His Lordship: No. You follow orders from me. There’s a difference.
“Is there though?” I mutter, rolling my eyes to myself.
His Lordship: Did you just roll your eyes at me?
My mouth pops open in shock.
Emmie: Multiple times a day. Get over it.
His Lordship: Fucking love flirting with you.
Emmie: This isn’t flirting, you twisted fuck.
His Lordship: Babe, I thought you knew me better than that…
I push myself back so I’m sitting against my headboard and shamelessly let my thighs fall open, testing to see if he’s really watching me right now.
Dots start bouncing on my screen and my heart rate increases to a dangerous speed.
He is.
My eyes lift to the window, desperately searching the darkness for any sign of him. But with my lights on, all I get is my own reflection.
His Lordship: Did I ever tell you how fucking perfect your pussy is?
“Oh fuck,” I breathe, my legs falling wider.
His Lordship: I dream about tasting it again.
His Lordship: About hearing you call my name when I curl my fingers deep inside you.
My breathing becomes ragged as I read his dirty words. Heat blooms between my legs, my cunt aching for me to touch it, to relieve the pressure building down there.
His Lordship: Do it, Emmie. Show me how bad you need it too.
I fight it, my fingers curling into a tight fist, my nails cutting into the soft skin of my palm.
His Lordship: I want to see your fingers glistening with arousal. I want to see how much you miss me.
My head spins as my eyes remain glued to the screen. The defiant part of me wants to refuse, wants me to pretend that I’m not totally into this right now. But even if he’s not watching my every move, I’m not confident that I could pull off lying to him.
His Lordship: Take it off.
Startled by his command, I find the brain cells to reply.
Emmie: Take what off?
His Lordship: The man’s shirt you’re wearing that doesn’t belong to me. Take. It. Off. Now.
Well, if there was any doubt that he was watching, I guess that well and truly obliterates it.
Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of the shirt, I tug it from beneath me and lift it up my stomach but stop before I expose my breasts.
Emmie: Why are you the only one who gets to see anything?
His Lordship: Because I won. Now take it off. Show me how hard your nipples are for me.
Emmie: I hate you.