Do you know what’s fucking delicious?

The sound of my name spilling loose from those trembling lips of yours.

As you follow my command, as you grind against that vibe we picked out together, it is MY name reverberating through your mind.

MY name taking form on your tongue and easing out through your clenched lips in that sweet voice of yours.

It comes out in a strain, in a gasp.

Without thinking.

Yes. That’s it.

It is instinct to your submissive mind because I own your ass.

Your words are almost dotted with confusion, as if you’re unsure of the intensity of the feeling gripping your body.

I picture you squirming as your thighs involuntarily clench around the vibe, burying it deeper.

That’s it, my gorgeous, needy girl.

Think of my cock taking ownership of that tight, soaked pussy when you come back home from work.

Pinch your nipples for me. Harder. HARDER.

I want to hear your frenzied cries as your mind skips over and over my order like a broken record — for you to come for me on your lunch break…over the phone, hidden away in your car in the parking lot at work, with the added cover of cars on either side.

What a delightful risk, mm?

Any moment, one could spot you.

Out you like the eager whore you are for me.

I wonder what they might see, what they might hear?

Your greedy, slickly wet cunt desperately taking in the toy? Your cute, frantic moans? (That have me SO achingly fucking hard, by the way.)

That’s another matter: Do you know just what you do to me? What hearing you, in this moment, does to me?

Knowing it’s you who calls my name? You! My delightful little fuck doll!

Hearing how soaked you are for me, knowing when you’re back in your work meetings you’ll squirm at how drenched your panties are.

Fuck. I cannot keep my hands from my cock. I can already taste your cunt on my lips.

The sounds I make, the growl that comes out of me at the tail end of my moans…you did this to me.

I want you to know that I’ll show you just what you’ve done to me when you come home.

But for now…be a good girl and fucking come for me, yes? Let out the last pieces of your sanity.

I want to break you.

I want to hear you.