Page 267 of Filthy Elites

I feel out of my depths here. He probably won’t care, but I don’t have anyone else to tell, so I grab my phone and type out a text. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You’re nervous,” he answers. “It’s new to you. That’s natural. Let’s ease those nerves and get you in the mood. Are you in your bedroom?”

“Yes,” I answer. “On my bed.”

“Okay. Lie down on your back. Spread your legs like I’m on the bed between them, kissing my way along your inner thighs.”

His words stun me. I suck a deep breath in and let my thighs fall apart like he told me to.

Another text comes through. “Now I’m touching you just to feel how soft your skin is. Close your eyes and lightly run your fingertips along your collar bone.”

I should not be doing this. Not with him.

But I do.

“Lower,” he directs. “Squeeze your tits. Graze your nipples. Rub them until they’re hard and you can feel the tension in your pussy.”

Oh my god.

I do as he says, my eyes closed and my breathing more and more shallow as my body responds.

My heart nearly stops when my phone starts ringing. Dare’s number flashes across the screen.

Should I answer it?

I want to, but I might die of embarrassment.

Deciding to risk it, I release my nipple and grab the phone.

“Hello,” I answer, my voice a little hoarse.

His voice is warm with approval that goes straight to my pussy. “Just wanted to make sure you were listening. What a good girl you are.”

I sigh, my eyes drifting closed.

“Are you still touching yourself?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer softly.

“Where?”

“My… my fingers are grazing my nipples like you told me.”

“Good. Are they hard?”

“Yes.”

“Grab one and squeeze.”

I suck in a breath as I do.

“Harder.”

The steel in his voice makes me gasp. My fingers obey before I even tell them to.

His tone gentles slightly. “I bet your tits feel amazing in your hands, don’t they, mermaid?”

“Mm, yeah,” I murmur breathlessly.

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