“The sound of you pleasuring yourself makes me rock hard. If I was there, I’d use my dick to smear the juices all over your cunt. I’d slap it against your clit while you begged to come. Would you like that,Princesa?”
I don’t answer. I just squeeze my eyes tight. Not to shut out his dirty talk, but to savor it.
“Take the toy and turn it on a low setting. Then place it flat against your pussy.”
“Oh,” I gasp, arching off the bed. Even on low, the vibrations are powerful, sending zings of pleasure through me.
“That’s it. Move it up and down your slit. Slide the head over the swollen little nub.”
My hips buck as I drown in pleasure.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”So good.
“Turn it a little higher. Not all the way up yet. How does it feel now?”
“Good.” The word tumbles off my lips.
“Just good? I want it to feel amazing. Turn it up a little higher.”
“Oh God.”
“Is your belly tightening?”
“Yes.”
“Turn it higher. All the way up.”
I moan loudly as I writhe against the mattress. I’m so close.
“Let go, Daniela. Just feel. Surrender to the sensations. You’re safe. Let go. Let me hear you.”
My legs shake. And my jaw falls slack as I submit fully, not just to the orgasm—but to him.
“I want to feel you come,Princesa. I want to feel your pussy throbbing around my cock.”
“Ahhhhh,”I cry as the muscle in my stomach balls, almost painfully. The orgasm rips through me, shattering every wall I’ve erected, leaving me limp and gasping for air.
It’s quiet as I catch my breath. Only my heart thumping.
He’s gone.
I reach for the phone. I don’t even know when he hung up. Something inside my chest contracts, leaving an ache.
I’m alone. In some ways more alone than ever.
Bastard.
I hate you, Antonio, for making me feel things I don’t want to feel. I hate you.
I fling the vibrator across the room. It bounces off the chair and lands on the rug, barely making a ripple.
It’s almost Friday. When you’re gone, he won’t be able to play his games with you anymore.
I bury my face in the pillow and cry myself to sleep.
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