Light, thready breathing.
“Please, mistress…”Dear fucking God, the growl of his voice was an aphrodisiac. “Please, let me cum…fuck, I’m—” A sound escaped him—this low, frustrated whimper. The sound of something feral quickly unraveling. It sent a shudder through me, my nipples hardening into tight knots under my shirt. He continued to narrate, his voice strained: “I’m dripping down my stomach. You’ve officially made me insane with desire. Every stroke makes me—mm.” His breath hitched. I imagined his hand sliding up his cock, curling around that sensitive head. “Makes me lose a little more control. I don’t think I can hold back…much longer…”
Holyfuck. That wasn’t begging. That was poetry. His sweet moans, the heavy, thick desperation in his voice…the way his breath caught every time he hit a sweet spot.
I replayed the message again, but this time I stretched out and slid my fingers underneath my waistband. I was soaked. Completely.
The ache was borderline unbearable. It was time to do something about that.
I reached into my bedside drawer. I pulled out myfavorite toy—a magic wand with a heavy-duty, vibrating head. I took off my panties, propped the phone on the table beside me, and nestled the toy between my legs. Then I reached over and hitrecord a voice note.
“Don’t touch,” I told him. “Just listen.”
I flipped on the vibrator. I was so turned on, even the low level vibrations sent pleasure whipping through me. I didn’t hold back—I turned it up. I moaned into it, allowing myself to enjoy the sweet hum of the toy against my sensitive, swollen clit. My legs closed around it and I tilted my head back, closing my eyes.
“It’s too bad you’re such a brat,” I told him. I could hear the breathiness in my voice as I arched against the toy, softly riding it. “If you were a good boy…you might be here. Worshipping my pussy with your good-boy tongue. Instead, you’re all alone…gripping your sheets…leaking…aching…as you get to listen to this toy make me feel…” A jolt of pleasure made me gasp. “So…fucking…good…”
I teased myself, rolling the vibrating head over my slippery slit. I let myself moan and whimper andenjoy itfor a full minute before I paused to hitsend.
I waited for him to listen to the voice note. He came back with:
DoriNYC:
I’m making that my fucking ring tone.
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. A laugh that quickly turned into a moan.
God. I’d hardly started playing myself and, already, I was so close.
Maybe I really was enjoying this domination thing more than I realized.
I hitrecordagain. I massaged the vibrator between my legs. “Go ahead,” I said. “Take your cock in your hand. Strokeit. Stroke it just how you like it. And then…when you can’t take it anymore…push yourself further.” I bit my lip. My legs were shaking around the vibrator, the image of him struggling against his hand almost pushing me over the edge. A whine escaped me. The pleasure was making me dizzy, building, threatening to burst…and I finally relented.
“Cum, pet. Now. Let me hear you.”
I cut the vibrations. Even after I turned the toy off, my cunt was still buzzing, hanging on the edge. I hitsendand waited for his reply.
Aping. Another voice note.
I hitplayat the same time I pushed the button on the vibrator. It sprung back to life, immediately making my eyes roll back. My heels dug into my mattress. I closed my eyes and sawhim. Working himself over in his bed. That scruffy jaw tilted back. Those full lips parted in a moan. The muscles in his arm working. The grip of that strong, large hand as it slid up and down his dripping monster cock. He sounded so close—as though he were right in the bed beside me. Stroking himself. Panting in my ear. I heard his breath get quick. Then quicker. He let out a low curse: “Oh,fuck, Dove?—”
My vibrator buzzed mercilessly right up against my clit. I shouted as I came with him, my hips lifting off the bed. My body burst with hard, tight pulses. I thrashed with pleasure, rolling onto my stomach, and I found myself riding the vibrator.
I put his voice note on repeat. I listened to the way he moaned my name over and over as I came a second time, and then a third. Drooling into my pillow. Rocking against the sweet buzzing buddy until I was aching with the pleasure of it all.
I turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. I caught my breath. Spots of light danced in front of my vision. My phonewas still replaying Dorian’s moans as he came until I finally pulled myself together enough to tap the screen, silencing him.
Christ. Had I ever come that hard before?
Definitely not in the past year.
Definitely not with Shawn.
My phone blinked. One unread message. I clicked it open.
DoriNYC:
Thank you, mistress.
