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“How does your body feel?”
On-screen Remi stretches her arms over her head and points her toes, uncurling like a cat.
“Fucking fantastic, actually. I think it’s all the orgasms you’ve been giving me…it causes this chemical reaction that lasts for hours…”
I clap my hand over my mouth, making an embarrassed squeak. On-screen Remi doesn’t hesitate to spill my most intimate secrets to Dane as casually as if we’re discussing the weather.
“I’ve never thought about sex this often…I’m really starting to get concerned. The number of times I’ve fantasized about you in pajama pants—it’s bordering on a fetish.”
On-screen Dane gives a delighted laugh, and the one lying next to me smirks. He was waiting for that part.
“Oh, you’re loving this…” I cover my face.
“Shh,” Dane says. “Just watch.”
“What do you fantasize about?”On-screen Dane inquires.
“Shut up!” I hiss at myself. “Don’t tell him!”
But on-screen Remi has no intention of shutting up—she’s here to destroy me.
She says, “I’m obsessed with your hands…they’re the nicest ones I’ve ever seen. And you can do all this clever, intricate stuff with them, but they’re so strong, too…when they touch me, it’s like magic. This soothing, calming feeling spreads everywhere from your palms, all through my body…And the rest of your skin feels so good, too, on your back, your arms…I can’t stop touching you, can’t stop looking at you, can’t stop thinking about you…”
She pauses and at least has the good grace to seem embarrassed for half a second. But then she plunges on, “You even have the most beautiful feet, and I never thought I’d say that about a man…they’re so clean and smooth. You walk around barefoot in your house with your pajama pants kind of hanging low on your hips, that soft, dark material that makes you look like a ninja…”
Her voice goes softer still, and she licks her lips:
“You’re so scary and intimidating and capable…it makes me want to just…kneel down in front of you…It turns me on when you boss me around…It’s like, every man I’ve ever met, I want to punch him in the nose when he tells me what to do, but for you, I want to give you everything,especiallythe things that embarrass me most…because it feels so damn good just to be near you…”
I’m praying that this is the worst of it. I’m already scarlet with humiliation, hands clapped over my face, peeking through the gaps in my fingers…
Dane’s hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts and touches my pussy lips. He presses softly, parting them just enough to rest his middle finger against my clit. His pressure is perfection. His touch works the buttons of my body and my brain, effortlessly informing me that I’m very, very fucking turned on.
Everything the on-screen Remi is telling Dane is true. That’s exactly how how I picture him, how he makes me think and feel…my brain associates him with marble and velvet, samurai and watchmakers, everything that fascinates and stimulates…
Dane’s fingers slip inside me, and his palm grinds lightly in my favorite place. He rocks the hammock with his foot, timing the motion to the waves of pleasure radiating out from under his hand…
On the phone screen, I watch myself crawl across the floor. As I move, I’m stripping off my top and shorts and underwear, littering a trail, until I reach Dane’s feet, naked and kneeling.
He’s already barefoot.
I watch myself lie down on my back and spread my legs.
On-screen Dane gently steps on my pussy with the ball of his foot.
Real-life Dane rubs harder on my clit, fucking his fingers in and out of me.
My pussy spasms around his fingers as my eyes lock on the screen, fixated on what I’m watching myself do.
On-screen Remi moans the moment his smooth, pale toes touch her clit. All he’s doing is stepping and pressing, and already she’s coming, eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back.
In some ghost memory portion of my brain, I remember the exact texture of the sole of his foot, smooth and clean like his hand but firm and powerful and so deeply degrading that I detonated like a landmine the moment he stepped on me.
I do it again right now under Dane’s hand, exploding instantly at the filthy, erotic sight of myself doing what Ineverwould have believed I would do.
If Dane would have described this video to me, I would have laughed in his face. I would have said,there’s no fucking way…
But here it is, right in front of my eyes—the evidence that I don’t know myself at all.
