Page 5 of Lucky Shot

Must call me Sir

Lose the shoes

Must always be facing me with a smile, moan, or groan

Must listen to my instructions (within the confines of her hard limits) and obey instantly

I’ve spent years wondering what Phoebe looked like underneath her clothes, and so many nights dreaming about what she would sound like, when I slipped my hard cock inside of her tight, virgin pussy. The faces that she would make, how she would moan, and what shade her delicate, soft, pale skin would turn, with the bite of my harsh and demanding fingers. Would she enjoy a little pain and degradation with her pleasure? Would she be a screamer? All of these thoughts circled viciously through my mind, awaiting the day that she would finally be mine, and that I would find out for myself. Instead of that glorious moment happening, I just had to watch her, along with another twenty-plus assholes, fuck herself, and confirm that she was no longer the pure virgin I was promised. When I find out who took her virginity, and I will find out, it’s only a matter of time, that person is going to receive a bullet in between their eyes, for taking something I’ve patiently longed for away from me.

The sound of her dirty words from her livestream echo in my head, a hedonistic siren song, ready to bring me to my knees.“I taste so good, sweets. You have no idea what you’re missing.”I now know exactly what I’m missing, the most exquisite, sexy, and sensual creature on the fucking planet. The one that thought to leave me standing like a useless cunt at the altar, in a church filled to the brim with both of our wealthy and violent families, while she took off across the country and hid from me. Displeasure and anger are too mild of words to describe what I’m currently feeling, after listening to her pleasure herself. No, rage is the only emotion I’m experiencing, and it’s eating me from the inside out. Soon enough, it will tear through the little control I have over myself, and I fear for the safety of everyone around me when I finally erupt. Her only saving grace is that she was doing it to herself, and there wasn’t another man involved. If there had been, she would have instantly forfeited her life. As it is, I am going to struggle to forgive her for her deception, and misdeeds against me. Perhaps once I have her back in my possession, I will make her grovel and beg until my fury is soothed.Yeah, fat chance of that happening anytime soon. She’ll be lucky to still be breathing when I’m done with her punishment.

The chat lights up as the room she’s in comes into focus, and I wonder once again if this is where she’s living. Her pale flesh looks radiant, with the pink-tinged afterglow from her recent orgasm, and it makes me instantly want to see it covered in my harsh fingerprints. I can hear the faint hum of music in the background, and see the amber glow of various candles flickering in the periphery of the room. The silk sheets have been changed from the dark beige color that was on the live, to a rich, deep cerulean blue that makes her fake eye color pop. It annoys me that I can’t see her moss-green eyes, and milk chocolate hair, but I understand the need to hide who she is. After all, she’s being hunted by everyone who loves her.

She’s taken the time to make the setting look more intimate, with a few accent pillows against the black, ornate wrought iron headboard. For some reason, I can’t fathom, it has me relaxing a bit more into my large, leather office chair, as I use my thumb to rub across my sensitive, wet slit and tighten my grip around my cock. My eyes go to the handle of my office door, confirming I’ve indeed locked it. It would be unsightly if one of my soldiers were to walk in here, and catch me jerking myself off to the images of Phoebe on my screen. Never mind that there is no way that I can explain how I found her. If I have my way, none of my family, or business associates, will ever find out what she’s been doing for money, while on the run from me and her brother.

I narrow my glance to what is on the bedside table, and I spy a few of her naughty toys, the most prominent being a large, flesh-colored dildo with a bulbous head. There’s a bottle of clear lube that I can’t quite read the name of, the same black vibrator she used in the previous session, something that looks like a red rose, and a rainbow-colored butt plug. It seems Phoebe really does like her toys. I make a mental note of all of them, so I can have new ones bought and ready for her, when we capture her and bring her back to Chicago. There’s no sense of depriving her of something both of us will enjoy. I should add a few collars, shackles, a paddle, and a fucking leash to that list too. Those will be more for my pleasure than hers, and she won’t get a say on whether I use them on her. Phoebe Murphy has forgotten who owns her, and I mean to remind her, and to paint her skin with my authority.

She slides across the surface of the bed, completely naked, with the fluidity of a dancer, and sits on her bent legs, as if she’s a sinner ready to pray at my altar, and beseech me for my forgiveness. I can’t wait to hear my name on her lips as a fervent prayer, and watch her tears sliding down her face in remorse. Her lithe body makes my mouth water, as her rose-colored, hard nipples come into focus, and the round, full globes of her breasts jiggle. Fuck, she’s stunning from the top of her head, down the narrow valley between her breasts, to the nip at her small waist, and over those lush thighs spattered with freckles that my head wants to be crushed between, and down her shapely toned thighs and legs. I wonder if she’s still running every morning to stay in shape like she was here? I used to enjoy spying on her, watching as her chest heaved, and that round perfect ass bounced in tight leggings, as she got her workout in daily. By the looks of her toned shape, I would say yes. That’s helpful to know for when I find where she’s hiding. She deludes herself in that pretty head of hers that she can outrun and outsmart me, but she’s fucking wrong.I will reclaim my prize. It’s just a matter of time now.

“Hey, sweets, I got your... requests, and I’m ready whenever you are. Did you want to share your screen with mine, or just have it one-sided?” She looks suddenly young, shy, and self-conscious, as if this part of the game is unnerving her, and it eases some of the tightness in my chest. Maybe she doesn’t do this one-on-one stuff often. Fuck, I hope that I’m her first, but some part of me refuses to lie to myself, since she’s been gone for two years, and in that time, a lot has obviously changed for her. “You can also just unmute yourself if you prefer.” Fuck, I didn’t think this part through. How am I going to disguise myself from her? I desperately want to be the one issuing commands for her to obey, but I also don’t want her to realize that I found her online, or she’ll run and hide, and I’ll lose her again. I race up from my chair, my hard cock bobbing as I turn off every light in the room, and draw my blinds shut. I grab a couple of the hand towels from the adjoining bathroom, and tie one around the bottom of my face to muffle my voice, and sit myself back in my chair.

I test saying her name out loud with the towel around my mouth, and I’m satisfied when it sounds nothing like me. The screen is still too fucking bright. How am I going to hide myself further? With an annoyed glance around my space, I grab the laptop and move to the small two-person sofa I have, and place it on the coffee table at an angle, so it only catches a small portion of my side profile, and the shadows in the darkened room help to camouflage me. I unmute myself, and prepare to play with my prey. “Sir, not sweets. My requests were clear,” I sharply reprimand.

I watch as her throat muscles work, as she struggles to swallow, and her fingers tighten on the sheet. An intriguing blush rises on her neck, and across the lower half of her face, exposed by her pretty mask. “Sir, are we... ready to begin?” Her voice is a little more high-pitched than it was before, and that pulls a smile across my covered lips. I want to throw her off her game, and glimpse the real Phoebe below the facade ofLadypoison. “Start at your neck, and begin by running your hand slowlydown your body, caressing yourself as you go. Don’t fake moan for my benefit. I want to know if it honestly feels good.”

She nods her head, and one of her hands moves toward her throat, her scarlet-tipped nails pressing gently against her neck, in contrast to her pale flesh. She strokes the front column of her swan-like neck, slowly moving the tips of her fingers downwards until they meet the top of her sternum, and move slowly over the skin of her clavicle, and further downwards toward her heaving lush breasts. My eyes watch every movement with rapt attention. So far, she’s silent, but I can clearly see this is affecting her. She’s working herself up, her breathing has quickened, causing her breasts to rise and fall more rapidly, and her nipples are pebbled, and waiting for my mouth. Her hand reaches her breast, her fingers circling her taut nipple over and over until a little gasp escapes her lips.Fuck, that sound is glorious.I unmute the camera and sit further back on the sofa, my legs spread wide, and my throbbing cock back in my hand, as I stroke myself to the same speed as she fondles her nipple. “Does that feel good,little slut?“ Her breath hitches at my words, but not with outrage. I watch with interest as her thighs tighten, and she bites down on her pouty bottom lip. “Yes, Sir.”

“Use both your hands to squeeze your breasts, and pinch the nipples hard between your fingers.” I watch as she instantly complies with my request.Good girl, there’s hope for your obedience yet.Her hands lift the heavy weight of her breasts in their palms, squeezing the soft globes before cradling them, and she uses her fingers to pinch her nipples hard. “Mmmm, feels so good,” she sighs, her head tipping backward on her neck, as she twists her nipples and her thighs widen further. “Are you making yourself wet?” I grip the base of my cock rigidly to stop the shivers that are racing down my spine. This shouldn’t be as sexy and intriguing as it is. This woman before me has betrayed me, yet I can’t stop the crescendo of heat rolling through my limbs. “Yes,” another small whimper leaves her, as she pulls on her nipple, only to pinch the tip. I was fucking right; my girl likes a little pain with her pleasure. I can’t wait until I’m the one delivering it to her.

A part of me feels guilty that this is the way I am getting to see her. My actions led to all of this, but even knowing that doesn’t lessen the anger, and hurt, she’s caused by leaving me. My mind and heart are divided, one wanting to wrap her in my arms and beseech for her forgiveness, and ask her to love me like I do her. The other wants to punish her, until she begs me for my clemency for leaving me, regardless of what I did to cause her to run. It’s causing a rollercoaster of emotions to circle within me, playing up and down games with my sanity.

“Slip your middle finger between your pussy lips, and show me how wet you are.” She slides one of her hands down the valley between her breasts, over her toned stomach, and stops when she reaches her pussy. “Do you want me to spread myself open for you, Sir?” She questions with a breathy moan, as her middle finger slips into her slit and caresses her clit.Fuck, that’s hot.“Yes, show memy pussy,“ I demand with a growl. She uses two of her fingers to push her slick pussy lips apart, and even in the dim flickering candlelight on her side, I can see she’s wet. “Slip one finger inside of yourself, and show the camera how wet you are.”

She has my rapt attention as she sinks her middle finger inside of her tight hole, a mewling sound escaping her parted lips as she thrusts once, twice, and a third time, before pulling it back out and holding it closer to the camera, and I can see the digit glistening with her wetness. “Lick it clean, my dirty girl, and tell me how you taste.” Her finger instantly rises to her lips, but before she can lick it, she paints her lips with the moisture. Her tongue darts out and licks her taste off her lips, before lashing at her finger. She seems to hum as she licks the digit, and slipsit into her mouth with a naughty grin, her eyes focused on the screen, as she sucks it like she would my cock. “Delicious, sweet, and musky. I wish you could taste me, Sir,” she moans.Fuck, that’s so hot.I fist my cock tighter, until it almost hurts, to keep me in the here and now, instead of losing myself to my rising arousal.

“Sit back, spread your legs, place your feet on the mattress, and open yourself up for me with your fingers. I want to see your tight hole.” With a sultry nod, she unfurls her legs, sits back, bends her legs at the knees, holds herself up by one elbow on the bed, and spreads her legs wide. Jesus, fuck, she’s got the prettiest pussy I have ever seen, and in my short time on this bloody earth, I’ve seen a lot of them. It’s smooth and plump, with just a hint of a landing strip of neatly trimmed dark hair at the very top. “Show me,” I demand, my voice rumbling in the quiet room. I release my grip on my cock to stem the need to cum. Everything about this situation is pushing me off an escarpment that will plunge me right into an abyss. This shouldn’t be turning me on the way it is. I should be toying with her, and proving to myself that I own her, but right now, I know the truth, she could make a puppet out of me if she wanted to. If I were in the same room with her, I would fall to my knees and worship her with my mouth. She parts her pussy lips with her forefinger and middle finger, and I get my first unrestricted and unshared glance at her tight hole. “How many fingers do you usually slip inside of yourself, belli... dirty girl?” I catch myself at the last moment, about to call herBellissima.Fuck, I need to be more careful if I don’t want to give away who I am. “Two,” she groans, as her thumb strums against her little nub.

“Three.I want to see your hole stretch for me. Be agood girlfor me, and fuck your sweet hole as if it was my cock buried deep inside of you, and filling you up.”

Chapter five

Phoebe

Jesus! His dirty talk is sexy as hell!If I weren’t already soaked, the last words out of his mouth would do it for sure. He’s sitting in the shadows, only the slightest hint of light showing his side profile, and I’m not sure, but I think he might be wearing a mask or something over his mouth. His voice is so deep and sexy that it glides across my skin like rich velvet, and makes all the hairs on my arms stand on end. I can’t really see his body from the way he’s angled, and curiosity is eating at me on whether he’s stroking his cock. It’s almost on the tip of my tongue to ask him to show it to me, but that thought pulls me back from the brink of insanity. What the hell am I doing? I don’t know this man, and he’s a paying client. This is his fantasy, not mine.Get it together, idiot, we need this money,I chastise myself. This guy paid a lot of money for an hour of my time, and if he wants to spend it ordering me around so he can get his rocks off, then that’s what I’m here for. I can always finish myself off later to the fantasies in my head.

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