I lean back against the headboard, the silk sheets cool against my bare skin, but nothing cools the fire raging through my veins. The monitor glows in the dim light of my bedroom, and there she is, sitting in the middle of the sea of luxury purses I sent her this morning like a dark queen on a throne of leather and sin. Her fingers trace the buttery calfskin, and my cock thickens instantly at the sight. Fuck, I want those hands on me.
My phone buzzes. I don't even look away from the screen as I read her text.
Audra:
Jenna and Violet came by yesterday. It was… nice. Thank you for sending them. And for all the gifts. You really don't have to do that.
A slow smirk curls my lips. I type back one-handed, the other already palming the heavy weight of my cock through my sweatpants.
Me:
I like reminding you that I'm here. That I'm thinking about you every fucking second.
Audra:
As if I could ever forget.
Her laugh filters through the speakers—soft, breathless, a little husky—and it shoots straight to my groin. I squeeze myself harder, watching her stroke that deep burgundy Hermès like she's imagining stroking something else.
Audra:
I can't possibly ever wear all these purses.
Me:
One for each day of the week.
Audra:
I'd have to change purses twice a day.
Me:
You look fucking beautiful between them. I might have to send more.
She lifts her head. Her green eyes lock directly onto the hidden camera like she can feel me devouring her. My breath catches.
Audra:
Are you watching me right now?
Me:
Always, baby. My new favorite pastime. If you deny me the pleasure of your company, I'll have to make do with this.
I watch her cheeks flush that perfect rose color. My hand slips inside my sweatpants, wrapping around my thick, aching cock. I stroke once, slow, savoring the way she bites her lip.
Audra:
You're terrible.
Me:
You like me terrible. Put your hand on your breast for me. Let me see.
She obeys without hesitation, cupping herself through the thin blouse. A soft sound escapes her throat. I can't take it anymore. I hit the call button. The line connects on the second ring.
"Gabe…" Her voice is already breathy, needy. Fuck.
