Page 81 of Massimo

"Show me."

"Wh-what?"

"Dip two fingers into your perfect little pussy and then show me."

My eyes widen as I stare at his lust-filled gaze on the screen, but I do as he says. Pushing my hand underneath the blanket and the waistband of my leggings and panties, I slide it down over my mound and into my wet channel.

I force my eyes to stay open to watch Massimo; his breathing is ragged like mine.

"Keep those fingers in there, princess, and finger-fuck yourself for me."

I've been touching myself today. The ache is never fully satiated without his touch, but it still feels amazing.

My head falls back with a moan as my fingers move inside me.

"That's it," Massimo encourages. "Finger-fuck that tight cunt." He looks so immaculate and refined, and my sex clenches at his filthy words. "Tell me how it feels."

"So good," I gasp, opening my eyes to look at him. "But not as good as you."

"Good girl," he rasps. "Show me those fingers and how wet they are."

I obey; not because I've been conditioned to, but because Iwantto.

Pulling my fingers out of my pussy, I pull my hand out from under the blanket and hold the glistening, damn near dripping, fingers up so he can see them over the phone screen.

He licks his lips. "Put them in your mouth. Taste yourself, princess. Lick them clean."

My chest heaves with a haggard, stuttering breath. Slipping my fingers into my mouth, I taste myself, sweet and tangy, and lap and lick up every drop.

"You're so fucking perfect." He sounds in pain. "Now, I want you to eat everything on your tray."

He wants me to eat? Now?

"Not yet. I want to finish."

Jesus, did I nearly whine in need?

He chuckles darkly. "Eat first. Remember, you'll need your energy for me when I return home to you. Then, after you're finished, I want you to remove that blanket so I can watch you make yourself come."

My cheeks heat in shock and lusty need. "This is Gabe's phone," I weakly protest, glancing at the closed door.

"He knows to wait and give us privacy, princess."

My face burns with embarrassment.

But what do I do? I nod, telling Massimo I'll do exactly as he said.

"Good girl," he growls, and my core clenches. "Then, after we're done here, I want you to go to your bedroom, lay on the bed, and make yourself come again so I have something to watch later."

He has confirmed he has cameras in my bedroom, but right now, I don't care. What he has planned sounds ah-fricking-mazing.

"I'll be fucking my hand watching you, and when I spurt my ropes of cum"—oh dear god, I just drenched my panties—"I'll be imagining its your tight cunt I'm filling. Filling your pretty little mouth. Covering your beautiful tits."

"Massimo," I choke.

His eyes are flaming. "I'll be home soon. Be ready for me. Because I'm making you mine."

Chapter 33

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