CHAPTER 26
Bailey
Palmer’s icy gray eyes are fixed on my mouth, her lips open slightly, as she hangs on my every word. Seeing her so ready to bend to my every whim without me even telling her to makes my cock throb with pent up need from spending all day thinking about video, tenting the sheet I’m lying under.
Fuck, that video.
Her glistening, pink pussy swollen with arousal.
Her voice breaking as she called out my name, keeping me on her mind even when she comes by herself.
Just… her.
I want to come looking into those endless gray pools, preferably as she writhes underneath me, nails biting into my skin as her own orgasm overtakes her.
But not yet.
She wanted to tease, then fine. We can tease. Let’s see if she can take it just as well as she can give it.
After clearing my throat, I say, “You’re supposed to ask how my day was.”
Palmer blinks, a look of confusion crossing her freckled face. “What?”
I can’t stop the corners of my mouth as they turn into a grin. Playing with her is too fucking easy. “I asked you how your day was, so now it’s your turn to ask about mine.”
“I did,” she starts, her mouth setting into a stubborn line.
“No, you asked me what I was doing. Not how my day was,” I reply, dipping the spoon back into the bowl of ice cream and bringing it back to my mouth. I take a long, leisurely lick before saying, “So ask.”
I don’t miss the hungry look that crosses her face before she acquiesces. “Fine. How was your day, Bailey?”
“There you go. Now was that so hard?”
Palmer doesn’t say a word, just crosses her arms and cocks her hip. If I was there, I’d spank her ample ass for her attitude, then make her come until the only words she can remember are “please” and “Bailey.”
Instead, I pretend not to notice and tell her about my day.
“We had several meetings today, some longer than others. I had to sit through several training sessions on some new technology, but it wasn’t too hard.
Let’s see, what else? Oh! I watched the video of you stroking your pussy and moaning my name at least three times and listened to it on repeat until I could recite it to you word-for-word, moan-for-moan. ”
Palmer’s eyes flick away from the screen, and her skin flushes a deep red, but I continue.
“Then we went to dinner, but they didn’t have any good dessert, so I went and got some myself.
And now, I’m here talking to you as I eat it.
” I take another bite, slowly, as if I’m contemplating something.
Her eyes are fixed back on the screen, staring at my mouth.
I run my tongue along the spoon, then slide it into my mouth before popping it out. “You know, it’s rude to stare, Palmer.”
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth opens wide. “Wh—I wasn’t! I wa—ju—never mind,” she stammers. If I was there, she wouldn’t have had the chance to say a single word in reply with my mouth on hers, her protests nothing more than moans against my lips.
“Tell me, Palmer. What were you thinking sending that video this morning?” I steer the conversation in the direction I’ve been dying to go all day, teasing myself just as much as I’ve been teasing her, denying myself the pleasure of coming while watching her.
Not anymore.
She fumbles for words. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Don’t play coy. Tell me why you sent it.” My hand finds its way to my cock as I wait for her answer, stroking slowly. “Come on, baby. Don’t be shy now.”
Palmer lifts her chin stubbornly, her eyes flickering between the screen and something beyond it. “Because I wanted to make you feel the same way you make me feel every time you pin me with that stare of yours.”
“Stare?” I chuckle. “What stare?”
“The one you’re doing right now, where you undress me with your eyes and mark every spot where your lips have touched my skin before and where they might in the future.
It’s like you’re fucking me with your eyes in anticipation of what you’re going to do to me with your body.
” She takes a breath then continues, “I wanted you to feel horny and helpless to do anything about it. I wanted you to want to fuck me just as desperately as I want to fuck you right now, which, full transparency, is, like, really bad. So… yeah.”
I don’t respond, simply wait and watch.
It doesn’t take long for Palmer to fill the silence. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
Palmer throws her hands up in frustration. “I don’t know! I guess, like, well, what do you have to say about that?”
“Baby, if you want to know how I feel, all you have to do is ask.”
She’s quiet, her gaze unwavering against mine.
This time, it’s me who breaks the silence. “You want to see what you do to me?”
Palmer nods her head, a small movement at first, but it grows surer after a beat. “Please,” she squeaks, the word almost an afterthought.
I flip my phone to the back-facing camera and pan it down my body until it reaches my hand stroking my hard cock. Palmer’s eyes go wide, and lust fills her expression. She leans toward the screen as if she’s afraid she’ll miss something.
Never, baby. This is all for you.
By the way her shoulders move, I can tell her fingers are finding their way to her clit, her own body begging for release from the sexual tension that strings between us.
“Hands where I can see ’em, baby,” I order.
“Huh?”
“I said hands where I can see them.” The strokes on my cock are languid, as if I have all the time in the world, and not as if I’m actively having to avoid coming in two seconds. “You teased me earlier; now, it’s my turn.”
She doesn’t move her hand and looks at me, challenge in her gaze. “And if I don’t listen?”
I flip the camera back onto my face, continuing to stroke my cock. “Then I’ll turn the camera away so you can’t see how hard you make me come. You’ll just have to listen to me.” Palmer’s mouth drops open in protest, but she doesn’t say a word. “Is that what you want, baby?”
Palmer considers for a moment, then I see her arm move back to the top of the counter. “No,” she pouts.
I raise my brows in question.
She sighs, rolling her eyes. My cock twitches in my hand at the thought of what I would do to her in person if she did that.
She only thinks she’s gotten to have multiple orgasms. By the time I’m done with her, her clit would be so sensitive from coming over and over again that she would orgasm just from me blowing on it.
I can’t wait to work that eyerolling habit right out of her.
“No, sir,” she replies sarcastically, resigned to her fate.
Satisfied, I flip to the back camera again and focus it on my hand caressing my cock. “Good girl. Now put your phone down and hands where I can see them. I want you to watch me come for you.”