Chapter 3 #2
This time I do fall to my knees, pushing my chair backwards as I do.
Then I reach for my laptop to lower the screen so that I’m in frame and looking back at Mack.
Mack is running a hand along his jaw. I want to see underneath, see who he is.
But right now, is that actually what I want?
Wouldn’t it be more fun to go along with his game and see where it takes us, if only for a short time?
I need a bit of mystery and anticipation right now, everything has seemed beige since I broke up with Sam, in fact they were pretty beige before I broke up with him too.
I don’t understand why Mack has chosen me and what is happening, but I decide, as he sucks his lower lip into his mouth again, I’m going to keep Mack a secret and continue with this online game of his because my clit is sparking like it just needs a match and it’ll combust.
“When we meet again, this is how I want to see you. Every time. All of you. Do you understand?” he growls.
Fuck, I think I’m going to orgasm just from his words alone. I don’t trust my voice but he is clearly waiting for an answer. “Yes, Master,” I manage to croak out.
“Good girl,” he replies, making a shiver run down my naked spine.
Mack
Mouthwatering. She is absolutely mouthwatering.
Her long porcelain white legs folded below her, her hourglass figure pulling into a waist I could fit my hands around before her full breasts take my breath away.
Her long auburn hair cascades down her back in rivulets, a few strands covering her slim bare shoulders.
She has a dusting of freckles that I want to see up closer than through a screen.
When I tear my eyes away from her sumptuous body, I am breathless by her beauty all over again.
Her eyes are like shimmering pools of green rimmed with a circumference of darker green.
Her small nose turns up only slightly and her red lips are parted.
I want to reach my hand through the screen and run the pads of my fingers along her flushed cheek, down her neck and to her rose pink nipples.
I want to dip my fingers between her legs and see if she’s wet for me.
I’m not sure where to look first, my eyes want to devour her, drink her in so that every inch of her pale perfect skin is etched into my mind so that when I see Sophie in my mind, this is what I see. All of her, compliant and open for me.
Fuck, she agreed to be my submissive. She’s doing what I’ve dreamt about from the minute I found out she couldn’t be mine.
But no more. Soon, soon she is going to be mine.
She’ll be sitting like this in my room, our room, looking up at me with those dreamy come-to-bed-with-me eyes.
Her auburn hair running down her back, her dark emerald eyes begging for instructions.
I’d be able to count her freckles in person.
Damn my cock is so hard for her it’s like a pulsing iron rod constrained in my jeans.
I can’t say I’m not used to it, I’m always hard around Sophie, but seeing her submissive for me, me.
Fuck this is what I have been missing out on.
The glory of basking in her giving herself over to me.
I don’t take this lightly, oh no, this is a gift and I will guard this gift with my life. And take care of her always.
“Suck your index and middle finger into your mouth,” I command and I watch in awe as Sophie lifts her hand to her mouth and sucks in the fingers, sucking them slowly like they were my cock.
My goddess is playing the game too. She knows what she’s doing as her eyes widen and she sucks them deep inside her wet mouth to the back of her throat.
I make no move but, inside, my cock is screaming for a release.
I can’t do that now, this is all about her, rewarding her for being compliant and doing as I’ve asked.
Everything is about Sophie, everything will always be about Sophie.
“Now touch yourself in the way you like to be touched.”
If Sophie is shocked, she doesn’t show it.
Slowly, seductively, she pulls her fingers out of her mouth inch by inch and lowers her hand, wiping the wetness on one nipple and then the other so that they glisten with her saliva and stand more taut and rigid than before.
What I wouldn’t give to lower my mouth to them right now and suck one into my mouth.
But I will do what I have always done, not least because I’m behind a screen, I watch.
I watch like I can’t tear my eyes away from the journey her fingers take to move through her pussy, coating herself with her own slick arousal and then settling on her sweet spot.
She slowly circles her clit. I hear a light hum of relief as she strokes herself in the way she likes to be touched.
I watch as her eyelids get heavy as she seeks out her own pleasure.
“Good girl, Sophie. Imagine me holding your hair in my fist as I suck and bite down your neck, marking you, taking you, owning you. You will give yourself to me at my command, I want your pleasure in every shape and form. I want to taste your lips on mine. I want my tongue to dance with yours. I want to eat your pussy and lap at your desire, I need you to be vibrating with need before I enter you. I will enter you, Sophie, make no mistake. But fuck, I need to taste your cream on my tongue, I need to inhale your scent and rub you over my body like my favourite aroma, my favourite flavour because that is what you are.”
Sophie’s eyes become glazed as her chest rises and falls as her nimble fingers work her clit like a musician.
I am so ready to hear her, I lean in to see every tiny passing expression that crosses her face as her mouth opens slightly and her head falls back as her orgasm rolls over her.
She lets out a soft moan which is the sweetest sound I have ever heard in my life: Sophie’s pleasure cry.
Her fingers stay at her clit as she slowly massages out the final waves of her sweet climax.
Her head straightens and she looks back at me, sated, a shy smile resting on her lips.
My girl deserves all her pleasures and doesn’t she make a demure little sex goddess.
Fuck I want to be there right now, scoop her up and take her to bed and worship her.
I know my cock needs to. But we need to stick to the plan.
“Place those pretty fingers into your pussy and show me what I am missing. Show me what I’m missing out on and what is mine.
” I watch with bated breath as Sophie’s fingers ease inside of her and reappear glistening.
“Taste yourself,” I say, barely keeping a hold on the insanity pulsing in my jeans.
The moment Sophie’s tongue peaks out to lick the length of her fingers before sucking them into her mouth, I know I have lost the waring battle of my mind versus my body as I feel my cock explode in my fucking jeans.
My sultry minx just pushed me into a whole new territory of desire that I didn’t even know was possible.
I groan at the sight of her tasting herself, wishing it were my lips wrapping around her fingers.
I manage to grit out, “When you wake in the morning, I want to see you. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Master.” The words on her lips have me sighing with relief, I am her Master now and she will see me in the way I’ve longed to see her.
“Good girl.”
I nod once and cut the connection, leaning back in my chair and tearing off the mask so I can rub my hands over my face. That was everything I could have dreamed of and more.
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The screen goes blank and I stare blinking back at the now Sophie-less screen.
Oh Sophie you are a goddess and your submission is just beautiful.
I had no idea this level of dominance could make her open into such a beautiful wildflower.
What have I been missing out on my whole life?
I thought I was missing out on her because she didn’t take my type of jobs, but I should have found out what jobs she enjoyed and tried something different.
I should have been more flexible, I see that now.
Watching her on her knees, my god. Imagining she was on her knees for me, I finally pull myself out of my track pants and stroke the length of myself to the vision of Sophie playing with herself, tasting herself.
I will never be able to unsee that vision of her for as long as I live.
She was magnificent. She is going to be mine.