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“Why are your knuckles bloody?”
“You’re killing the mood, Cricket,” he growls out. “Take your top off.”
My eyebrows furrow, but he waits patiently. I can push him for more answers, but I know what Dmitri is like. I shift slightly to do as he says and stretch the top over my head. He sighs, in relief and I become self-conscious as I angle the camera back to myself.
“Turn on your side lamp so I can see properly,” he demands.
A flutter of anticipation and insecurity jolts me awake. I’ve never done anything like this before. I take a shaky breath but do as he instructs. The room fills with light, and when I feel as if I’m less than impressive, I notice the way he stares at me. As if I’m everything he’s wished for, and more and even my insecurities can’t fight against that all-consuming gaze and intent. “Use the toy I bought you the other day like a good girl.”
It’s hard not being able to be with him. To only find pockets of time to spend together when I want nothing more than to be with him right now. I want to hold him and be in what feels like security.
I nervously nibble at my bottom lip. “Or should I come over there?”
“No.” And it’s so immediate it dampens the mood. I chastise myself for my momentary weakness. It should be me reminding myself that not even my libido is worth putting my family at risk.
“I’m doing everything I can to restrain myself, Elanee, so you better do something that keeps me entertained here.”
The sound of crackling fire breaks into the silence. There’s obviously a fireplace close to him. Maybe he’s in his home office. I wonder what type of place Dmitri lives in. Would I like it? Thoughts and curiosity about his world bubble to the surface as I turn towards my bedside table and pull open the top drawer. My hand lands on the rabbit device he had delivered to my office a few days ago.
“The nightclub you own, Lev, is known for fantasies…” I begin as I look at the seven-inch toy. One of the many suggestions and gifts he’s provided, but this, so far, was my favorite. I’d done research on Dmitri’s club, but it doesn’t offer many images or descriptions other than lucrative reviews that basically say good luck getting in.
“Yes,” he grits, and I notice a vein pop in his neck as he casually strokes himself.
I shuffle my pants down. “What would you do to me there?”
His stormy blue eyes darken, and even through a screen, I’m his captive. I switch the toy on, its low buzzing noise filling the room. I squirt lube on it, and he licks his lips as I rub it against my folds.
“Point the camera lower. I want to see you,” he breathes.
My heart’s racing, and I feel exposed, but do as he says. “What would you want to do to me?” I ask again.
His stroking picks up speed as he watches me take my fill of the toy. I imagine it’s him, filling me, the little rabbit ears beating against my clit in the way of his tongue.
“I’d tie you up so you could never escape me again,” he admits.
“And if I tried to run? Or if I screamed?”
His stroking becomes faster. I match his rhythm, rolling my hips into each stroke of my toy.
“The only thing you’d scream is my name. And if you tried to be defiant, I’d gag you as well. Maybe I’ll take your ass as punishment.”
My thighs clench as I think back to when he had me on the daybed, my ass in the air as he fucked me from behind and pushed his thumb in.
“I don’t know if my ass could handle your cock,” I confess, while I shamelessly can’t look away from him stroking himself. The muscles in his arm and neck protrude.
“Trust me, sweetheart, every inch of you was designed to fit only me.”
A wave of pure bliss runs over my body. “And would you fill me up?” I ask, my voice coming out in sensual breaths.
“Again and again and again.”
I moan, thrusting the toy into myself. “Fuck you feel good,” I say out loud, imagining it was him instead.
“Christ,” he curses and jerks.
A powerful wave hits me, and I hold onto the pillow for dear life, not realizing how much I needed that relief.
My pussy slowly pushes the toy out as I ride the wave of pure bliss, thinking only of him. The way he makes me feel alive again. The satisfaction he so effortlessly gives me. The security I secretly desire from him. When I open my eyes, Dmitri watches me with a smug smile. He’s still slowly stroking himself even after coming. And yet, I still find it mesmerizing.
