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“I want you to slide your fingers inside yourself… Very good…” My mouth watered as two fingers disappeared inside her.

“I’m so wet,” she gasped in surprise. “I didn’t realize how wet I was.”

“Is it because you felt humiliated?”

She scowled, but didn’t immediately respond. I knew she was thinking about it.

“Maybe? Is that bad?”

“Not at all,” I said. “It’s just something we can explore more at another time. Degradation can be fun, well—fun forme. But we’d need to talk through it more.”

She nodded, her eyes still firmly closed. “I like it when you say nice things to me, too.”

“Oh, I know. I enjoy praising you.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

There were those pesky self-doubts again. “Pepper. Focus on me. On obeyingme. Nothing else. Whatever little voice inside your head is telling you things, don’t listen to it. Its opinion doesn’t fucking matter, because I am here. You obeymeand me alone. Understood?”

“Yes.” Her shoulders softened.

“Yeswhat?”

“Sir?”

“Good. I like it when you call me Sir.” Fuck, my cock was killing me. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them, refocusing on her. “Show me how you touch yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come. Do whatever you normally do in order to get there.”

Her eyes started to open.

“Donotopen your eyes,” I commanded.

“Yes… Sir.”

“Someone’s a quick learner.”

Once again, she relaxed. Her fingers moved to her clit, alternating between moving in slow circles and sliding inside herself. Her other hand moved up to her breasts, teasing her nipples.

I couldn’t help myself now. I held my phone in one hand and gripped my cock with the other, huffing out as I watched her.

“I’m going to get off on watching you,” I whispered.

Her blush deepened. “I like that.”

I groaned as I stroked myself. I’d been unbearably hard since she started to strip and was in need of relief.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

Something snapped. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I saw the moment in real time. The second her body gave in to her hunger for an orgasm, the moment that voice in her head fell silent.

“Good girl,” I praised. “You make me so hard, baby girl. I’m dripping all over myself watching you touch your needy cunt. How long has it been since you orgasmed?”

“Yesterday,” she panted, her movements becoming hurried.

“Aww, poor thing,” I purred, stroking my cock faster. “You deserve one after working so hard today. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she cried, her expression melting as she got closer and closer.

“I’m so close,” I groaned. “You’re the reason I’m about to come. Seeing you touch yourself and become my slut is going to make me come.”

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