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 him. Alone? Never.
“Libby…” he warned.
She leaned back, closed her eyes, and stroked her clit. She was so aroused that even that slight touch informed her she just might win this challenge. She held the hood back with one hand, gathered her wetness with the other, and rubbed her clit, flicking it and pinching it. She imagined her fingers were his the entire time.
God, it felt so good. She lost track of time, but flinched when he spoke. “One minute left, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how turned on you are.”
Her clit swelled further at his words, and she picked up the pace, biting into her lower lip and squeezing her eyes tighter. So close. So damn close. Her ears started ringing as she reached higher. Her legs stiffened. She gasped when she reached the peak and finally went over the edge.
Panting, she kept rubbing herself through the waves of pleasure, not opening her eyes until she was finally too sensitive to continue.
She blinked at Jason. He was smiling. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She picked up the phone with shaking hands and rolled onto her side, holding the cell so that he only saw her face now. With her free hand, she pulled the bullet out of her and turned it off. She dragged her knees up toward her chest, squeezing them together.
“You’re exquisite, little one.”
She smiled at him. “That was so hot.”
“Not as good as having you in my bed, but a close second.”
“Yes.” She was still breathing heavily.
“You land tomorrow afternoon?” he asked. “What time can I expect you at my house?”
She winced. “You can’t. Not tomorrow. I have to go to my parents’ house for dinner.”
His face tightened slightly. “Ah. I see.”
She bit her lip. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to have the kind of parents who would welcome her bringing a date. Any date. Even a white date. But she didn’t. And saying anything to him would just make her sound lame.
“Come over afterward?” he asked, his eyelids lifting.
“Yes.” She smiled, blowing out a breath, relieved he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of this. “I’d love to.”
“Great. Don’t wear panties.” His eyes danced.
She giggled. “Of course not, Sir.” He didn’t look angry, but she knew she was pushing him every
