Page 15 of Carnal Desire
“Ask me nicely to touch my pussy,” he commands, his voice deep and purposefully seductive.
It’s like he knows his words do something to me without even knowing who I am.
“Can I please touch your pussy, Sir?” I ask with eagerness.
He moans and it sends another jolt of excitement through me. For the first time in a long time, I feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to show a stranger my drenched pussy. And even though we aren’t in the same room, we are still able to share something intimate between us. Something I haven’t been able to feel with another person since my attack. I’m proud of myself. I’m proud of the step I’ve taken to get back to the person I was before everything went to shit. I want this more than ever now that it’s within my grasp.
“Did you place the toy by your bed?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper.
I’ve never used a vibrator or any other toy on myself while someone watched me. I’ve come to learn Christian was a selfish lover. A pretend Dom who cared more about the power dynamics than what was best for me. But I think Billionaire Playboy is going to show me a new side to this lifestyle. I think he’s going push my limits. Push me in a way that gets me back to the person I want to be. And I’m so ready for it.
“You have my permission to touch yourself and be as loud as you want. As a matter of fact, I want to hear you scream.”
I moan as another shiver runs through my body. Never have I made myself scream from masturbating.
He chuckles. “You’ve never made yourself scream before, Angel?” he asks, like he knows my thoughts.
“No, Sir.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he says. “Touch yourself Angel, before I
don’t let you come for making me wait to see that beautiful cunt spasming around your fingers.”
Holy shit! I love the way he talks.
I whimper from his words and a deep, dark chuckle sounds as I run my fingers down the soft folds of my shaven pussy, spreading my pussy open so he can get a real good view of my center.
Another one of his rules. He wants me to remain clean shaven for the entirety of our contract so he can see my pussy whenever he wants.
“Hmmm… looks like she’s already wet,” he growls which shifts to a painful hiss. It startles me for only a second but then his hiss quickly changes into a soft groan.
Is he touching himself?
I don’t know what it is about the thought of him touching himself that gets me so fucking hot, but it sends a surge of heat through me engulfing my entire body in arousal.
I wish I could watch. Maybe if I’m a good girl he’ll let me watch once we’ve finished.
“Run your fingers through your slit and hold them up to the screen,” he orders. “I want to see how wet you really are.”
I graze my sensitive clit, moaning as I move down my pussy, gathering my arousal as I go. Being on camera and having someone watch me as I brush my fingers through my wet cunt is one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had.
I love watching people fuck. Christian and I spent a lot of time in Club Desire’s voyeur rooms, watching people get off. But I didn’t know I would enjoy someone watching me fuck myself so much. And we’ve just started. I can only imagine where this will lead and I’m all for it.
Rubbing my arousal over my pussy making sure it’s wet, I then move my fingers through my folds again gathering more of my juices. I hold up my fingers to the computer screen.
“I can’t wait to taste that sweet nectar on my tongue. Tell me how you taste.”
Without hesitation, I slowly lick my own arousal from every one of my fingers, savoring the sweet, musky flavor of my pussy while he watches with a look I can’t describe.
“I taste so good, Sir.” I close my eyes. “I wish you could get a taste.”
He chuckles. “Soon sweet girl. Now show me how you make yourself come.”
A small smile graces my face, as I open my eyes. I spread my legs wider, then scoot my ass closer to the screen.
“That’s perfect, Angel. I can see that beautiful, moist cunt. Now fuck yourself, but don’t come until I tell you too.”
