She opened her eyes to watch him.
“Do you feel me, Beautiful?” he whispered. “I’m rock hard for you right now. I want to turn you around and bend you over, and fuck you till you can’t see.” Had his voice not been so soft, almost tender, his words may have come through the monitor as vulgar.
Instead, she found herself doing the unthinkable. She lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts, excited, and she felt like the most powerful being in the universe when the air left him in a soft gasp. The look on his face was something she’d never seen before. Was it because it was him? Or was it her? Did it matter?
~Stella (a working title)