the nightie.
Have the vibrator next to you in your bed.
Plug earbuds into your phone and answer my call at ten pm sharp or be prepared for a spanking.
My smile doesn’t tease my lips, it lights up my entire face as I inspect each item. The silk of the lingerie, the softness of the towel.
I don’t send him a thank you text because I’m sure he knows I got it and my thank you will be later tonight when his cum shoots out him like a rocket.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
At ten o’clock sharp my phone rings.
“Tell me you followed the directions?” He’s lowered his voice to a deep timbre and my limbs dissolve into my mattress.
“I have.”
“Good girl,” he says softly. “First of all, you can’t touch yourself until I tell you that you can.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“So compliant tonight.”
“Well—”
“Run your hand down your chest, through the valley between your tits and slide the nightie up, exposing yourself.”
My fingers graze the silk fabric and I pull up the edge of my nightie. The coolness of the ceiling fan makes my center come alive.
“Slide your finger along your pussy and tell me how wet you are.”
I do just that finding myself already soaked. Not that I’m surprised.
“I’m wet.”
“How wet? Wet enough I could slide right in?”
“Yes.” I let out a breath imagining how he’d be touching me if he was here right now.
“Good start, but I like you dripping.”
Me too, I want to scream. Bring it on.
“Put your finger in your mouth and tell me how you taste, but run that finger up the front of yourself, letting the nightie slide up another inch.”
I do as directed, my finger hovering over my erect nipples that beg for attention.
“Do not touch your tits,” he orders in his domineering voice.
How does he know?
“Just once?” I practically beg.
“Chelsea.” My name wraps around me like the softest of silk.
“Fine,” I groan.
“Lick your finger, slowly teasing yourself with only the tip at first.”
I twirl my tongue around the top of my finger, and it gets me thinking, I have no idea if he’s undressed. This whole taking a back seat thing is hard.
“I’m swirling my finger like I do the tip of your cock.”
His groan leaks out over the line.
“Why I’m busy tasting how sweet I am, why don’t you fist your hard, thick cock for me.”
A low chuckle falls out of him. “You just can’t let me take control, can you?”
“We do this together.”
Another chuckle, but he doesn’t fight it and the rustling of sheets says he’s doing as I asked.
“My hand is on my dick.”
I let my finger pop out of my mouth. “You slipped out.” Making another exaggerated slurping noise, I get more aroused from tasting myself.
“Leave your finger in and then cup your tit with your other hand, pinching your nipple.”
“Thank God.” I lower my free hand and put pressure on my breast like Dean does, using my forefinger and thumb to pinch my nipple.
“Harder,” he demands, and my fingers tighten. “How does that feel?”
“Not nearly as good as when you do it.”
He laughs, and I hear a bottle open on the other end.
“Lubing yourself?”
“Well, you’re not here to coat my dick.”
I close my eyes, imagining the liquid flowing over his tip and his strong hand wrapping around his big cock as he spreads it all around.
“Are you imagining that it’s me who’s made you so wet, Dean?”
“Is that finger out of your mouth?” he asks since I’m speaking freely.
I quickly put it back in and keep up with the exaggerated noises.
“Remember only I can tell you to touch yourself.”
I playfully roll my eyes. He can’t see me.
“Don’t roll those beautiful blue eyes.”
I let a low chuckle loose. “I didn’t.”
“You did and we’re getting off track.”
“Sorry master.”
“My dick just twitched.”
A low heat runs through my body, my blood set to simmer.
“Cup your pussy, diving your finger between your folds, into your wetness and tell me how good it feels.”
I do as he says, leaving one hand on my tit, the slippery silk becomes damp as the ceiling fan does nothing to cool me down anymore.
“I’m dripping.” My voice is low and sultry and matches exactly how my body is feeling.
“Grab the vibrator and turn it to the lowest setting.”
Reluctantly, I take my hand off my tit and grab the pink vibrator and it buzzes in my hand.
“Lightly place it on your clit.”
It tingles, and I clench, loving the arousal coursing through my blood.
“Close your eyes baby and finger yourself. Imagine those are my fingers.”
My back arches
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