re about to start your studies at University of York. I’m in England for work,” he says. “I want to see you.”
I tense. I’ve never considered actually being with Bones in real life. He’s safe because he’s not physically present.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks. “You’ve trusted me enough to give me your submission for years now. Meet me. I promise I’ll make it better than you’ve ever imagined.”
My head shakes slightly even as my core flutters at the prospect.
“I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. You know what you want:me. I’ll chase you through the woods and pin you down in the dirt, just like you’ve always desired. You’ll scream my name beneath the stars, and you’ll experience more pleasure at my hands than you could ever give yourself. I guarantee it.”
“You’re very cocky,” I say, slightly tremulously.
Surely, he can’t be serious. This is just part of his sensual game.
“I didn’t say you could stop touching yourself.” It’s a soft threat. “If you continue with your disrespect, you’ll get a punishment before your reward. But I think you’ll like being spanked until you cry. Your cunt will be drenched for me by the time I relent and give you your first orgasm.”
My lashes flutter as a wave of vicious pleasure washes over me in response to his crass threats. My mind reels, even as I obey and touch my clit and nipples.
“Sayyes,” he commands. “Say you’ll meet me.”
I tense again, but I don’t stop rubbing myself. I can’t; the pleasure is too tempting to deny.
“The mask will stay on.” He says it like a reassurance. “I’ll still be Bones, and you’re my Karolina. We’ve only connected virtually, but what we share is real. It’s the realest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m selfish enough to want more.”
“Bones…” I whisper weakly. “We can’t.”
“We can do whatever the fuck we want. Touch your clit more firmly. Take yourself to the edge.”
I gasp at the hit of ecstasy when I comply.
“You see?” he drawls. “You know you’re mine. You belong to me. And even though you like to tease me, you want to obey. Should I make this an order? Meet me for real, kitten. And find out exactly how good it can be between us.”
I twist my nipple and whimper, rolling my hips in wanton abandon.
“I’m so close…”
“Hands off your clit,” he snaps. “You don’t get to come until you agree.”
My lips pop open on a sharp gasp. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Now, slide those fingers inside your pussy and find your g-spot.”
I imagine that it’s his confident hand touching me.
What would it be like to have his gloved fingers inside me? They’re thicker than my own. Masculine. Demanding.
