all of you.”
She swallowed. Can I do this? Perform for him through the phone? She’d never even taken a nude picture of herself, let alone stripped for a man while he watched through the phone. He could ruin her with this if he wanted to.
“Libby… You’re hesitating.”
“It’s so taboo, Sir.”
His breath hitched when she called him Sir. She knew he liked it when she spoke to him with such reverence. He’d never instructed her to call him Sir. She’d simply done it on her own any time he was dominating her. He was certainly dominating her now.
“I promise I’m not recording you, baby girl. I would never violate your trust that way. This is for no one but me. No one else will ever see it. When we hang up, it won’t even exist.”
She bit her lip as she held his gaze through the phone. “Yes, Sir.” She was still hesitant as she rearranged the pillows behind her and then brought one down between her legs. By the time she had the phone propped up against the pillow, she’d calmed her racing heart somewhat.
The view on the screen was smokin’ hot. She parted her legs farther, giving him a full shot of the black lace triangle that covered her pussy.
“That’s a girl. So pretty. Set your hands on your thighs, little one. Stroke the skin alongside your panties.”
She did as he told her, watching herself on the screen. It was like watching an erotic film or porn. Except it was far more authentic because she was truly enjoying herself.
“Are your panties wet, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Soaked.” She drew a finger over the top, moaning as she flicked over her clit.
“Naughty girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Pull that lace to one side so I can see your pussy.”
She was shaking as she obeyed this command, and she gasped as her swollen, wet lips came into view. This was so erotic. She’d never watched herself masturbate.
“Stroke a finger through your folds now. Slowly.”
She held the lace with one hand and touched herself with the other. Her breath hitched at the contact, as if she weren’t the one touching herself.
“Do you have a vibrator with you, baby girl?” His voice was gravelly now. He was as aroused as her. She could only see his face, but she imagined his hand was wrapped around his cock.
Her face heated again as she admitted what a horny girl she’d been. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
“What’s that, little one? I couldn’t hear you.”
She drew in a breath. “I brought a bullet with me, Sir.”
“You are so naughty, aren’t you?” He was smiling.
“Yes. Since I met you.”
“You didn’t travel with a vibrator before you met me?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Go get it. And remove your bra and panties. Come right back. You have thirty seconds.”
She hesitated, swallowing. Finally, she lifted one leg over the pillow prop and slid from the bed. With shaky fingers, she found the little pink bullet in her overnight bag, shrugged out of her panties, and unfastened her bra. It fell to the floor as she climbed back onto the bed and returned to the same position. She held the bullet up for him to see, blocking his view of her pussy.
“Good girl. Now let me see you. Spread open for me. Angle the camera so I can see your sweet tits, too.”
She adjusted the screen and leaned back, her chest heaving. This was so damn erotic.
“So sexy. Pull your pussy lips open for me.”
She tucked the bullet in her palm and obeyed him, falling under his spell so easily. She knew he would make it worthwhile.
“Turn the vibrator onto the highest setting and push it up inside you, baby girl.”
She was panting as she turned it on, and she gritted her teeth as she slid it into her. She moaned. Nothing was touching her clit, but God, she was so close.
“How does that feel, baby girl?”
“So good, Sir.”
“I bet you need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” So badly.
“I want you to play with your clit. I want to watch you come. But there’s a catch.”
She sucked in a breath. “What’s the catch, Sir?” How could this get any more erotic?
“You have three minutes. If you can’t come in that time, you have to stop and you don’t get to come tonight.”
Her eyes widened. “Sir…”
“The timer is starting right now. You better get to work.”
She hesitated. She’d never come that fast before. Or maybe she had when she’d been with