24 Dane
Dane
LINDSEY’S EYES WIDEN, AND my dick kicks against the zipper of my jeans.
It’s been awhile since I’ve done this type of role-play with a live person, not just talking to myself on a video.
Even longer since I’ve done anything sexual over video chat with a partner.
Thankfully, it’s not something you forget how to do, and with Lindsey, it doesn’t feel awkward.
She’s a natural, even if I can tell she doesn’t think so.
She’s a bit nervous, but I would be, too, in her position.
“Edged, Sir?”
Her innocence, the way she asks questions, how she calls me Sir in that sweet fucking voice…
goddamn. I’m a fucking goner for her already.
It’s why I’m doing this scene with her before we’ve revised our agreement, even though I know better.
But like everything with Lindsey, I do things I don’t plan or expect.
“Hmm, someone always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” Lindsey’s eyes widen, and I continue. “You’re going to bring yourself to the edge of orgasm, then stop.”
“Stop, Sir?”
My cheek twitches in a half grin. “Bad girls don’t get to come, remember?”
“I promise I’ll be good, Sir.”
Despite her questions and newness to this dynamic, when she says things like that, I’m reminded she’s not only a quick learner, but a natural.
Lindsey has submission in her bones. She just needed the right partner to nurture it, to give her a safe space to lean into it.
I’m happy as fuck that right partner is me.
“Promises are empty, baby. I need you to show me you’ll be good.”
“Tell me how to show you, Sir.”
Her eagerness makes my dick harder, and it takes everything in me not to touch myself. If I was a less-practiced Dom, I would have. But this isn’t about me. This is about Lindsey and building our new dynamic.
“Say please,” I command.
“Please, Sir.”
I make a satisfied rumbling noise in my chest as a response and study Lindsey’s features through the screen.
What I wouldn’t give to be with her now, to feel her warm breath on my cheek and her soft body against mine as I held her open for me.
Made her touch herself again and again while I pinned her thighs open so she couldn’t close her legs.
I wet my lips, hoping she’ll want to do in-person sessions. I could make that dream a reality if she’s open to it, but this will do for tonight.
“Pausing to check in, Lindsey. Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green,” she says easily.
“I’m not going to ask you to undress, but please let me know if anything goes too far, yes?”
I can see a lovely flush rise from the collar of her T-shirt even through the screen. I wonder if her entire body flushes that rosy-pink color when she’s turned on. I bet it does.
“I will, Sir.”
“Good, do you have a coffee table in front of you or somewhere you can put your laptop so I can see you but your hands will be free?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do that then position yourself in front of the screen with your legs spread open so I can see you.”
Lindsey blinks at me as if I asked her to strip and bend over, ass to me.
“Too much?” I ask. She shakes her head, and I snap my fingers twice. “Then get to it, baby. I won’t ask again.”
The sound along with the command throws her into action. She places her laptop down on the table, and a second later, she must put a book or something under it because the angle changes.
She sits back on the couch and positions herself like I asked. She’s wearing tiny pajama shorts that leave little to the imagination, and when she spreads her legs, I see a peek of underwear.
“Turn on the side lamp; I want to see you better.”
Lindsey hesitates, and a flash of anger zips through my veins.
Not at her but at whatever thought made her pause.
I don’t technically need her to turn on the lamp—there’s a soft, dimmed overhead light that gives me enough to see—but the lamp would allow me to view all of her, including the color of her underwear and the dips and valleys of her curves. All things I want to appreciate.
“Lindsey,” I say, bringing her attention back to me. When our eyes meet, I make sure my facial features are soft. “If you don’t want to turn on the lamp, you don’t have to. But I’d love to see your beautiful body better. It would make me very happy.”
Lindsey’s shoulders ease. Trepidation I wish wasn’t there is still on her face, but I see the instant she makes her choice. She shifts on the couch to turn on the lamp, and the light floods over her, highlighting her curves the way I hoped.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “Now back into your position, legs spread for me.”
She does as I ask, body still tense. When her thighs part and her shorts creep up, they expose the sides of her underwear. They’re a pretty pink that reminds me of the flush of her cheeks.
My erect dick aches, but I ignore it. Ideas of things I want with Lindsey in the future start to rack up in my mind, though.
“Take a breath for me, baby,” I demand.
Lindsey does, but her shoulders still don’t completely ease the way I’d like. I study her further, noticing her pupils are shifting as if she’s attempting not to look at the part of the screen where her image resides. That makes me angry, too.
I pack that away for another time, knowing what I have to do for now.
Normally, I’d have my submissive look at me during this, keep eye contact to make it more intense for them.
But that is not what Lindsey needs. She needs to drop into her body and allow herself to feel without worrying about seeing her own reflection.
“Rest your head back on the couch, and close your eyes,” I say.
Lindsey’s shoulders finally relax once she’s in position, and the tightness in my chest lessens a bit.
“Good girl. Now exhale and spread your legs wider. Let me see what you’re freely giving me, what belongs to me.”
She smiles as she does what I ask. I noticed that before, that she likes when I claim her. Fuck if I don’t like it, too. It satisfies my Dom, but it also makes me want to do very dirty things to her.
The image of her at my feet wearing my collar comes to mind, but that’s not something she’s ready for yet. She may never want that. I mean, fuck, do I want that?
My dick twitches as if it’s answering for me, and I refocus on the beautiful woman submitting through the screen, waiting for my next command.
“Keep your eyes closed, and tell me how you feel,” I say.
She swallows, her arms at her sides. “Exposed, Sir.”
“Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green, Sir.”
“It’s time for your punishment, baby. Are you ready to atone for your bad behavior?”
“Yes, Sir,” she responds, chest moving up and down in clipped breaths of excitement.
I can see the disks of her hard nipples protruding through her thin white T-shirt. I remember how they felt against my chest that first day we ran into each other—I’ve never been able to forget.
Now, in the light, with her at my mercy, I can study her chest. Her tits are small, maybe not even a handful, but they’re fucking perfect. Suckable, bitable. Exactly right for nipple clamps or suction cups.
“Bring your hands to your chest and play with your nipples through your shirt. Get yourself wetter for me.”
A whimper leaves her lips and goes straight to my groin.
I shift on my chair but remain focused on the woman giving herself to me so willingly.
I’m about to ask her if that’s too much, but her hands lift up, and she tentatively rubs her fingers over the hard nubs.
A soft moan echoes through the speakers, and it’s nearly my undoing.
I’m too fucking old to come in my pants, but it might happen.
“That’s it, baby. Are you imagining my hands playing with you?”
She nods, and I chuckle. “Was that a yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you had listened to my command, those would have been my hands, wouldn’t they?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I tsk. “Such a naughty girl. Now pinch them for me, tell me how it feels.”
She does as I ask, her butt gently shifting on the couch. “It feels good, Sir.”
“Do you like the pain?”
She pinches her nipple again, and I know the answer before she moans out, “Yes, Sir.”
“If you had been good, I’d have my mouth on your tits right now. I’d bite your cute nipples until you screamed. Would you like that?”
She nods before remembering her words. “Y-yes.”
Her butt shifts again, her legs inching closer together. I snap my fingers, and she stops. “Don’t you close those legs, Lindsey.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Pinch your nipples again, harder this time.”
She does what I ask, a soft gasp leaving her mouth.
“Good girl. Now use one hand to keep playing with my nipples, and use your other hand to touch my cunt.”
I put emphasis on my because I want her to know that her body now belongs to me while we’re playing. That the only reason she gets to touch herself is because I’m allowing it.
I observe her carefully, and once again, I know I’ve turned her on.
Lindsey’s chest and collarbones are completely flushed, all the way up her neck, and her breathing has remained heavy.
I bet she’s soaking through her underwear and messing up her couch.
Good thing it looks like leather. Next time, I’ll have her get a towel.
She keeps her left hand on her chest while she begins to trail her right down, over the soft rolls of her stomach.
I wait with bated breath to see what she’ll do next.
I didn’t give her clear instruction to touch herself over her underwear or under, but that was intentional.
I want to see where her thoughts go, how comfortable she is right now without using words.
Her hand gets to the elastic band of her shorts, and she doesn’t pause, slipping her hand beneath it. I suppress a groan as her fingers make contact with her pussy. She sighs in pleasure.
“Tell me how wet my cunt is.”
“So wet, Sir.”
“Hmm, do you need to come, baby?”
She nods vigorously. “Yes, Sir.”
“Too bad you were naughty, then.” She growls in frustration, and my sadistic side preens. “Circle my clit for me. Tell me when you’re about to come.”