Chapter 57 Leticia
LETICIA
MY FIRST …
“Good night, Royal.” I do as I’m told and hang up the phone.
I swear to God I’m possessed. There’s got to be some sort of demon inside me making me crave all these dirty things, especially because I keep saying them out loud.
In the dark, I stare up at my phone screen, lying on my back. Gonna drop it on my face doing this.
I roll to my side, and it buzzes with a notification.
Royal:
IMG.01
My first dick pic! I’m quick to open it up.
And I can’t tell if he’s trying to be funny or if this is really what a dick pic is.
It’s quite obviously his penis. It’s hard, veiny, and looks like what I saw before.
But . . . I turn off the screen, not wanting to live through the I told you so just yet.
He was right. This doesn’t feel anywhere near as exciting as I was hoping. I wanted to feel close to him. I was expecting to see something erotic that would help me quench the growing thirst for him.
My arm has been bugging me, and I don’t know why I thought an orgasm would be the answer to make it feel better.
My phone buzzes again. And I tip it up, squinting through the darkness at the screen.
Royal:
VID.01
Hesitantly, I click play.
Royal is stroking himself. He’s no longer standing; he’s lying or sitting in bed with his legs stretched out.
I pause the video and pull the covers up close around me before I turn the volume on.
Not loud, well aware that I’m not alone in this house, even if Royal claims the soundproofing is enough.
This . . . this feels dirty and yet exciting.
In just the half second I saw, I immediately know it’s what I was yearning for.
I back the video up and, with the volume on, hit play.
“Fuck, Leticia. Do you see how hard you make me?” Royal’s voice is gravelly, deep and heavy.
The movements of his hand on his shaft are mesmerizing, and I catch the glint of pre-cum forming at the head. My mouth goes dry wanting to taste him again.
“I know you’re thinking about how good it feels when we’re together,” Royal murmurs. “Touch yourself for me, wife. Get yourself wet and watch as I come for you.”
I’m hot under his thick covers, and the video pauses when another message notification beeps.
I click out to look at it.
Royal:
Want more?
My fingers shake as I type out the three letters.
Leticia:
Yes
Royal:
I feel like I should ask this time.
I know I’ve already seen you touch yourself. But I should get better about consent. Is it okay if I watch you play?
I want to see my wife come.
Play. I love how he makes this fun and not so serious. It’s play. It’s fun.
Leticia:
I don’t mind.
For a second, the bubbles show that he’s typing, but they stop and then my phone rings instead.
I answer it, not needing to double-check that it’s him calling.
“Come out from under the covers. Fuck.” His breathing is heavy. “Fuck.”
I push back the covers. The room is still dark-ish, the low glow from the electronic lights filling the space.
“Strip for me, gorgeous.” Royal moans, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “You have no idea how hard I am for you. I miss being inside you.”
My breath catches. Why is that so hot? Hot and relatable. My pussy squeezes like it’s looking for his cock but comes up empty.
I sit up on the bed, pulling his T-shirt out from under my butt, then off over the top of my head, and down around my cast-covered arm. Next, I shimmy my underwear down my legs before kicking them off to land on the floor somewhere.
“How’s that?” I ask, looking around the room, trying to figure out where the camera is.
“The camera is one of my security cameras. It’s on top of my computer stack, but don’t worry about me. It’s enough to just have a little look at you,” Royal says softly. “Do you see why a dick pic is grossly overrated?”
I reach for my earbuds on the nightstand, and Royal waits while I tuck them into my ears.
Lying back on the bed, I slowly trail my fingers down my body. I don’t know the first thing about being sexy, so I try to remember how Royal touched me. “It definitely wasn’t what I wanted.”
“Did you like what you did get?” His voice wavers lightly.
“I did. Though . . . I’d really like to see . . .”
“See what, Leticia?” He hums. “Be a good girl, say the words, and I’ll give you everything I can.”
“Can I see you come?”
I can’t believe those words just came from my mouth. It’s shameful, but it’s not like we aren’t married. And it’s not like we haven’t had sex before. But why is it so hard to ask?
“Lie back and play with my pretty little pussy, and I’ll send you a video of me coming. But you have to promise to make yourself come lying right where you are right now.” Royal doesn’t hesitate to coach me through this experience with him.
I lie back as he instructed. It’s a little awkward using my opposite hand to trail my fingers down my body and between my legs. I send them straight to my clit in search of relief.
My body jolts at the touch, but I settle into the feeling of pleasure.
“Don’t be so shy, gorgeous. Let me see you. Enjoy yourself for me. That’s it, doesn’t it feel good?” His voice is low and gravelly.
I wonder if the irises of his eyes are gold like I’d seen them before. I pet my clit, working over the small nub, feeling myself grow wetter, but I fumble as I get closer.
“What was that huff about?” He hums, waiting for me to respond.
“Nothing, it’s just weird using this hand. I’ll make it work.” I hate the frustration ruining the moment between us and try to refocus.
“Then let me take over,” he says unhelpfully from the other side of the world.
“I don’t want to wait until you come home,” I grumble and slide my hand away from my center, defeated.
“Leticia.” Something about the way he says my name has me looking up to the security camera. The watched feeling intensifies as he pauses. “Gorgeous girl, I have a whole box of toys perfect for us to play with. Can you open my toy cabinet?”
I push my way out of bed.
“Damn, your ass is perfect.” Royal’s voice is breathy in my ear.
The compliment flames my cheeks as I open the compartment. “Okay, I’m looking at the toys.”
“The second one from the left or the third one from the right. I can control either of those with my phone. Pick whichever one feels right for you.” Whatever bed or cot he’s lying on creaks as Royal adjusts.
I look between the two toys, not even sure really what they do. I grab the one on the right. It’s teal and smaller overall.
“Excellent choice,” Royal murmurs. “Press and hold the top button, and it’ll turn on with a little burst of vibration. Then it’ll stop. When you lie back on the bed, insert the larger end, and the smaller nub should press against your clit.”
I follow his instructions by pressing the button to turn it on. Despite his warning, the vibration startles me as it comes to life in my hand. Then it stills as if waiting patiently for me.
Back in bed, it’s another kind of awkward inserting the toy, but it isn’t as big as Royal, so I know I can take it.
“Oh.” I gasp as it effortlessly slides in, surprised by how wet I am. My pussy clenches around it, and I feel some of the relief I’ve been chasing.
“Feel good?” When I don’t respond, Royal seems alarmed. “Talk to me, Leticia.”
“Good. I didn’t expect it to feel so good. But it’s not you,” I pant.
“It’s so sexy hearing that you want me. I love knowing that you trust me to take care of you.” He’s smiling. I can just tell by his voice. “Now, lie back, relax, and let me take control.”
“I still want to see you come,” I moan.
“Yes, gorgeous, you can see me come.” Royal laughs. A second later, the toy vibrates inside me. I twitch, startled. “We’ll go nice and slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Mmhmm.” I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling and adjusting to it.
The nub against my clit starts to vibrate, and my whole body shivers. I squeeze my legs together, the feeling so good.
“Royal.” I try to caution him. “That feels almost too good.”
“So sensitive. I love that.” Royal groans, and the vibration lessens. “I’ve turned it down a little, make it harder for you to come. I’ll leave the setting right there. I’m hanging up to start sending you videos. Are you ready to watch what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I gasp while trying not to move, but each breath I take shifts the toy just a little bit, and I’m struggling to wait to come.
“I’ll talk to you in a little bit, gorgeous.” He hangs up, and I pick up my phone, waiting for the first message to come in.
It takes longer than I expected. But when the video comes in, it’s almost a full minute long.
Royal is lying just like he was before. His hand is wrapped around his cock, and he moves it slowly. The movement isn’t straight up and down but in a curve, wrapping and turning around his cock as it works up and down.
My muscles tense, and the vibrations of the toy feel more amplified.
I let out a slow breath, watching him and listening to his heavy breathing.
“Fuck, Leticia. You’ve got me so hard. Every time we play, I’m so hard it hurts.” He squeezes the head of his cock a little bit, and his hips buck up into his hand.
The memory of his hips bucking into me like that sends a wave of pleasure through my body. I moan, and Royal lets out a low groan at the same time.
Stupid assignment halfway around the world. I want him so bad.
I’m nearly drooling as I watch his hand work around his shaft. A bead of fluid forms on the head, and he wipes it away with his thumb. I have a feral idea that I want to be the one to lick it away.
I swallow hard.
Another message comes in just as the first video finishes.
Without hesitating, I click into the new video.
Royal’s hand is moving faster in this one, his hips still thrusting up into his hand.
“Leticia. Fuck, I’m going to come. I want to be inside you so bad.” His voice is growly.
I squeeze my legs together. The vibrations intensify, and I draw a sharp breath. I feel like I’m on the verge of an orgasm right there with him.
He lets out a stifled yell, and cum practically explodes out of his cock, coating his stomach in short bursts. He groans and keeps working himself until he finishes.
I can’t hold myself back any longer. Realizing how tightly I’m gripping my phone, I drop it on the bed beside me. Every one of my muscles is tense, and I fall over the edge all at once. It cycles through my body, radiating out from my core. I writhe under the intensity of it.
“Royal,” I call out, knowing he can hear me through the camera. I swear the vibrations get more intense, drawing out the pleasure. “Royal!”
I’m trying to relax as my orgasm wanes, but it’s too much. I’m nearly overstimulated. My body tightens, and another orgasm rolls through me. I arch into it, holding myself together by a thread before it snaps.
I lose track of what I say, moan, or incoherently babble. My body feels too good to focus. The vibrations start to lessen, and finally, I collapse into a heap on the sheets.
After a couple minutes, my phone rings next to me, and I fumble picking it up. “Hello?”
“Gorgeous. I’m hard again after watching you come.” Royal’s voice is practically a purr. “You did amazing for me. It was so intense watching you come all over that toy.”
His praise relaxes my body further, and I slump into the bed. “So good. Your videos, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I’m so glad my wife likes what she sees.” He sounds like he’s smiling.
I pull the phone away from my ear and press the video button.
A second later, his face comes into view. “Such a good girl. Let me stay on the line while you get cleaned up, then you can get a little post-orgasm nap in.”
He talks me through removing the toy. It’s like he reads my mind, knowing about the tiny hint of shame wiggling at the back of my brain. Royal continues to praise me, saying how sexy I was and that he’s proud of me.
By the time I lie back down and we’ve said goodbye, I miss him like crazy, but I feel closer to him than ever before.