LEVI'S POV
I could see the eager anticipation on Isabella's face at the mere thought of receiving her punishment from me. It was palpable, almost tangible, emanating from her with intensity even though the phone. I could feel it. Touch it. Smell it.
Isabella really is a good sub and the thought of it made me so fucking hard.
I admit I'm struggling to maintain control. The desire to fully indulge in this moment grows stronger, and for the first time, surrendering to my sub doesn't fill me with the dread of my past. Instead, it stirs a thrilling sense of anticipation within me. I was wrapped in so much desire my cock became so hard precum soiled the tip.
I don't want to lose her, especially after traveling so many kilometers just to rush here and see her. The effort I've put in shows how much I truly need her. I can no longer deny it; it's becoming increasingly obvious.
The realization hits me hard—I can't keep running away from my desire for her.
I open my pant zipper and bring out my cock. It’s getting really uncomfortable to pants with how hard I am now.
I sit on the bed, ready to immerse myself with her.
Me: I think the misunderstanding has been resolved, hasn't it?
Isabella: Not entirely.
Me: I'm not a PUA. I want you as my sub. I need you as my sun.
Isabella: So it's time I call you Master?
A smirk escaped my lips, sending a rush through my veins. Could I keep myself in check when I saw her at work on Monday? I hope so, otherwise, we might both get in trouble.
I swiftly typed my reply to her, my fingers almost trembling with anticipation.
Me: Yes, it's time for you to address me as master.
Isabella: So, what's my punishment going to be, master?
I needed the truth. Admittedly, my plans were a touch deceitful, but confirming my suspicions was important.
I stood up and swiftly pulled on my pants. Turning to my cock, I said, "Settle down, you little monster."
Now, it was time to administer punishment to my sweet little sub. I couldn't afford any distractions; I wanted her focused solely on my voice.
Me: Turn on the video.
I placed my phone carefully on the side chair, ensuring only my chest and downward were in view. The faint contours of my muscles were a deliberate tease. At least, I’m not leaving her out cold completely.
Isabella immediately activated the video. Her eyes, though tired and sleepy, shimmered with an underlying excitement that cock.
My cock spasms as I put my hand over my crotch. “Hey, hey.”
"Yes, master," Isabella said, licking her lips as she waited for the next instruction from me.
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation despite the late hour and our weariness.
"Stand in front of the mirror and take off your clothes one by one," I instruct her, next.
Isabella's eyes widened in surprise at my instruction, showing she wasn't expecting it but enjoyed the thrill nonetheless. I could tell by her eyes. She had very expressive eyes.
"Yes, master," she replied obediently, rising from the bed. She casually dropped her phone onto the desk, situated beside the large mirror mounted on the wall.
It's a beautiful mirror. And a beautiful apartment.
I would like to fuck her while we both faced her mirror. She would watch me fucking her from behind, watch how my dick expertly enters her and hits the right spot. How...
"Get a hold on yourself, Levi, you have plans." I chastise myself.
God! The way I'm going I might just cum before she does. My cock is enjoying this way too much. The little monster is excited.
"How do I take off my clothes master?" Isabella asked, smiling at the camera. I loved the way she was getting naughty. Her eyes twinkled like she knew the power she was starting to have over me.
"Slowly."
She slowly opened the zip of her crop top revealing the best set of tits I've ever seen. They were full and round, and her nipples perky and pink. Her waist was thin and her belly button even more beautiful. Then she slowly took off her shorts.
As she did my throat went dry, my hands became sweaty, and my heart pounded hard in my chest. Her body was the definition of perfection.
She revealed soft curves and a shaved, clean pussy. I need to suck her. Lick her. Kiss her.
I coughed. I legit coughed like a fucking teenager. Oh, Lord! She's so beautiful. So so beautiful. And her disheveled blonde hair made her even more beautiful.
I couldn't breathe.
"Remember the plan idiot!" A voice in my head said, pulling me back to reality.
"How do you see me well when you won't show your face?" She asked me.
"I have my ways." It's simply just good angles from years of practice. "Besides this is not for my pleasure but yours. So don’t worry about what I see." I added.
"Okay, master."
"I want to ask you a question and be honest with me?"
"Okay, master."
"Who were you thinking of last night while you masturbated?"
She nervously bit her lip, clearly startled by my question. "Master, I..."
Honesty was crucial to me, even if the truth wasn't what I expected.
"Don't lie to me. I know you weren't thinking of me. And it wouldn't bother me, since we won't be meeting," I said, urging her to be truthful. "Tell me," I commanded firmly, my tone carrying authority, causing her to reflexively tighten her legs. I could tell that my command gave her undeniable pleasure.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "My boss. I was thinking about my boss," she admitted.
It was one thing to suspect it, it was another to get the confirmation from her. I couldn't control myself anymore. I turned off the video and took out my cock from my pants.
I wrapped my hands around my shaft and stroked just once before a shit load of cum filled my hands.
"Fuck! Fuck! Isabella what are you doing to me, my sweet little sub.”