Page 59 of Redeem Me

‘Hello?’

‘What are you reading?’

Her head snaps up as she scans the room for the camera, homing in on the tiny circle above the balcony doors. ‘Are you spying on me?’

‘I’m admiring you.’

‘If you wanted to see me, you could video call like anormal person,’ she complains, but her smile doesn’t waver. ‘Were you hoping for a show?’ I watch on the iPad as she tosses her Kindle on the table next to the bed.

‘No. I told you; no one touches you but me.’

I watch as her chin juts out. ‘Remind me how far away you are again.’

A low growl reverberates in the back of my throat. ‘You promised. We had a deal. I’m the only one who gets to make you come.’

‘Why?’ Ivy taps the screen of her phone, placing me on speaker before tossing it next to her Kindle. Her fingers skim over the tops of her shoulders, sliding down each of the thin straps of her top, one by one.

‘Because I want you to be so desperate for a release by the time I get home, your slickness is sliding down your legs and your pussy is weeping for me.’

‘It always is,’ Ivy murmurs. ‘No matter how many times I get myself off, it doesn’t compare to having your mouth, your fingers, or your cock.’ Her fingers skim lower over her chest, tugging off her top and flinging it to the floor. Her big, beautiful breasts are on full display. I’m tempted to lick the screen.

‘Ivy,’ I warn her, as her palms brush over each pert nipple.

‘Let me show you what I do to myself when I think about you,’ she pants.

My cock thickens in my boxers. ‘No fucking way, Ivy. That’s cheating.’

‘It’s not,’ she argues.

‘I want all your pleasure. Every single drop of it.’

‘There’s plenty more.’ Her hand sinks lower, and she flips back the duvet. ‘I want you to see.’ The little brat hasn’t got any panties on and all I can see is inch after inch of creamy, flawless skin.

‘Are you trying to torture me?’ I hiss, torn betweenwanting to watch her get herself off and an irrational need to be theonlyone to get her off.

‘You’re already tortured, remember? I’m just trying to tease. Call it foreplay for when you get home.’ Her legs fall open and her hand sinks between them. She stares at the camera defiantly before her eyes roll up in pleasure. Pleasure which I would be giving her, if I wasn’t stuck here. ‘If you don’t want to watch me come hard, imagining it’s your hand between my legs, then I suggest you turn off the camera.’

‘Ivy,’ I bite out. This wasn’t the deal and as much as I want to watch her, I’m still going to punish her for this. Punish her for turning me on when I can’t touch her.

‘Touch yourself, Tortured,’ she urges. ‘Pretend it’s my hand wrapped around the base of your big, beautiful cock, and in a few days, it will be.’

‘Horny little brat. Have you got no sense of control?’ I hiss.

‘Not when it comes to you.’ Her hand moves up and down in languid strokes.

‘You are in so much trouble,’ I mutter, even as I slide my hand inside the waistband of my underwear. ‘I’m going to punish you for breaking our agreement.’

‘I prefer the term “negotiating” rather than “breaking”,’ she says with a smirk, rolling a nipple between her fingers with her left hand, while her right hand slides inside herself.

I pump my cock, watching her as tiny cat-like mews slip from her lips. ‘How wet are you?’

‘Soaking,’ she rasps. ‘I wish you were here.’

‘So do I.’ I watch as her eyelids close and the strokes of her fingers get faster.

‘Take your hand away, Ivy,’ I demand, jealous of her hand.

‘Make me,’ she pants, her pelvis jerking from the bed as she cries out in pure primal pleasure.

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