Page 8 of Shattered Veil

“Show me what you do to yourself. Close your eyes.”

Inhaling a deep breath, I let them slip closed.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Open your legs.” His deep rasp burrows inside mychest. “Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes, sir.” I wonder if he’ll snatch them off me and steal them.

“Reach under your dress.”

Swallowing, I gather the skirt in my fist and glide my other hand up my thigh.

“Reaching,” I whisper. I shaved my legs for a date that turned out to be a bust.

This is my reward.

“Touch yourself over the panty fabric, right in the center.”

“Oh, God,” I murmur, deep and sexy.

“How does it feel?”

“Warm. Wet.”

“Fuck,” he whispers into my ear. “Slip your fingers inside the top.”

I’ve read how men love pulling a woman’s panty to the side and sliding inside. Interesting how he likes the idea of me getting myself off by reaching inside my panty.

“Yeah,” I moan on an exhale.

“Finger yourself. Is your clit hard?”

I never thought of my clit in terms of being hard but holy shit. “It is.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I never noticed it before.” I swallow roughly. “Or it’s hard just for you.”

When I tip my head closer to gaze into his deep green eyes, he gently nudges my chin away. “Too close,” he rasps.

That should turn me off, but it has the opposite effect. It feeds into the fantasy.

I want to hear him say my name, but it’s best we keep this anonymous. He sleeps with escorts, and unless I want a side gig hooking, I won’t be seeing him again.

“Play with your clit, butterfly,” he says with a littlemore force.

“Do you like fingering yourself?”

“Mmm, especially when I need to wet my clit.”

“Fucking, aye.” His sexy groan greets my breathy gasps.

“That accent of yours makes me wet.”

“Christ, you look so sexy, playing with your cunt. Are you close, butterfly?”

“So close. Keep talking that dirty talk. Tell me what you want to do to me.”