Page 12 of Deadly Desires

Melody, I will handle you right on this dick, leaving you panting and wanting more. Should I continue?

At this point, my cock is straining against my jean zipper. I’m agonizingly hard. I palm myself through my jeans, anything to relieve some of the tension that is building up.

Yes, please.

Melody gets up and brings the wine bottle to the kitchen. She makes her way toward the stairs and I have to switch the camera feed. I check the hall camera and just see her slip into her bedroom. What are you doing, little sparrow?

Once I have her bedroom camera pulled up, I see her sashay her way into her closet. She comes out in nothing but a lacy bra and panties. Matching. If my dick could get any harder, I’d be busting out of these jeans. Melody is damn breathtaking. She climbs into bed, leaving the blankets off so I have a full view of her splayed out like a meal. She holds me so transfixed I almost miss the message she sends, knocking me back to my senses.

Melody

Are you still there?

Me

Oh, I’m still here, little sparrow.

Do you want to know what I’d do with that sassy mouth of yours?

Melody

Maybe. Though be careful, I have teeth.

Me

Nothing like a little bit of pain, am I right?

Melody

Pain and pleasure go hand in hand, most would say.

Me

Mmmm, I plan on wringing every bit of pleasure from that delectable body of yours.

Send me a pic, remind me whose body I’m pleasuring. *wink face*

Melody stares at the phone for a minute before raising her phone above her head and snaps a few photos. After what feels like forever, she must finally settle on the one she likes best, because next thing I know my phone is alerting me to her new message.

I click open the image and groan at the sight before me. It’s one thing to view her on the camera, but to have an overview shot of her, like I’m the one over her body staring down at her, makes it feel that much more real. Her breasts are spilling over her lacy bra and she’s staring at the camera like she’s ready to be fucked within an inch of her life. She’s biting her lip, too. Oh, my little sparrow knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

Before I can type a reply, I notice Melody reach into her nightstand and pull out something round and pink. She starts to slowly rub her breasts, grabbing and teasing through her bra. Her head falls back against the pillow and she runs her hands down her stomach.

Melody is fucking getting off to me right now. Knowing I hold all the cards, I type out a reply to get her attention.

Me

You don’t come unless I tell you.

Is that understood little sparrow?

Melody

Yes sir.

Me

What are you wearing with that pink bra?

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