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She’d used the examples of Mistress and Master. What did Casey prefer to be called? Probably Mistress. Wasn’tmasterjust what males were referred to anyway? But Casey didn’t seem like the type to care about which terms were traditionally used with which gender anyway.Daddysprung to mind suddenly. Maybe Casey likes to be Daddy?
Mistress...That was alright.
“Mistress,” she murmured aloud. She liked the sound of it. “Ma’am.” She liked the sound of that too.
“Daddy.” Amira squirmed.
She let out another sigh as she repositioned herself, uncrossing her ankles and allowing her legs to spread a little. Her fingers twitched where they rested on her stomach and she closed her eyes, allowing them to trail down a little farther.
This was wrong. In her mind, at least. She was not supposed to be touching herself to the thought of Casey, especially not after they’d agreed to just be friends. Friends didnotmasturbate to the thought of each other.
And yet, before she could even stop herself, her fingers began to move around her clitoris. She felt herself and she was wet.
She tried to think of something else as she slipped her fingers inside of herself and then back to her clit. Weren’t there a few attractive celebrities that she could think about instead? What was the last porn she’d watched? She really didn’t watch much porn. Wouldn’t she prefer to think about that?
But no. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of anything else. Her mind always drifted right back to Casey, and nothing else turned her on like that.
Her fingers moved faster.
Amira wondered what it would be like to have Casey on top of her, caging her in and pinning her like she’d done on the Ferris wheel.
She bit her lip as she imagined that her own fingers belonged to Casey instead, her back arching as she crooked them inside of herself a few times in between playing with her clit.
Or maybe she shouldn’t imagine that they were Casey’s fingers after all. Actually, she’d rather imagine that Casey was sitting at the end of her bed, watching closely as she fucked herself.
Amira wondered if Casey had that rule. The one about the sub having to put on a show for their Domme every Saturday. Was that a rule that Casey liked to have for her subs? Amira felt madly turned on at the thought of Casey watching her touching herself and directing her as she did.
She moaned as she pushed the covers off of her, exposing herself to the cool room, her eyes squeezed shut as she pictured what the expression on Casey’s face would be if she was right there watching.
She wondered if Casey would comment on how desperate she looked right now. Fucking herself, whining and moaning like a pathetic slut. She wondered if Casey would make her beg for help. Make her beg for Casey to come and fuck her.
Oh god, she would beg for Casey to fuck her, she realised there and then, “Please, Mistress, fuck me…”
Amira came abruptly, body seizing as she let out a broken cry. She could hardly catch her breath as her body tensed and twitched, her eyes widening as she realized how quickly she’d managed to make herself come.
Holy shit.
If she could get herself off in barely minutes by just thinking about Casey, then she wondered just how damn fast Casey herself would be able to get her off.
Fuck.
She shouldn’t be thinking like that.
They were just friends.
“Dr. Alvarez.Your new soccer player will be in in ten minutes. She is running late.”
“Uh, Thanks, Michelle.”
“And your meeting with Dr. Roman from the ER will be at 10.30am in the board room.”
“What’s that meeting about?”
“You know, the sprinter who was in the ER yesterday with a ruptured achilles tendon. Had to go into surgery.”
“Oh, yes. Thanks.”
Amira watched as Casey walked past. “Have a good day Dr. Alvarez.”
