( the 'sir' does something to rewire his brain, sends a wave of arousal crushing through him because he can hear her saying it, a little bratty and a whine on her lips.
there's the hint of a 'good girl' on his mind, the taste of it in the mental link between them but then she pushes in, eddie freezes and the feeling behind the next message a sharp one. )did i say that was good enough? hands off, you little slut.
[her hand freezes, eyes going wide; her heart does an embarrassing stutter, breath catching, arousal burning hot. she feels like she's been slapped. she feels red hot, embarrassed, feels fucking coy when the tip of her finger pops out, dragging wet and messily back up her cunt, against her clit.
she swallows. hiccups a little. says, somehow like a little whisper: ] i'm sorry i'll be good.
[how does she taste? she thinks tangy, slightly sweet. tries to share the taste, or the memory of it, while she sucks her fingers clean. she adds, to be good: ]
show me then. tease yourself, don’t press in this time until i say( the sensation he sends through is his own hands on her body, ring and index fingers spreading her folds and thumb teasing slow circles around her clit
his own hand is on his cock but he doesn’t get her that. won’t, not yet. he does think idly )i think you’d like it if i pinched your clit, slapped it a little if i was there. just to make you remember how to behave, huh
[she forces herself into a slow tease. drags her fingers over her clit only, circles, fingers quivering, the others clutching at her bare tit like a lifeline. she has never been more turned on her life, she thinks. never really seen this side of Eddie get too mean, not like this.
she breathes out through her nose, breath catching, hiccupping - ] would you? do it?
( there’s a wave of arousal that comes through their little mental link, eddie sends the image of his cock jumping with interest and leaking on his stomach. )i would
god, you’d love it wouldn’t you? you’d want me to slap that pussy of you’re harder. bet you’d get off before i even fucked you senseless
i no i don't know? it was good. a good sting. he fucked me with a toy, before he fucked me himself. have you seen him? he's so big -
[she blinks slow, pauses, hears him gives her permission. she fucks one finger in, the image a little hazy while she blinks through her daze. fucks a second in, moans a soft ah]
we messed around i've seen him did you feel empty after? miss that feeling of a dick filling you just right? like that's what you're meant for?
add a third( he waits until she does to send what she wants, the sensation of him fucking into her at the pace she fingers herself. his own hand is on his cock, moving in tandem as the fantasy blurs between them )
[she stuffs a third finger in, thinks a mindless agreement, a yes, yes, yes, so keyed up that she might as well be only made to take a cock, or two, or three. she fucks into herself a little faster, harder, abandons the tit to press a middle finger against her clit, whines out loud, choked off like she's trying to be quiet.
she can almost feel him inside of her; knows the way he stretches her, knows how it feels when he sinks in. she tries real hard to keep her eyes open, so he can see what she sees; see the way she's falling apart, see the way she's a desperate mess. a slut -
she comes hard, thighs visibly trembling. her teeth dig into her own mouth to keep herself fucking quiet, the cry muffled, startled. ]
( the mental image of her is what gets him off, has his own need suddenly overwhelming him like a tidal wave crashing into shore and his hand, his chest are a sticky mess for it. eddie's not expecting it himself, focused on her as he is. it feels like too much, like he should be still hard all the same.
he feels wild with it, thinks the way jem looks in that moment will be seared into his mind no matter where he ends up in this universe of the next. she's beautiful like this, strung out and shaking and wide eyed just for him in this moment. )fuck
my good girl, you're perfect my perfect cock slut wish i was there with you
[her mouth curves into a smile real slow. her chest heaves a little, steadying with every exhale as she comes down. the arousal rises, just a little, at my perfect cock slut. something in her purrs, and it should make her so embarrassed for it. mostly, she just preens, can feel her cunt fluttering and twitching around her fingers. ]
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there's the hint of a 'good girl' on his mind, the taste of it in the mental link between them but then she pushes in, eddie freezes and the feeling behind the next message a sharp one. ) did i say that was good enough? hands off, you little slut.
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she swallows. hiccups a little. says, somehow like a little whisper: ] i'm sorry
i'll be good.
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doesn't look like you can
but here, i'll give you a shot
clean that up, tell me how you taste
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[how does she taste? she thinks tangy, slightly sweet. tries to share the taste, or the memory of it, while she sucks her fingers clean. she adds, to be good: ]
taste different from when you're in me. sweeter.
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the taste is on his tongue, familiar ) have you found pineapple, baby?
gonna listen this time if i let you touch yourself?
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promise.
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his own hand is on his cock but he doesn’t get her that. won’t, not yet. he does think idly ) i think you’d like it if i pinched your clit, slapped it a little if i was there. just to make you remember how to behave, huh
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she breathes out through her nose, breath catching, hiccupping - ] would you? do it?
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god, you’d love it wouldn’t you? you’d want me to slap that pussy of you’re harder. bet you’d get off before i even fucked you senseless
would you beg me for that, princess? be honest
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fuck, yes -
john did. at recumita. i almost came on the spot.
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well aren’t you a little pain slut, baby. that all he did?
i’d leave you sensitive, keep going even if you came
then i’d stuff you full, fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days
fuck yourself princess
tell me how it feels
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no
i don't know? it was good. a good sting. he fucked me with a toy, before he fucked me himself. have you seen him? he's so big -
[she blinks slow, pauses, hears him gives her permission. she fucks one finger in, the image a little hazy while she blinks through her daze. fucks a second in, moans a soft ah]
not enough - please -
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i've seen him
did you feel empty after? miss that feeling of a dick filling you just right? like that's what you're meant for?
add a third ( he waits until she does to send what she wants, the sensation of him fucking into her at the pace she fingers herself. his own hand is on his cock, moving in tandem as the fantasy blurs between them )
keep going
make yourself cum for me
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she can almost feel him inside of her; knows the way he stretches her, knows how it feels when he sinks in. she tries real hard to keep her eyes open, so he can see what she sees; see the way she's falling apart, see the way she's a desperate mess. a slut -
she comes hard, thighs visibly trembling. her teeth dig into her own mouth to keep herself fucking quiet, the cry muffled, startled. ]
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he feels wild with it, thinks the way jem looks in that moment will be seared into his mind no matter where he ends up in this universe of the next. she's beautiful like this, strung out and shaking and wide eyed just for him in this moment. ) fuck
my good girl, you're perfect
my perfect cock slut
wish i was there with you
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you drive me fucking crazy, eddie.
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he's still holding his dick, gives it a squeeze and lets go as reality comes back to him. ) that all ok?
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more than ok
you can call me that again.