It’s something I’ll never forget.
How I truly saw you that day.
Lounging, completely naked, in bed.
Knowing you were away on a work retreat.
Knowing you had to work.
But you didn’t want to.
You lay there. On your stomach. Grey eyes catching the daylight streaming in from the hotel window and glistening with mischief.
How you tried to talk but the cute lil blue vibe buried in your cunt – the vibe I controlled from my phone, sending through patterns controlled by my touch – sent you stammering, moaning, giggling.
There we laid together – a whole state apart, hours from each other, but connected. The moment shared. Nakedness shared. Giggles shared.
I wonder if you know just how mad you drove me. How badly I wanted you. How achingly hard I was for you.
How surreal it all seemed, you being lit by the morning, the curves of your tits hidden away by the sheet, that post-orgasm smile on your face. Touching your lips.
And that tether, still between us. Who says I can’t command you from online? From that far away? Certainly not you, my own little fuck toy – do you know how many times you’ve said ‘Okay, I should reaaaally get some work done?’ — But then you moan and you ride that little vibe with the patterns I’ve sent you like a good little whore.
How did you feel when you first checked into your hotel room, when you knew you had to call me. Did you know I was going to ask you to slip out of your black and white little dress? Did you know how badly I wanted to see what underwear I picked out for you, that I missed seeing you slip into for the flight over to the retreat. That faint pink lace underwear…fuck.
You made me ridiculously hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from you, mesmerised by the primal being coming out of you. The side you show to only me. The side that’s been clawing to get out but sometimes just has no outlet, is always pushed back for work, for life. But now is here and loose. I marvel at your spirit, it fuels me, drives me. And you won’t be done till I say you’re done, till your clit aches, till your legs wobble, till you can’t take anymore. Can’t talk anymore.
My only regret was I couldn’t be there. I couldn’t claim that little pussy for myself. To roll you on all fours, to admire your pussy from behind, belonging to me, to growl into a bite I take out of your ass, to ease my cock all the way into you and feel how wet I’ve made you. How wet you have been through all our texts. If you close your eyes now and imagine, can you feel me sliding deep into you? Go on. Try. The thought of you squirming makes me grin. But seriously, try to imagine. Now.
There’s a good girl. Thank you for coming back to me.
How did you feel when, after a third orgasm, you wanted to shower but I wouldn’t let you go. Not without keeping that toy there, not without ordering you to come once more, right there, your back to the shower wall, legs buckling, squeezing your nipples and pinching them for me. I loved seeing your little grin, knowing you were thinking it was my hand, my fingers rolling and stretching your nipple. I love knowing that you can hide it to everyone just how much of a horny girl you are but deep in your alone time, when no one but yourself is present, you come to that fantasy, to that idea. To me and my words. To our shared world.
Maybe, just maybe, you’re more of a dutiful slave than you realise. Did that ever cross your mind? How deep those slutty, needy, impulses go? Because that’s what I saw when you came in the shower. That’s what I saw before that, when you rolled on your back, lifting your hips into the toy for your greedy cunt. I saw the smile across that wet, fuckable lips that knew she was a slave.
Do you remember how you felt when I told you to describe just how you imagined us? Me running my cock between your tits, teasing you with a titty fucking, me sliding my cock against your lips, teasing you with being fucked. And reading this now, what do you want? Where do you want me to mark you? Claim you? Your ass? Your mouth? Your tits? Do you want me to come on your tits the next time I pick you up from the airport? I’ll mark you right there in that car park, right down your dress and watch you squirm.
Don’t forget I own your cute ass. I’ll see you when you get back home.
