Free In Too Deep by Portia Da Costa Page B

want to know that your pussy is exposed. Available to me if I were there with you. I like that. I like the idea of it being constantly at my disposal, always touchable. At my command.
    I can’t breathe. My head feels as if it’s lighter than air. It’s a sort of faintness, but not faintness, as if I’ve drunk the whole bottle of wine without any ill effects and only the dreamy, liberating, intoxicating ones. My sex throbs hard, acknowledging its master.
    NEMESIS: Gwendolynne? Are you ready to obey me?
    LIBRARYGIRL: Yes, I’m doing it now.
    NEMESIS: Good girl. Your sex belongs to me. Bare it for me.
    I
am
in too deep now! Shoving the laptop aside, I wriggle out of my pyjama trousers. The crotch is soaked and I can feel dampness beneath me on the sheet. My pussy is flowing for its master. I look down at the flossy little patch of tawny hair, then close my eyes as if I can send the image of it across the ether to Nemesis.
    I know he’s waiting to hear from me but I feel rude and wanton. I want to play. The area between my legs is my toy as well as his. I haul up my knees and part my thighs wide so I can see more. See the glistening, peachy redness, my lips and my clit and the inner cleft, awash with juice.
    Here it is! See it! It’s yours
, I call to him silently, stretching wider. Constrained not to touch his possession until he gives me leave, I reach beneath my pyjama jacket and touch my nipples instead.
    Mistake. Stroking my breasts only does diabolical things to my clit. It swells, throbs, engorges. Tears squeeze out of the corners of my eyes and I pinch my nipples to punish myself. Moaning aloud, making noises I can’t remember ever making before, I turn to the side and see the screen.
    NEMESIS: Gwendolynne?
    In acute discomfort, I twist around and start typing.
    LIBRARYGIRL: Sorry. I … I got too excited. My pussy is bare now.
    NEMESIS: Did you touch it? You know that I’ve not yet given you permission. I shall be disappointed in you if you’ve anticipated my instructions.
    I gasp. I’m drowning in desire, aching to come, but the idea of disappointing Nemesis crushes me.
    LIBRARYGIRL: No! I didn’t touch my pussy. I wanted to … I’m aching to … I don’t think I can last much longer … but I
didn’t
do it.
    My body arches of its own accord, tormented by denial. I scream silently for permission as I feel more juice sliding down my cleft, coating the delicate tissues there and flowing into the groove of my bottom.
    NEMESIS: But you did do something.
    I could swear that he’s watching me, but I don’t have a webcam. Perhaps he just knows me better than I know myself?
    LIBRARYGIRL: I played with my nipples. Next best thing.
    He smiles. In my mind. I just see a mouth, strong and sculpted, but also lush. White teeth glinting. Absolute joy. I see a naked man leaning over my body, beautiful tousled dark hair hanging over my thighs and belly. It’s Daniel because he’s the only naked man I’ve seen recently. His lips are pursed.
    NEMESIS: Perhaps in some ways the same. Still a transgression. One day, perhaps, I’ll make you come without touching your clit. I’ll toy with your nipples until you’re beside yourself. I’ll touch everything but your pussy … and then when you’re halfway off your head with frustration I’ll blow on your clit … and then you’ll come.
    Right! That’s it! I’ve had enough!
    Or nowhere, nowhere near enough. I clamp my hand to my pussy and dive in with my middle finger. It takes just two rough strokes and I’m coming like an express train, momentarily blind, deaf and dumb, unable to think of anything but the white heaven between my legs. I flail wildly and the side of my hand strikes the edge of the laptop screen. There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s a thousand miles away and can’t touch me.
    Seconds or maybe minutes later, I’m still gasping. My chest heaves like a bellows and my pussy still feels as if it’s in another place entirely. I fight to focus, and blink