Page 8 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

God, I love this man.

“Goddamnit Heather, someday you’re going to kill me,” his eyes are going up and down and side to side, still looking all over me on his screen.

I don’t answer him and say I feel the same, I just arch my back up a little, putting myself on display for him.

“Did you enjoy my video, pretty girl?” He asks again, his voice getting that velvet roughness I love so much.

“Yes, Sir,” I give him a sweet smile.

“And what did you do when you watched it?” I can see his Adam’s apple going up and down. Damn, I could lick it all over and still want more.

“I… I…,” I stutter. I can feel my face heating up and I look down not able to look at him anymore. I had a flash image in my mind when he called me, picturing myself as a vixen, teasing him, making him want me more. For once turning the tables and have him in my mercy, but my boldness dies a quick death and I’m unable to go through with it.

“Now, now, pretty girl,” he chastises me. “Don’t be shy, tell me.”

I don’t say anything; just keep my eyes fixed on my bellybutton.

“Okay,” he sighs. I look back at the screen and see he’s wearing a devilish smile, “if you won’t tell me, then show me.”

“What?” He’s not thinking what I can clearly see written all over his face, is he?

“Show me what you did when you watched me jerking off while thinking of you,” he repeats, pushing his chair away from his desk a little, giving me a view of all of him sitting in front of his desk and unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt and leaning back, getting himself comfortable and waiting for me to do as I’ve been told. His right hand goes to his chin and he leans his head in it, never looking away from the screen, but I know what that means. He’s settling in for the show. The show he expects from me. He made me do the same thing over and over again. Well, not the same, it usually involved me stripping down, or crawling towards him, or just kneeling in front of him, before he had his way with me. Just the anticipation and memory of all our times before has my skin tingling. The anticipation of what he has in mind this time has my clit pulsing almost painfully, my legs shifting restlessly. But I can’t crumble that easily. I won’t show him to which extent he has me in his command just yet. “How about I make a video of my own, just for you?” I purr and make my counteroffer. I know I’m only adding fuel to the fire, still I can’t help myself. I want him rattled as much as I am.

“No,” he waves his hand like he’s swatting a fly away, dismissing me. “You’ll chicken out and I want to know. I want to see.” I watch as his eyes trace something on the screen, but I’m too distracted by his hand going to his crotch and squeezing the outline of his hard dick, making it stand out more in his slacks.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he whispers his encouragement for me to touch my skin. I didn’t even realize when my fingers started gliding along my skin. Starting from my side, they sneaked their way up and are now playing with the lacy edge of my bra. “Take it out,” he commands. God, it’s like the first time we were together, him controlling my every move. I’m too entranced to do anything but to listen and do what he wants. But now I won’t do exactly what he says, not right away. Instead of obeying him, I tilt my head and lean to the screen a little, closer to the camera. On my next swipe from edge to the edge of my cup, I catch the lace only with my index finger right at the middle and pull down just a little, showing him a flash of my nipple.

“Heather,” Nick tilts his head back and swallows when I let the fabric go and he can no longer see my nipple.

“Yes, Sir?” I breathe my question. God, I’m so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if the sheet under me has a wet pool on it. I can feel ever thread, every fiber of the old sheets scratching on my legs as I move my body trying to get closer to him even knowing it won’t help.

“Stop playing around, pretty girl. I need to see you,” he hisses. His hand goes down and like a hawk I track its every move, anticipating what he’ll do next. When his hand goes to the zipper of his pants and the tiny metallic sounds fills my speakers, I lose my breath. “I wish I could rip that fucking bra off you,” he continues to torture me with the slow movements of his hand, which is now inside his pants. “I wish I could lick your nipple, take it into my mouth and bite it so you could feel the fracture of the pain you’re causing me by letting me wait to see you and denying me ability to touch you.”

I don’t answer him. I lose all ability to speak the moment he pulls his rock hard cock out of his pants.

“Pretty girl?” I can hear the laughter in his voice, but I don’t care. I watch his hand going slowly up and down his hard shaft, the little circle he makes with his thumb at the top makes my mouth pool with saliva.

God, I can almost feel him in my mouth, can almost taste the sweet and salty taste of his cum.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans as I take my bra off and squeeze my breasts trying to relieve the pain. But it’s to no use.

My hand goes down my belly, my own touch evoking goosebumps on my skin.

“Nick,” I moan when he squeezes his cock, making the vein become thicker, giving the illusion of pulsating. Getting the same reaction from my clit.

“Pull your panties to the side, I want to see your pussy,” he whispers, his breathing shallow and fast. Just like mine.

I do as he says, laying sideways on the bed so he could see all of me, so he can see what his words are doing to me and immediately can feel how wet I am. Just the fleeting touch of my fingers causes me to arch my back and moan loudly, “Nick.”

“I’m right here, baby,” he says gently not looking away from my fingers.

“I wish you were here,” I say just as I give a little swirl to my clit, sending the shockwaves all through my body.

“Come home and I’ll be the one to touch you, you don’t have to do it yourself,” he half groans, half commands. But I can’t come up with a single word to say to him. Watching his hand gaining momentum, going faster up and down his cock, I mimic his movements and rub little circles just as fast.

“Fuck,” he explodes as I plunge my two fingers inside my pussy. Not able to keep my eyes open any longer, regretting that I’m going to miss a single second of looking at him, I close my eyes and watch a million and one colors burst behind my eyelids while my body convulses with the beautiful sensation.

“I’m coming,” I wanted to tell him I love him. I wanted to tell him I miss him. I wanted to tell him he’s doing all this to me. But the only sound that comes out of my mouth next is the loud scream as I climb the height only Nick can give me as I come.