Chapter 40 Her Orgasm, My Obsession #2
She exhales a breathy little giggle, shifting against the pillows.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to relax when you're talking to me like this."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm..." Her voice trails off, eyes shifting away, avoiding mine.
"Like you're what?" I press gently.
"Like I'm..." She swallows, then finally meets my gaze again, her cheeks flaming. "Like I'm something to be worshipped."
My fingers tighten around the remote.
"You are," I say simply.
She lets out a breath.
"Touch yourself."
She hesitates. "I'm nervous."
"Why?" I turn the toy on.
She gasps. Her thighs clench.
She's so damn sensitive right now. Perfect.
"Why are you nervous, pretty girl?" My voice would be low even without the modulator at this point.
Her fingers twitch at her sides, and she huffs a little breath. "Because you're watching."
I drag my fingers over my thigh, my own arousal unbearable now. "Exactly," I say. "And I'm going to keep watching until you start doing as you're told."
She exhales shakily, her fingers finally moving. Trailing lightly over her stomach, over her hips, down the curves of her thighs.
She bites her lip, still unsure.
I shut the toy off. She whimpers.
"Tell me what you like about your body."
She blinks. "What?"
"You heard me, pretty girl." I sit back, one arm draped over my thigh, the other lazily holding the remote. "Tell me something you love about your body."
She groans. "Ugh, you sound like a therapist."
I chuckle. If only she knew.
"Humor me," I say smoothly. "Tell me something you like."
She exhales, thinking. "I guess...I like my lips."
"Good." I turn the toy back on—easy, teasing.
She sucks in a breath, her thighs twitching.
"Keep going," I instruct.
She whimpers. "I like my..." Her voice wavers. "I like my eyes, I guess."
"You guess?"
She huffs, squirming. "I like my eyes."
I smile. "There you go. Now keep touching yourself."
Her hands move lower. I increase the vibrations. Her breath catches.
She's so fucking beautiful like this. Writhing, gasping, completely vulnerable—but not in the way that scares her. Not like before. This is different. This is control.
I turn the vibrations higher. She arches.
"Caleb—"
"Tell me what else you love about yourself, pretty girl."
Her chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths.
"My..." She swallows. "My...my thighs?"
"Do you?"
She hesitates. "Sometimes?"
I click the toy off.
She groans. "You are so mean."
I chuckle. "I'll turn it back on when you say it like you mean it."
She pouts and I feel it.
The way my cock throbs at the sight of her, so desperate, so perfectly fucking wrecked already.
I wait. She breathes in, breathes out, then finally—
"I love my thighs."
I crank the toy up to high.
She cries out, back arching, fingers gripping the sheets.
"That's my good girl," I murmur.
I could watch this all night. She writhes. Moaning, gasping, completely lost in the sensations rolling through her body.
And I watch. I fucking watch.
Her body responds beautifully—thighs trembling, stomach tightening, fingers twitching against the sheets. She moves like she's desperate for more, craving further contact, needing me.
I adjust my grip on the remote, my other hand pressing into my thigh, trying to keep myself still. Trying not to let the ache in my cock completely take over my brain.
She's so beautiful like this. And she still doesn't see it.
I push her further. I turn the vibrations higher.
She arches, breath catching in her throat, hips rocking.
And fuck, I feel it too. The way my cock throbs, pulses, trapped against my sweatpants, aching to be buried inside of her, aching to take what's mine.
But not yet. Not yet.
I shift slightly, leaning forward just enough that I can see the way her slick glistens between her thighs, how swollen and wet she is for me.
Her moans turn desperate.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Izzy."
She whimpers, shifting, gasping.
"Caleb—"
"Pinch your nipples."
Her breath catches.
I watch as she hesitates, her cheeks flushing deeper, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
She's shy, but fuck—she's so eager. She wants to be good for me. She just doesn't know how to let go completely yet.
"Do it, Izzy," I command softly. "Feel your body. Enjoy it. This is all for you."
Her lips part, her breath coming quick and uneven.
Then, finally—she moves.
Her hands glide up her stomach, her fingertips trailing over her ribs, higher, higher, until they reach her breasts.
I let out a slow, controlled exhale as I watch.
She cups herself, squeezing lightly, her fingers grazing over taut, pink peaks.
I crank up the vibrations on the toy.
She moans, whimpering, arching into her own touch, her back lifting slightly off the pillows.
Fucking perfect.
I adjust my grip on the remote, watching as she teases herself, rolling her nipples, letting herself feel it, letting herself sink deeper into the pleasure.
"That's it, pretty girl," I murmur, my voice like gravel.
Her breath trembles, her thighs twitch, her fingers tighten.
She's incredibly responsive. Perfectly wrecked. Mine.
She whimpers, hips rocking, her body chasing the sensations.
I flick the remote higher. She gasps.
"Cal—"
My name—my real name—on her lips.
It's nearly my undoing.
"Good girl," I praise, gripping my thigh so hard my knuckles go white.
She trembles, breath catching in her throat, then stuttering out in a gasp as her body clenches hard around the toy. It’s buried deep, pulsing in steady waves—watching her come apart like this? It’s pure fucking sin.
Her approaching orgasm is evident—stomach tightening, breath quickening, thighs trembling. She's right at the edge.
I turn the vibrations to the highest setting. She cries out, arching, her fingers gripping the sheets. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling, her body completely open and exposed to me.
“Look at you,” I growl, eyes locked on her face. “You can’t even take it, can you? But you will. You’re going to give me every last fucking twitch.”
She has no fucking clue that I'm the one controlling her pleasure. That I'm the one bringing her to the brink. That I'm the one breaking her apart.
She moans my name, and I fucking lose it.
My other hand moves to my cock, slipping under my waistband, gripping myself hard. I stroke, slow, watching her, feeling her. I'm already so close.
"Izzy," I groan, voice thick. "Come for me."
And she does—back arched, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted in that perfect silent scream as another wave crashes through her. And I just watch, feral and starving, because there’s nothing sweeter than wrecking her like this.
Fuck, it’s too much.
My hand tightens around my cock, my own hips jerking as I stroke harder, watching her fall apart for me.
"Izzy," I rasp.
"Cal—" she whimpers.
That's it. That's fucking it.
I groan, head tipping back, coming hard, spilling into my hand, my entire body locking up as the release tears through me.
Fucking wrecked. Completely undone.
I breathe hard, watching her, my muscles remaining tense, my pulse continuing to pound. I let out a breathless laugh, dragging a hand down my face as I gradually ease the toy off for her. She blinks languidly, her body still buzzing, her eyes hazy and soft.
"Wow," she breathes.
I chuckle, shaking my head, my chest still heaving.
"Yeah," I murmur. "Wow."
She shifts, sighing happily, sinking into the pillows.
I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair, watching her.
Naked. Satisfied. Glowing.
And completely unaware that she belongs to me.
Soon, pretty girl. Soon, you'll know.