2. Karolina #2
I squirm in my sheets, barely able to imagine how decadent his tongue would feel on me—a sensation I’ve never experienced.
“I want you to taste me,” I confess. “I want your tongue on my clit and your fingers inside me. I want to hear you groan my name while I come all over your face, and then I want you to keep going until I scream for you.”
“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me, Karolina.”
My delighted, giddy giggle shakes slightly on an erotic exhalation.
“Or maybe you do,” he growls. “If I were there, I’d make you come so many times that you forget your own name. I’ll slide a finger into your tight little asshole while I suck on your clit so you know every part of you belongs to me. Tell me.”
“Yes,” I pant, tugging on my nipples and flicking my tongue over my sensitized fingertips. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl. You can touch your clit now. But don’t you dare come. You’ll tell me when you’re close.”
I nod eagerly, continuing to torment my breasts while I reach for the most sensitive spot between my legs.
“Bones…” I groan his name at the first pulse of pleasure when I make contact.
“Gently, greedy girl,” he admonishes. “I’m not nearly done toying with you.”
I swallow hard, forcing down the rush of pleasure before it can overtake me. I circle my clit, teasing around it just enough to keep the bliss singing through my veins without allowing myself release.
“You want me to make you come. You’ve fantasized about it for years. What if I made your fantasies a reality?”
My touch falters. “What?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” he warns.
I resume the slow circling, but my full, rapt focus is on the dark sockets of his shadowed eyes.
“You told me you’re about to start your studies at University of York. I’m in England for work,” he says. “I want to see you.”
I tense. I’ve never considered actually being with Bones in real life. He’s safe because he’s not physically present.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks. “You’ve trusted me enough to give me your submission for years now. Meet me. I promise I’ll make it better than you’ve ever imagined.”
My head shakes slightly even as my core flutters at the prospect.
“I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. You know what you want: me. I’ll chase you through the woods and pin you down in the dirt, just like you’ve always desired. You’ll scream my name beneath the stars, and you’ll experience more pleasure at my hands than you could ever give yourself. I guarantee it.”
“You’re very cocky,” I say, slightly tremulously.
Surely, he can’t be serious. This is just part of his sensual game.
“I didn’t say you could stop touching yourself.” It’s a soft threat. “If you continue with your disrespect, you’ll get a punishment before your reward. But I think you’ll like being spanked until you cry. Your cunt will be drenched for me by the time I relent and give you your first orgasm.”
My lashes flutter as a wave of vicious pleasure washes over me in response to his crass threats. My mind reels, even as I obey and touch my clit and nipples.
“Say yes,” he commands. “Say you’ll meet me.”
I tense again, but I don’t stop rubbing myself. I can’t; the pleasure is too tempting to deny.
“The mask will stay on.” He says it like a reassurance. “I’ll still be Bones, and you’re my Karolina. We’ve only connected virtually, but what we share is real. It’s the realest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m selfish enough to want more.”
“Bones…” I whisper weakly. “We can’t.”
“We can do whatever the fuck we want. Touch your clit more firmly. Take yourself to the edge.”
I gasp at the hit of ecstasy when I comply.
“You see?” he drawls. “You know you’re mine. You belong to me. And even though you like to tease me, you want to obey. Should I make this an order? Meet me for real, kitten. And find out exactly how good it can be between us.”
I twist my nipple and whimper, rolling my hips in wanton abandon.
“I’m so close…”
“Hands off your clit,” he snaps. “You don’t get to come until you agree.”
My lips pop open on a sharp gasp. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Now, slide those fingers inside your pussy and find your g-spot.”
I imagine that it’s his confident hand touching me.
What would it be like to have his gloved fingers inside me? They’re thicker than my own. Masculine. Demanding.
He would force pleasure from my quivering body while he pins me down in the dirt, and…
“You’re imagining it right now.” He reads me so easily. “Are you touching your g-spot?”
“Yes,” I pant, no longer able to deny that I want to be with him, even if the idea scares me.
“Hold your fingers there. Don’t stimulate yourself other than hurting those pretty pink nipples. The pain makes your pussy tighter, doesn’t it? How hard would you grip my cock if I bit them while I fuck you?”
My inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, and I don’t have to shift them for my body to shake with a hit of bliss.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Bones. Please…”
“There’s a kinky masked hunt at a manor near York tomorrow night. I’ll send a car to pick you up at eight. Say you’ll come with me.”
“I’m scared,” I whisper, even as I crave him.
“I would never harm you,” he swears.
“I know. It’s not that.”
“Talk to me. This isn’t the kind of fear I want from you.”
“I’m not ready to be with you like that.”
I can’t admit that I’m a virgin. I never reveal intimate information like that, not even with Bones.
“I won’t fuck you,” he promises. “I’ll chase you, I’ll pin you down, and I’ll force you to come for me while you weep and beg. But you won’t touch me. Does that make you feel safer?”
“But what about you?”
“Finally getting to touch you will give me more pleasure than you could imagine,” he says. “You’re close just thinking about it, aren’t you? Agree to meet me, and I’ll give you an orgasm.”
I bite my lip, apprehension warring with desire. How many nights have I imagined being with him? And now he’s offering to fulfil my forbidden desire.
“Trust me, Karolina.”
Something shifts inside me. The wall I’ve always kept between us to protect myself from a deeper attachment falls away. I finally allow myself to truly crave this connection, to crave him. And not just over video calls.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, I’ll meet you.”
“Good girl. Now come for me.”
I press my thumb down on my clit and pump my forefinger deeper into my tight channel, rubbing my g-spot.
I stare into the crimson skull and allow myself to imagine him as more than just an image on a screen.
In my imagining, he’s here with me, hovering over me as he toys with my body in exactly the way we both like.
Ecstasy rips through me with the force of a tidal wave—one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced with him.
This is raw and real in a way I’ve never shared with him before. Even though he’s not touching me yet, he will.
I think about him spanking me before putting his gloved fingers inside my cunt and my ass.
Another orgasm shudders through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Don’t stop. Think of me while you come. Show me how much you want me.”
Tears slip from the corners of my eyes, and I choke on a soft sob. My clit begins to sting from overstimulation, but I don’t stop. I’ll give him whatever he asks of me, even meeting him in person.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he growls, and I know he’s touching himself too. “Fuck, I’m close, Karolina. You wish I could mark you, don’t you? You want my cum all over those perfect breasts.”
I can practically feel the heat lashing my abused nipples, and another orgasm rocks my body. “Yes!”
“You’ll have it soon enough, my greedy little kitten. You’ll have all of me.”
“I want that,” I pant. “I want you to mark me.”
He barks a curse as he reaches his own climax, and a final, vicious orgasm claims me. My back arches on a strangled cry, and my core contracts around my fingers.
“Good girl. You can stop now.”
I release a shuddering sigh and slowly withdraw my touch from my aching pussy.
“Give me your address. I’ll have a dress and mask delivered tomorrow afternoon.” He issues the final command before I fully come back to my senses, so I comply without second guessing myself.
“The next time I see you, this will be real.”
He ends the call with that dark promise.
I lay awake for a long time, anxiety and excitement churning within me. I can hardly believe I’m going to meet Bones after all these years.
Worry and desire follow me down into fitful sleep.