Carefully, I pull the full-length mirror off the back of the bathroom door and haul it to my bedroom. My room is small, so one side of my bed is pushed against the wall. I prop the mirror up there, then I grab a pillow and lie tummy-down on the mattress.
I move around and snap pictures in a few different positions, but my boobs either look nonexistent pressed against the pillow, or he would be able to see too much of them.
I feel out of my depths here. He probably won’t care, but I don’t have anyone else to tell, so I grab my phone and type out a text. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“You’re nervous,” he answers. “It’s new to you. That’s natural. Let’s ease those nerves and get you in the mood. Are you in your bedroom?”
“Yes,” I answer. “On my bed.”
“Okay. Lie down on your back. Spread your legs like I’m on the bed between them, kissing my way along your inner thighs.”
His words stun me. I suck a deep breath in and let my thighs fall apart like he told me to.
Another text comes through. “Now I’m touching you just to feel how soft your skin is. Close your eyes and lightly run your fingertips along your collar bone.”
I should not be doing this. Not with him.
But I do.
“Lower,” he directs. “Squeeze your tits. Graze your nipples. Rub them until they’re hard and you can feel the tension in your pussy.”
Oh my god.
I do as he says, my eyes closed and my breathing more and more shallow as my body responds.
My heart nearly stops when my phone starts ringing. Dare’s number flashes across the screen.
Should I answer it?
I want to, but I might die of embarrassment.
Deciding to risk it, I release my nipple and grab the phone.
“Hello,” I answer, my voice a little hoarse.
His voice is warm with approval that goes straight to my pussy. “Just wanted to make sure you were listening. What a good girl you are.”
I sigh, my eyes drifting closed.
“Are you still touching yourself?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer softly.
“Where?”
“My… my fingers are grazing my nipples like you told me.”
“Good. Are they hard?”
“Yes.”
“Grab one and squeeze.”
I suck in a breath as I do.
“Harder.”
The steel in his voice makes me gasp. My fingers obey before I even tell them to.
His tone gentles slightly. “I bet your tits feel amazing in your hands, don’t they, mermaid?”
“Mm, yeah,” I murmur breathlessly.
“Yeah. Now, imagine I’m lying there on the bed beside you. Watching you. Hard as fucking steel with how much I want you.”
Oh my god.
“I can’t wait to kiss and taste and bite every inch of those perfect tits.”
He sounds so hungry. His words rob me of my breath. I squeeze my soft flesh harder and feel the tension intensify between my thighs.
His voice is like gravel. The roughness alone turns me on, and then his words… my God. “You’re so fucking beautiful writhing on the bed, making yourself feel good. I want to touch every inch of you. I want to ravage you. Do you feel shy, baby?”
“No.” It comes out as more of a whine. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not because I can tell he likes it.
“No, of course you’re not. You have no reason to feel shy. You’re perfect. You’re all I want.”
My heart contracts as I rub my nipples, imagining him watching me. Wanting me.
“Now, stop touching yourself.”
Disappointment grabs hold of me, but I do as he says.
My heart pounds, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my body tense and aching for release.
“Fuck, I want to see you. Take a picture. Send it to me.”
I wait a moment for my breathing to return to normal.
Finally, I roll back on my tummy, pulling the pillow beneath me. My breasts are so sensitive from being touched and teased, I feel a thrill as my nipples graze the material and let out a faint moan.
“Fuck, Aubrey,” Dare says. His tone is rough, but still a little teasing. “You think it’s a good idea to tease me with those sexy little moans?”
“I’m not trying to tease you,” I say, my tone soft and a little sleepy. “My body’s sensitive. You turned me on.”
“Yeah?”
He knows he did, so I don’t bother confirming.
I have to open up the camera app on my phone, but my bedroom is quiet, so I know I’m not missing anything with the phone away from my ear. I bend my legs so my feet are in the air, then I snap a photo.
The picture is a little dark, but I’m happy with this one, so I open up our text thread and send it to him.
I put the phone against my ear and wait.
“Christ,” he murmurs.
I smile softly. “You like?”
“I love.”
“Good.”
My pussy still feels needy, so I’m relieved when he says, “Now, for your reward. Put your hand down the front of your panties.”