Page 11 of The Betrayal
Shaking my head, I switch my laptop on and reposition the camera, then step back to the edge of my bed to make sure I am in the screen.
Perfect.
Standing once more, I quietly move to my bedside drawer which now sits behind my back drop and I grab the medium size, leather washbag from inside of it and drop it onto my bed. I unzip it and see a small selection of my toys.
Small crystal dildo.
Bullet.
Blindfold.
Handcuffs.
I bend down, reaching for the bigger bag under my bed and grab my white vibrator.
I inhale a deep breath and my laptop beeps to let me know he has entered the chat. My skin prickles. Stepping towards the laptop, I click into the screen and slide open the drawer of my units, reaching for my mask, then laying it down carefully next to my laptop. It’s always been this way. I can’t see him. He can’t see me. I pick up my contact lenses, opting for dark brown and place them in, hiding the true color of my eyes.
Picking up the black mask, I slip it on and tie the silk ribbon ties under my hair and around the back of my head. Stepping aside, I give myself the once over in the floor length mirror. Black lace bralette that hugs my full, round breasts. Suspender belt wrapped around my waist and thin, satin ribbons attached to stockings. I’m bare under my crotchless, lace panties and I feel sexy and brazen. Something about slipping into a hidden identity makes me feel so much better. My eyes lift and focus on the pretty masquerade mask. One side of my face is completely covered, the black decorated in a pattern with glitter that trails down and around the eyes of the mask and onto the cheek. The full lips of the mask are coated in glitter and sparkle under the dim spotlights of my bedroom. The right side of the mask is open, but covers my eye and shapes off over half of my cheek. It’s pretty and makes a statement.
Inhaling on a shaky breath, I collect my laptop from the side unit and place it on the bed desk, where I sit and brace myself for my evening. I love this job, the money is good, and I like that it’s a secret; well, Lucy knows but no one else does.
Hovering my fingers over the keyboard, I see TallDarkandHandsome’s message.
Evening little vixen, how are you?
I smile while typing a response.
I am great, looking forward to spending some time with you.
Let’s get started then shall we? ;)
My cheeks pinch and I know I am going to have my work cut out tonight. He always pushes for that little bit more and honestly, I love it. I love playing into his hands, I love that he is dominant and I’m submissive to him. Even alone in my room, he is the one that controls everything. I lean forward, clicking my webcam on and it takes a moment for it to kick in.
There she is. My girl. Kneel up, let me see what you’re wearing.
He types and I shuffle back, kneeling up so he gets me in full view.
Simply stunning.
My cheeks turn crimson beneath my mask.
So beautiful, show me love, show me how beautiful you look whilst your fingers play with your pretty pussy.
I fall back, one elbow pressed into the mattress and my legs wide so he can see all as I slowly begin to trail my hand down my neck, skimming my fingertips over my collarbone. I tease him as I let them skim over my hardened nipples that are straining against the lace material of my bralette and my head rolls back, my eyes fluttering shut for just a moment as my breath catches. My fingertips glide past my sternum, dipping into my belly button then skating them lightly across the front of my pubic bone before letting them slip between my pussy lips as I rub softly over my clit. Lifting my head, I hear the ping of his messages.
Fuck. So fucking pretty. You’re glistening.
Such a good girl listening to my instructions.
Eyes on me Vixen.
My dark blue contact covered eyes connect with the camera and I moan as I slide my fingers into my wet opening.
Does that feel good? Just imagine I’m there with you, knelt behind you as you lay between my legs, your back to my stomach. My fingers slip in and out of your tight little cunt with ease, teasing you as I rub your clit. I would have you in front of a mirror, watching as I get you off.
“Fuck,” I moan out. I have no idea what this dude even looks like but still, my chats with him get me hot and bothered, turning me on in an instant and causing a puddle of mess on the floor.
My chest heaves up and down, I can see everything on my screen and my skin prickles in a cool sweat.