Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

My heart soars that he likes what he sees enough to confirm we’re still on for the weekend. I slide the second strap off my shoulder and let the satin camisole fall down to my hips. “Squeeze your nipple. Imagine it’s me pulling it with my teeth.” My clit throbs at the order. I pinch one bud and stretch it a little, sending a shockwave of pleasure across my nerves. Biting down on my bottom lip, I breathe quicker. The muscles of my core pulse and my folds become slick. Marius leans forward, and my other nipple tightens under his attention. “Slide your leg to the side like a good girl.” There’s a command in his voice that sounds like he’s accustomed to getting nothing but obedience. Before it even registered that he’s asking me to show him my pussy, I open my legs, exposing myself to the camera. A cool draft swirls across the studio, brushing over my heated skin like a caress. I would never do anything so risky, but the presence of this stranger gives me a peculiar sense of security. “That’s it,” he growls. My heart soars at his praise. “Did you get horny, thinking of me?” he asks. Heat blooms across my cheeks. Right now, I’m weak to his masculine allure. The part of me that doesn’t want to admit to being so needy takes control. I shake my head. “Liar,” he says. “Not with your cunt so glistening and wet. Why else would you call me on video chat while not wearing knickers?”