“Tell me when your clothes are off and you’re lying on your back, in bed.”
It’s okay. He can’t see you naked. He can’t see anything.
I pull the nightgown over my head and fold it neatly, wasting time. When the last wrinkle has been smoothed away, I get into bed. My limbs are tight and heavy as I slide them over the mattress.
“I’m in bed,” I say softly.
“Put the phone on speaker, and place it on the pillow beside you.”
“What if someone hears?”
“No one will hear unless you have the volume turned up all the way. Just relax,” he murmurs in that smooth timbre. “Focus on the sheets under you. How do they feel against your skin?”
“Soft. Cool.”
“Mmmm.Soft.But not as soft as you. I wish I was there right now,Princesa, running my tongue over your soft, luscious flesh.”
My breathing is shallow and quick. Everything about this feels so dirty. But I don’t hate it as much as I thought I would—or should.I don’t hate it at all.
“Rest both palms on your breasts,” he murmurs. “Rub circles, wide, then tighter and tighter until your nipples are hard and peaked. Use a gentle touch at first, barely skimming the silky skin. Then firmer.” His tone is even. His voice whisper-soft, and cajoling. “Are your nipples firm little peaks?”
“Yes.”
“Squeeze them. Hard. Then let go quickly.”
His voice is hypnotic, and I’ve surrendered to the spell, doing as he asks.“Ahhh.”
“You’re such a goodprincesa. So beautiful. When you stroke your breasts, do you feel the throb in your pussy?”
“Yes,” I whisper into the dark room.
“Let your hands roam over your ribs, and across your belly. Go slow. Enjoy the velvety skin under your fingers, and the flutter and pulses enveloping your core. Don’t rush. Take your time, pretty girl.”
His breathing is choppy.He’s aroused too.I imagine him stroking his thickening cock, like he did the night he punished me. I wet my lips as my back arches off the bed.
Everything is happening in slow motion around me, but a frenzy of sensations are building inside.
“Spread your legs for me,Princesa. Let your knees fall to the side. Do you feel the cool air on your pussy?”
“Yes.” I do feel it—the cool air licking my bare pussy, making it quiver.
“Are you wet? Check for me.”
I slide two fingers over the sensitive flesh. “Mm-hmm. Very wet.”
“I like you wet,” he murmurs.“Bring your fingers to your mouth, and suck on them like you would my cock. Make them nice and clean. Enjoy every drop of your sweetness.” His cadence has slowed even further. He’s demanding, but patient. “Tell me how you taste.”
I stop thinking about every command. Stop the negative internal chatter. The judging. I just listen and obey like a well-trained pet. It’s easier.And it’s what I want.
“A little salty,” I croak from somewhere deep inside my chest.
“That’s how I remember you. A little salty to balance all the sweet. You’re delicious,Princesa. I need to taste you again. It’s all I think about.”
I swallow hard, starting to feel overwhelmed by all the sensations.
“Spread your juices all over your pussy—make it nice and slick for me.”
I’m so aroused, the lightest touch of my fingertips causes a sultry moan to escape into the quiet room.