He would force pleasure from my quivering body while he pins me down in the dirt, and…
“You’re imagining it right now.” He reads me so easily. “Are you touching your g-spot?”
“Yes,” I pant, no longer able to deny that I want to be with him, even if the idea scares me.
“Hold your fingers there. Don’t stimulate yourself other than hurting those pretty pink nipples. The pain makes your pussy tighter, doesn’t it? How hard would you grip my cock if I bit them while I fuck you?”
My inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, and I don’t have to shift them for my body to shake with a hit of bliss.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Bones. Please…”
“There’s a kinky masked hunt at a manor near York tomorrow night. I’ll send a car to pick you up at eight. Say you’ll come with me.”
“I’m scared,” I whisper, even as I crave him.
“I would never harm you,” he swears.
“I know. It’s not that.”
“Talk to me. This isn’t the kind of fear I want from you.”
“I’m not ready to be with you like that.”
I can’t admit that I’m a virgin. I never reveal intimate information like that, not even with Bones.
“I won’t fuck you,” he promises. “I’ll chase you, I’ll pin you down, and I’ll force you to come for me while you weep and beg. But you won’t touch me. Does that make you feel safer?”
“But what about you?”
“Finally getting to touch you will give me more pleasure than you could imagine,” he says. “You’re close just thinking about it, aren’t you? Agree to meet me, and I’ll give you an orgasm.”
I bite my lip, apprehension warring with desire. How many nights have I imagined being with him? And now he’s offering to fulfil my forbidden desire.
“Trust me, Karolina.”
Something shifts inside me. The wall I’ve always kept between us to protect myself from a deeper attachment falls away. I finally allow myself to truly crave this connection, to cravehim.And not just over video calls.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, I’ll meet you.”
“Good girl. Now come for me.”
I press my thumb down on my clit and pump my forefinger deeper into my tight channel, rubbing my g-spot. I stare into the crimson skull and allow myself to imagine him as more than just an image on a screen. In my imagining, he’s here with me, hovering over me as he toys with my body in exactly the way we both like.
Ecstasy rips through me with the force of a tidal wave—one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced with him.
This is raw and real in a way I’ve never shared with him before. Even though he’s not touching me yet, he will.
I think about him spanking me before putting his gloved fingers inside my cunt and my ass.
Another orgasm shudders through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Don’t stop. Think of me while you come. Show me how much you want me.”
Tears slip from the corners of my eyes, and I choke on a soft sob. My clit begins to sting from overstimulation, but I don’t stop. I’ll give him whatever he asks of me, even meeting him in person.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he growls, and I know he’s touching himself too. “Fuck, I’m close, Karolina. You wish I could mark you, don’t you? You want my cum all over those perfect breasts.”
