His Lordship: Is that why your pussy is so slick for me. Hate?
“Yes,” I hiss, assuming he can’t actually hear me, but what the fuck ever.
Releasing my phone, I drag the shirt over my head and throw it at the window, laughing as it collides with the glass and falls to the floor.
His Lordship: I love your fire. Makes me so fucking hard.
“Show me,” I moan, squeezing my breast and pinching my peaked nipple until a moan rumbles in the back of my throat.
My phone buzzes.
“Holy fu—” I sit bolt upright. “How’d you do that?” I ask, staring at the window.
His Lordship: Trust me, Hellcat.
Emmie: Never.
His Lordship: Lie back, prop your phone up so you can see it. You’re going to need both of your hands.
“Oh God,” I moan, doing exactly as I’m told, because, despite my better judgement, I’m fucking powerless but to follow his demands.
His Lordship: Just the devil, babe. Don’t be mistaken by my looks.
“Conceited dick,” I half snap, half moan as I take the lead and cup both of my heavy breasts in my palms.
His Lordship: Pinch your nipples. Hard. Imagine it’s my teeth.
“Theo,” I cry, my back arching off the bed as I follow orders.
His Lordship: So. Fucking. Beautiful.
His Lordship: I’m aching for you, babe. Fucking aching.
“Touch yourself. I want to imagine your hand wrapped around your cock,” I moan.
His Lordship: Can’t do that, babe. Remember what I said earlier. Only you.
“You’re not actually serious?”
His Lordship: Deadly.
His Lordship: I need you.
His Lordship: I want you.
His Lordship: I’m fucking dying for you.
His Lordship: Touch yourself, Hellcat. Show me how you play that pretty pussy.
I’m a moaning, writhing, desperate ball of lust as my hand slides down my belly.
“Yes,” I hiss when my fingers connect with my swollen clit.
His Lordship: You fucking undo me Emmie Cirillo.
“Theo,” I cry, letting my other hand join the party and pushing two fingers deep into my pussy.
I don’t care whether he’s doing it or not, the second my eyes slam shut, I picture him with his hand wrapped around his cock, his muscles pulled tight as he works himself almost violently in his need to be here with me.