LEVI'S POV
Observing the intensity of her gaze on my cock, I ponder whether it's admiration for their size or a fear deeply ingrained, as is often the case with many women. It's why I'm hesitant to meet my subs in person, particularly delicate ones like Isabella, knowing the potential impact my cock can have on their insides especially when I let lose and fuck them.
I'm determined not to cause her harm to her, considering her delicate nature. Yet, her response is unexpected; instead of fear, there's a hint of anticipation in her eyes, which intrigues me.
Maybe, she's just too horny to realize how huge I am, now.
What I want to do is help her reach her climax as fast as possible so she can rest.
I can see the exhaustion etched into her features, the heavy bags beneath her eyes betraying her sleepless nights. Despite my reassurances, the weight of the smear campaign against me hangs heavily on her mind, a burden she shouldn't have to bear. She's too kind, too caring. I find myself needing her support just as much as she needs mine.
With a gentle resolve, I place the camera on the table, freeing my hands to guide her through this moment. Despite my own weariness, I want to be there for her, to ease the stress that I inadvertently brought into her life. After all, she shouldn't have to face these challenges alone, especially when I'm the cause of her anxiety.
“Now, what do you use to masturbate?” I asked her, “Your hands or a toy?”
I'm still fixated on her beautiful, sleepy eyes as I gaze at her through the phone screen. She raises a pink toy, and I can't help but suppress a chuckle. It's so girly and cute.
"Turn it on," I instruct, and she complies without hesitation.
"What now?" she asks cheekily.
"Don't use that tone with me, and don't speak until I ask you to. Understand?" I reply firmly.
"Yes, master," she responds obediently.
"I'm not your master yet, baby girl," I tease, the hint of a smirk playing on my lips.
She swallows nervously and my eyes follow it down her neck to her throat, her chest, and her perky breast. I want to see it but I'm reminded to start slow. Today is for her, not for me.
"Will you reveal your face?" she inquired, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. I ponder if she harbours any suspicion about my true identity, perhaps suspecting I'm Levi. With my adept use of a British accent—honed during our family's time in Britain when I was much younger before we moved to America when I was ten—I relished in the versatility of code-switching, crafting a soft, alluring tone at will when I wanted to. It's usually strictly for business but now I’m using it for her and even making my voice softer. I see it turns her on.
"You'll need to conjure an image in your mind," I suggest gently. "Let your imagination take the lead, baby girl."
"Okay," she accepts, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
"Now, close your eyes," I coax. "Imagine me as the man of your deepest desires. Let my voice guide your mind." As she immerses herself in her imagination, I observe her closely, contemplating if she envisions me as Levi. I see her getting hotter and hotter for me, soft moans escaping her lips even without the help of anything just imagination.
“Turn the vibrator to the highest setting 'cause that's how hard and fast I'll be fucking you,” I order.
As she attempts to open her eyes, I gently intervene, "No, no," with a soft tsk of my tongue. "You're not allowed to do that, baby girl."
She swallows, “Okay.” and slowly thrusts the vibrator in her.
The sound of the toy and her moans fill the room filling me with the tempting urge to touch myself but again I remind myself that it's all about her today.
“You are not allowed to cum without my permission, do you understand?”
“Yes. Master.” She said, completely carried away by her pleasure. She's moaning so loud now.
“Put one finger in your mouth and wet it.” She does so taking her middle finger in her mouth she sucks on it gently. “Now put it in your dress and slowly rub your nipples with it. Imagine me sucking your hard, pink nipples. Imagine my tongue rolling on them.”
“Fuck. Yes, master.” She screams.
When her hands enter her dress, I groan. The sight of her, the sounds she was making, the pleasure on her face. The sound of the vibrator. It filled my body with electricity. I was charged to the very tip of my cock.
“Please. I need to come.” She begged, tears falling down the corner of her eyes.
“You can't.”
“Master, please.”
“No! Now slowly...”
I was still speaking when she screamed so loud, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I knew she was cumming. Her body kept convulsing and shaking for a good one minute till she just laid still, breathing heavily.
“Did you just orgasm without my permission?”
“I squirted.” She admitted, shyly biting her lips.
"Sorry. It was overwhelming. I couldn't resist," she confesses, then brings the camera closer to her face. "Can we meet? I'll apologize properly in person."
"Not yet. I'm sorry, but it's not possible," I respond. "If I were there, I would have to discipline you for this."
"How are you feeling now?" I inquire.
"Okay," she replies, suddenly bashful.
"I wasn't initially inclined to accept you as my sub, but after you willingly faced the consequences like a good girl, I've had a change of heart," I admit sincerely.
Her expression changed a bit and I don't know what about it that made my cock harder and harder that I was about to burst.
I switched off the Camera and ran to the toilet but before I could bring out my cock I came all over my pants. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I've never cum before from a video call. I'm losing control. Fuck!
How the hell did I just cum all over myself like a fucking teen boy.
I moaned hard as the pleasure went through my bones I imagined Isabella licking and sucking me off, her full and sensuous lips around it. I'll fuck her until she keeps calling my name, until she screams her release. God, I must have her. This woman drives me crazy!