Page 53 of The Broker
“You listened to my warning. Shocking.”
His voice lowers to a sexy purr. “I listen to everything you say, Valentina. Now, turn on your camera.”
I do as he says and accept his video call request. Dante’s face appears on my display. “Good girl.”
Heat prickles through me. “What’s my assignment?”
His lips lift in a half-smile. “Do you own a dildo, Valentina?”
I shiver. “Yes.”
“Is it in your bedroom right now?”
“Yes,” I say again.
“Interesting set of priorities,” he says, amusement coating his voice. “You only had a few minutes to pack, and in that time, you remembered to pack your dildo.”
My cheeks flame.
“Nothing to say?”
I give him a sweet smile. “I’m waiting for your instructions,sir.”
Heat flares in his eyes. “So obedient. Bring it here.”
Is the toy conveniently within reach in the bedside table drawer? I admit nothing. I pull it out and show it to Dante. His lips twitch. “Impressive girth.”
“Mmm.” You’re bigger, I want to say, but that’ll make him too unbearably smug. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Run it over your breasts,” he instructs.
Not what I thought he was going to say. I take off my T-shirt, and his eyes turn hot. “You’re so beautiful.” Heat coils through my core at the raw desire in his voice. “So fucking gorgeous. Pinch those pretty little nipples for me.”
I obediently pluck my aching tips until they’re swollen and throbbing. Then I glide the thick fake cock over them, moving from one nipple to another.
“How does it feel?”
Dante sounds calm and controlled, and I’m unraveling. “I’m hot and wet,” I whisper. “For you.”
“Show me. Spread your legs.”
I lose my panties and part my thighs, opening myself to his gaze, lust shuddering through me. I was never big into homework as a child, but Ilikethis assignment.
Dante sucks in a breath. “So pretty,” he says. “Now touch yourself. Lightly.”
I part my lips and stroke my clit. The merest touch of my thumb, but it makes me jump. I lick my lower lip as my orgasm spirals closer. “Dante, I—”
He’s not done giving instructions. “Put two fingers in your pussy. Thrust once, twice. . . That’s good. Pull them out.”
Stopping is so hard I almost want to cry. My fingers glisten with my juices. I hold them up to the camera. “Please, Dante.”
A smile creases his face. “The dildo now. Close your eyes, pretend it’s my cock in your tight little pussy. Thrust it deep.”
I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’ve never even thought about it. But Dante’s watching me, his gaze intent, waiting for me to obey, and I’m going to give him the best show in the world.
I line up the dildo and push it in, just the head. My pussy is soaked, aching for the feeling of being filled by a thick cock. I pull it out slowly and then go deeper, gasping at the burning stretch.
“Good girl.” Dante has his cock out now. As I watch, he wraps his fingers around his length and slowly fists himself. “I didn’t give you permission to stop.”