Page 45 of Without Bound
“And what’s wrong with that?” I steady the phone in my hand and slowly pull down one strap of my bra, letting it hang off my shoulder.
“Anais. What are you doing?” he asks.
“Just getting comfortable.” My voice teases as I drop the strap on the other side.
I spot my small monogrammed pillow in the corner of my bed, and lean over to get it. I know my boobs are magnified on the screen, and I get giddy thinking about what his face looks like.
I adjust the pillow and set the phone against it, checking the distance to make sure that most of my body can be seen.
“That’s better,” I say with a sigh.
“How is that better, and what is it better for?”
“It’s better for me to do this.” I reach around my back and unclasp my bra.
It slides down my arms and I toss it aside. I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Next, I carefully wiggle my hips and guide my lace panties over my butt, thighs, and down my legs until they hang from my toes. I kick my leg, sending them lofting through the air. When I sit back against the pillows, my knees are pressed tightly together, hiding my wet pussy from his view.
“You’re trying to kill me?” he chokes out.
“No. Just trying to make you feel good. Since I can’t do it in person, I figured this is the next best thing.” I drop my knees open, letting them hang open, and giving him the perfect view of where I wish he was right now.
I stick two fingers in my mouth, soaking them with saliva, and slowly slide them down my body. I spread my lips wide, then begin rubbing up and down my seam. I flick my clit and feel the spark rush through my veins. I moan and let my head fall back.
“Anais. Look at me,” he demands.
I lift my head and stare straight into his eyes, waiting to see what he’ll say next.
“Seems like you wanna play games. Then let’s play.” This time I’m the one swallowing down my nerves. “Put two fingers into that wet pussy of yours.”
I circle my opening a couple of times, then plunge two fingers deep inside. I slide them in and out then still when he says, “Enough.”
My eyes pop open and he growls. “Taste them. Tell me what you taste like? I need to know.”
I pull my fingers out, hooking them as I do and gathering up all the dampness. I show him just how wet I am, then slowly lick my fingers. I lick up one side then part them, darting my tongue between them.
“How does it taste?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.
“Musky and a little sweet. You should come try it for yourself,” I tease.
“I can’t. This is already too far.” My face falls when he says that, making me believe that this is all it will ever be. “Rub those wet fingers over your nipples.”
I do just as he’s instructed and watch the camera shake as he fidgets in his seat. When the phone finally stills, I see the camera flip. The next thing I see is his impossibly big and hard cock, his hand sliding up and down.
“Look what you’ve done, Ms. De La Cruz. We’re going to need to do something about it.”
“Yes Coach Michaels. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck your hand, you naughty girl. Let me see those fingers slide in and out of that tight little cunt.”
The words don’t even finish spilling from his mouth before I’m doing just that. I lean back on my hand then use the other to pump in and out of me, my palm pressing against my clit. As badly as I want to close my eyes and get lost in the feel, they stay glued to my screen as he jacks himself harder and faster.
“God I want to fuck you so bad. Feel how tight you are.” His groans spur on my moans and have me moving deeper.
I need more so I take a third finger and insert it. I’m tight and it stretchesme wide.
“Then fuck me, Bishop. You can have me.” My body tingles as I draw closer to release.
“I can’t have you, butterfly. You’re not mine to keep and that’s exactly what I’d want to do.” I can hear his shallow breaths.
