Just his voice sets me gasping. My juices are beginning to tickle the top of my backside. Everything throbs. “I can’t believe you’re here.” The words seep through my lips. “Can I see you? Let me see you.”
“Keep your eyes closed.” His words are like silk. They wrap around my body, over my face, forming a veil of desire over my words. “I want you to do exactly as I tell you.”
“Yes.” My affirmation is nothing more than a whisper. My body feels incapable of articulating anything more coherent right now.
“Suck your fingers. One by one. Slowly. I want to see them wet.”
I do as he asks, drawing saliva up onto my tongue with difficulty, trying to keep my breathing even—how do I make my mouth sexy for him? I can barely breathe at all. But I manage, sucking each finger until they’re drenched for him.
“Good girl. Show me your wrist. Show me. Twist in that chain for me. I want to know you are properly tied to that bed.”