4. April 11th

APRIL 11TH

TB

What the fuckam I doing?

This was possibly the dumbest thing he'd ever done. But was he going to stop?

"Fuck, no," he said to no one.

TB shifted his six-foot-seven, two-hundred-forty-pound frame in his desk chair. His hand swiped through his dark brown, mussed hair and scratched the back of his head. That same hand came back to cradle his face, palm holding his chin, and he leaned his elbow on the desktop as his green eyes stared intently at the screen. Absently, he used his other hand to adjust his hardening cock at the thought of what he was about to do.

Sitting up straight, hands flying over the keys, he went back to typing in the chat box.

LOBO: Is it off?

There were a few moments before she replied.

FLAME:Yes, Sir.

LOBO: Lie on your side, facing your computer.

LOBO: Get comfortable.

LOBO:Are you ready?

FLAME: No.

LOBO: Relax, princess. I promise to take good care of you.

LOBO:Being a submissive is about freedom. When you give your pleasure over to your Dom, you allow yourself to just feel. You don't have to worry about making things happen, what speed they happen at, or anything else.

LOBO: If something becomes too much, use your safe word. I will stop immediately. We'll talk. Discuss why you needed to use the word. Honestly.

LOBO: If you use your safe word, once we've talked, then we discuss if we're to proceed and in what direction.

LOBO:The word is not to be used lightly. It's for you to use when you're feeling distress beyond nervousness or embarrassment. When something is truly beyond what you can handle.

LOBO: This is an honor situation as I'm unable to see you, but I trust that you will use it if needed.

LOBO: I'm going to tell you exactly what I would do if we were in your bed together right now. Your hands are going to be my hands, so I want you to do as they do. Can you do that?

FLAME: Yes, Sir.

LOBO:Excellent.

LOBO: Imagine that I'm lying behind you, and your head is pillowed on my bicep underneath you.

LOBO: You're pulled so tightly to me, you can feel my hard cock between your ass cheeks.

LOBO:I slide my top hand across your collarbone, trailing my fingers down into the valley between your breasts.

LOBO: My fingers scrape ever so gently across the skin.

LOBO:I slowly slide my fingertips between your breast and the material that covers it.

LOBO:Cupping your breast, I squeeze firmly but not painfully so, kneading your warm, soft flesh.

LOBO:My hand slides to the underside of your breast, taking its weight in my palm, and my thumb brushes back and forth across your nipple until it comes to a hard point.

LOBO: I turn you on your back, lowering my mouth to your breast.

LOBO:The tip of my tongue reaches out to taste your nipple, and I swirl it all the way around the nub before covering it with my lips.

LOBO: The scruff of my closely shaved beard rasps against the soft skin of your breast, turning it a light pink.

LOBO:My teeth gently bite down on the nub, giving you just a bit of pain. I can taste your skin beginning to perspire, a combination of your arousal and our body heat.

Oh, yeah, this is a terrible idea. I'm hard as a rock.

LOBO:Letting go of your breast, I trail my hand down the center of your body. My teeth let go of your nipple, and I swipe my tongue gently across the tortured nub, softly blowing air across it to ease the sting from my love bite.

LOBO:My fingers drag down to the warmth between your legs. They slide flat against your mound, cupping you through your nightgown with just a bit of pressure to let you know where my hand really wants to be.

LOBO: Slowly, I inch the skirt up your legs, taking one handful of the material at a time, prolonging the anticipation as I pull until your panties are exposed.

LOBO: I rise up from your side on the bed, slipping to my knees between your legs.

LOBO: I slide your panties slowly down your legs, dragging them to your knees, raising your legs straight up in the air.

LOBO: I keep dragging that scrap of silk over your calves, past your ankles, over your toes, then drop them to the floor beside the bed.

LOBO:Resting both of your legs on my shoulder, I smooth my calloused hands up and down your calves and thighs, each time getting closer and closer to that pretty pussy that you've shaved smooth for me.

LOBO: I bring your legs down, and I lie down behind you again, dragging your top leg over mine, spreading you wide open for me.

LOBO:My long, thick middle finger slides inside of you to feel the walls of your pussy squeeze around me.

LOBO: Then I curve it up to find your G-spot, the palm of my hand firmly against your clit, the heel of my hand putting pressure on your pelvic bone.

He groaned out loud. Normally, he could engage in any sort of dirty talk without letting his control slip, but there was something about tonight that was different.

You were stuck with no one but Nerdboy and Demon for the past fifty-two days, guarding your boss as he got his freak on with Kubrick. Of course you're horny. Any woman would have brought about this reaction after that long. You just need some release, and everything will go back to normal.

He ignored the other voice in his head, telling him he was an idiot if he believed that nonsense.

LOBO:I add a second finger, thrusting in and out of your channel, groaning at the sounds of your slick insides, readying for your orgasm.

LOBO: I start to whisper in your ear. I tell you how beautiful you are. Praise you for trusting me. Compliment you for being such a good girl, letting me please you like this.

LOBO:I describe how slick you feel to me as I slide in a third finger. I can smell your arousal in the air. Your skin is flushing, and you feel warm from the inside out.

LOBO:I feel your body start to tighten, but I'm not ready for you to come yet, so I slide my fingers from your body and drag your fluids up to your clit.

LOBO: My touch is barely there as I tease it out of your hood with light circles.

LOBO:You arch your back to try and get more pressure to the spot, but I keep you pulled tight back against me, my other arm around your waist, my hand splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place.

LOBO: I can't resist. I dip my fingers back into your sweet pussy, capturing more of that sugar on my fingertips, and then I bring my fingers up to my mouth.

LOBO:I reach out my tongue to taste you on my hand.

LOBO:You taste so good. The flavor explodes on my tongue, your scent traveling up to my nose and weaving around me.

LOBO: I need more of you.

LOBO:So after I've sucked you clean from my fingers, I return my hand to between your legs and start all over again.

LOBO: This time, though, when your body begins to clench, ready to release, I bring my hand up to your mouth, painting your lips with your wetness. Your tongue slips out to lick yourself off of your lips, and then you suck my fingers clean, your tongue laving the pads of my fingers.

LOBO: You moan my name, and I know it's time to give you what you need. Your breathing is rapid. Your breasts are heaving.

LOBO: My cock is rock hard against your ass, and you can feel something wet against your skin.

LOBO:My precum is leaking from my tip in anticipation of your orgasm.

LOBO:My hips start to thrust against you from behind, twisting slightly to get friction as I move.

LOBO:I thrust my fingers inside you one more time, a bit more pressure, a bit more speed, rubbing against your G-spot, and finally, your body lets go for me.

LOBO:As I feel your muscles squeeze me, my cock erupts on your ass, my cum painting your skin.

He pulled his hands back from the keyboard and used one to squeeze his cock through his jeans again, trying to ease the unbearable pressure he'd created while typing to her. His skin felt overheated, and he knew a cold shower was in his future.

I wonder what she looks like right now.

He took another moment to collect himself before typing again.

LOBO:A Dom knows his submissive, little Flame. He knows what she wants. What she needs. He knows what will please her. More than that, he knows what her limits are at all times and knows what will bring her the most pleasure, even if she herself does not know it.

LOBO: Remember that, princess.

LOBO:Sweet dreams. And happy writing.

And then he logged off.

He shut down his laptop, turned off the light, stood from behind the desk, and crossed to his bedroom and his bathroom.

After a very long, very dissatisfying shower, TB lay in the dark, reliving their conversation. It had been a bit cowardly to sign off without asking her if she was okay. He should have provided some sort of aftercare to her, although damned if he knew exactly what that would be. He'd never engaged in cyber-play before. He'd always played in person.

She unsettled him. He wasn't sure when exactly it had changed between them, but he knew he was drawn to her. That wasn't good considering the current circumstances, but he was man enough to admit that his body didn't seem to care.

And now, despite the cold shower, his dick was hard again, and he wanted to get back on the computer and do it all over. Maybe this time with video.

Already, his brain was running with new scenarios to bring both her and himself to release.

Sighing and turning over onto his stomach, he punched the pillow a few times before closing his eyes. It didn't take long for exhaustion to take hold and pull him under.

It was the first decent night's sleep he'd had in fifty-two days.