“I don’t know,” she answers, her fingers making tiny circles on that pale patch of inner thigh. “I just don’t think I could bring myself to do it. Not if one of you isn’t a part of it. It wouldn’t be as… good? I think I just want to save it.” She says it with this little pensive crease between her eyebrows, like maybe she’s learning something about herself. “I want to save it for you.”
My head falls back, a groan rumbling in my throat. Jesus, this girl. I try to contain myself, keeping my voice low and controlled. “Do you want to touch yourself now, sweetheart?”
She nods, biting down on her lip. “I do, but only if you’re okay with it.”
Okay, now she’s toying with me. I know it. She knows it. But I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck that she knows my weaknesses, or that there was a time in high school she did this sort of thing semi-professionally. It still feels like mine. For me, and me alone. It’s sexy and sweet, and this woman might be the most dangerous fire I’ve ever played with, but fuck it.
All I want is to get burned.
Slouching back—getting comfortable—I reply, “You have my permission,” and pull my cock out of my shorts. It bobs dramatically, and I run my thumb over the precum accumulated at the top. “Just take it slow and make sure you’re in range of the camera. I want to see everything.”
“Like this?” she asks, tugging down the straps of the bra and letting her tits free. Her fingers roll her nipple, tugging it into a sharp peak, while her other hand slides between her legs, pulling the panties aside to give me a view of her sweet, wet cunt. She blinks guilelessly at the camera. “Is this good?”
Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Just like that, sweetheart.” I mimic her movements, rolling and tugging my balls in my palm. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
She leans back on the bed, legs hanging over the edge, and lets her thighs fall further apart. “Only for you.” The pads of her fingers make a quick rubbing motion against her clit and she moans from the friction. My breathing matches the rise and fall of her chest, but I notice when her eyes dart to the side. It takes me a moment, but I realize she’s looking at the door.
Ah, big brother is on the prowl.
“Is he out there?” I ask, cock surging at the thought of her touching herself for me while he’s so close.
“Always,” she breathes, fingers keeping their slow, circular rhythm.
Fisting my cock, I wonder, “Are you going to ever let him back in?”
She gives me a slow blink, but doesn’t stop her movements. “I-I don’t know.”
“You fucked him,” I point out, eyes fixed on the image of her pussy. “Twice. Why the freeze on this?”
“Because letting him in here…” She leans back again, breath hitching. “I’m just not ready.”
It’s fair. I know what he does to her at night. I had the two of them pegged that day in the living room, realizing that Killian still has a lot to learn. He knows how to own her, but he doesn’t know how to let her move and breathe and be. I might be a control freak, but I’d be lying if I said a part of me didn’t get off on seeing her like this. Not knowing what she’s going to do. Having to work for it. The slow march of time wearing at my patience, and the willpower to hold on to it.
It’s a certain kind of foreplay.
I watch as she poises an index finger at her entrance, ready to enter herself, and I find my body going tense at the thought. Unthinkingly, I command, “Stop.”
“What?” she asks, staring owlishly at the camera. Her cheeks are red, eyes all glassy and dazed, halfway to losing any sense. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no,” I assure, giving my cock a slow stroke. “I have a request.”
She runs her finger up and down her slit, slow and pointed. “Oh. Okay.”
Clearing my throat, I start, “I know the agreement is that we can’t tell you who or what to fuck, but…” Well, there’s not much to add to that. It is the agreement. Nevertheless, I take a chance. “Don’t finger yourself. I don’t want anyone inside you but us.” A strange feeling builds in my chest at hearing the words come to life. “That pussy’s so precious, sweetheart. And it’s ours, isn’t it?”
Her lips part, eyes shining back at me through the camera. “Y-yes. It’s yours.”
All the tension in my spine melts away. “That’s right. And when your pussy clenches around something, it should be one of our cocks. Don’t you think?”