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Chapter 11
A Skype How-To
"So, Miss Steele, may I see this toy?"
I blush crimson and hold up Billie for him to see. A wicked smile spreads across his face.
"Alright Miss Steele, why don't you set that down on the bed for a moment. I don't think you've earned it yet."
I do as he says, surprised that I feel just a bit put out. I haven't earned it yet?
"Do as I say and I will reward you. Disobey and you will be punished. Do you understand, Miss Steele?"
I nod. I don't really know what else to do.
"Stand up, I want to see you." I do as I'm told, turning the screen to face me. In the corner of the screen, I can see myself from about my ankles up. "Now, take off your shirt." Okay, I guess this is starting. I grab the hem of my tank top and yank it over my head. "Slowly," he says forcefully. I stop completely with my elbows above my head and my shirt completely covering my face. I hear him hum. Finally, I manage to get loose of the damn shirt and stand there in my shorts and bra.
"Good," he says, fire glowing in his eyes. "Slowly, take off your bra." I keep my eyes on the screen, determined to be sexy, and unclasp the front of my bra. I open it and let it slide down my arms far more gracefully than I could have managed with a back-closing bra.
"You have perfect breasts, Miss Steele. I wish I could bite them," he says quietly. My breath catches and I feel a rolling sensation in my groin. "Touch them for me."
I feel awkward and gangly as I paw at my own chest. "No, no, stop," he orders, leaning forward. "Close your eyes. Now imagine I'm standing behind you." I think of the immense heat his body gives off and instantly imagine my back is burning up. "I'm running my hand up your arm and across your collarbone." I use my left hand to run along my skin as he described. I do it softly, barely touching. Electricity crackles in my hand's wake.
"Good. Then I slide my hand over your breast from above, letting my fingers wrap around all sides of it, lifting it, squeezing gently." I can't describe it — even though I know it's my own hand, it's so erotic imagining him touching me, listening to his words, knowing he's watching me.
"Now I take your nipple in my fingers and pinch it hard, twisting it slightly." I follow suit and hear myself yelp in surprise and pleasure.
"With my free hand, I grab at your other breast from below, squeezing and lifting, pinching and caressing." Both of my hands are kneading my breasts and I am moaning low. I know Kate can hear me and I find that makes me even hornier. I don't even know if I'm surprised by that anymore.
"Push them together and lick them, Miss Steele," he says. I dip my head and open my mouth, panting as I let my tongue drag across the tops of my breasts and down the line of cleavage I've created. It feels divine.
"Look at me, Miss Steele." I open my eyes and the fantasy is broken. Christian isn't touching me.
But it's all replaced with another fantasy, the one that's playing out in reality right now. Christian is dominating me. We're having video sex and I feel a carnal desire for him. I'm wet and I rub my thighs together to get some sort of comfort, still kneading my breasts and staring into his eyes.
"You look incredible, Miss Steele." He's panting, too. I am turning him on. "But you are wearing entirely too many clothes. Take off your shorts."
Releasing my breasts, I slide my hands down my torso and grab the waistband my shorts, pulling at them. I turn around seductively, getting really into it now, and bend at the waist, pulling my shorts down over my ass until they're at a puddle on the floor and my ass is completely bared to him. I know he's had this view before, but now I'm giving it to him without him asking. I hear his sudden intake of breath and turn around, standing up. I am completely naked and feeling incredibly hot.
"You weren't wearing any panties, Miss Steele," he whispers in mock shock. "I'm appalled."
I smile coyly at him and begin kneading my breasts again, truly enjoying it now for the power he holds over me, the pleasure I feel, and for the power I now know I have over him. I see his reaction and he is clearly turned on.
"Move the computer back and kneel on the bed."
I position myself and the computer so he can still see all of me, and kneel on the bed. I feel even more exposed now that I'm closer to the screen.
"Now spread your knees about shoulder width apart, Miss Steele." I comply. "I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself."
I hesitate. How I pleasure myself? Does he mean masturbate? Since I've never done that — except asleep on Sunday night, of course — I don't know what to do.
"But sir," I say quietly, sitting back on my heels. "I don't know how."
He closes his eyes for a long moment and takes a deep breath. "Ana, you haven't even," he stops himself. "Had you never had an orgasm before Saturday?" I shake my head no. He tilts his head back and runs both hands through his curly copper hair. Watching him do that makes me bite my lip. I want to run my hands through that hair.
He looks at me again, serious. "I'm going to teach you how to make yourself come, Ana," he says sternly. "You need to know this. I need you to know this so that one day, when you have a boyfriend who can't or won't give you what you need, I don't have to worry about you not being fulfilled."
One day when I have a boyfriend who's not him he means. I guess the contract does have an end date. It should be expected that he is planning for a time I'm not his.
Hm, I guess I'm already thinking of myself as his. That's news.
I nod, too nervous to speak.
"Hold up your index finger, Miss Steele," he says, returning to his dom mode. "Good. Place it right in between your breasts, in the center of your body, pointing down." He holds his finger up and places it in the middle of his chest, to show me. "No, press harder. That's better. Now, move your finger down the center of your body slowly. Dip inside your belly button and... Stop. Why don't you lean back, Ana, against the headboard? I want to see you." I can tell he's talking about my vagina since he can see me clearly and I hesitate again. It's one thing for him to see it and another for it to be ten inches tall on his computer screen. "Now, Ana."
Finally, I adjust my position so I've got my knees in the air, but my head is still upright to see the computer screen.
"Spread your knees, Ana. I need to see." I do it, though slowly. I know it's wet down there and quite honestly I'm thoroughly embarrassed.
"Move me closer, right between your thighs." I do what he asks. "God, that's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," I hear him mutter. I don't know if I was supposed to hear that, but I feel my body tighten at his words.
I look in the lower corner of the screen and see my inner workings for the first time. It's bright pink and glistening. I haven't waxed yet, but I can see where that will help with the overall look. Now I am completely committed to the waxing tomorrow. I don't care how much it hurts.
"Where were we," he asks, amused at my prone position. "Ah yes, your belly button. Dip your finger inside your belly button and keep going down. Good." His words have slowed and so has my finger. It feels naughty and so very good. My body is warming and I know I'm getting close to something.
"Now spread the flat of your palm out as you pass over your mons. Yes, Ana. You're doing wonderfully. How are you feeling?"
"Good, sir. Good."
He smiles briefly. "Ease off the pressure and slowly, lightly run the palm of your hand down over your vagina." Tingles and tremors pass over my entire body as I let my hand skim along my hair. Everything down there has a dewiness about it and it's so soft. I never knew it was so soft, like velvet. I remember my first blowjob and think how perfectly matched men and women's parts are.
"Now bring your hand back up, lightly." He's keeping very cool, but I see desire in his eyes. It's the same look he gave me in the elevator. "Good. How do you feel, Ana?"
All I can do is nod emphatically. He laughs quietly.
"Alright. Now do that again, but this time press with your hand a little. Tell me how it feels."
I follow instructions and involuntarily buck my hips slightly, pushing my hand hard against my opening. I nearly scream. "I feel so close, Mr. Grey. So close."
He nods slowly at me. "Do you remember that finger, Ana? Instead of rubbing your palm back up, I want you to slowly drag your finger up."
My finger dips gently into my folds and I shiver, moaning loudly. I don't want to keep going, but I do at the same time. I try not to think about it too hard. When I reach the front of my vagina, there's a rough patch that press my finger against. "Sir," I gasp.
He lowers his eyelids slightly. At once he's both terrifying and delectable. Either way, he's simply sinful to look at. "Keep going, Ana."
Almost grumpily, I let my finger continue its journey north and am surprised to find it keeps getting better. There's a magnetism pulling my finger towards something. When I reach it, I moan, moving my hips forward, my ass nearly on the keyboard. "Christian!"
"Miss Steele, I do hope you're enjoying yourself," he says smugly.
I let my finger skim around my clit in a lazy circle, relaxing and tensing. I can hardly control the movements of my body as my back arches and my free arm reaches out for anything to grab onto for stability. I get a good hold on one of the rails of the headboard and clutch tightly. "I think I'm going to come, Mr. Grey," I nearly shout.
"I'm so glad, Miss Steele. Now stop."
Stop?!
I whine, but I do as he says.
I'm lying on my bed (and my new laptop), completely exposed to this man over the internet, panting and heaving, and completely sweaty. Now that my entire focus isn't on the tiny spot between my knees, I become very aware of my breasts tingling and my ass heating up and all the muscles between my knees and my shoulders flexing.
"You are a very good sub, Ana. You have pleased me." I can't bring myself to smile. I just continue to pout.
"I think you deserve a reward," he says with a grin. "Why don't you pick up Miss Kavanagh's little friend?"
I blush crimson but quickly grab the little pink vibrator sitting on my quilt.
"Press that plus button on the back once. Yes. Now, Miss Steele, this will be very intense and you will want to come very quickly. I want you to hold off until I say. Is that clear?"
I nod slowly, still breathless.
"Good, now press little Katie between your breasts." Little Katie?! I wonder if he knows that Kate and I have been flirting. I don't want to think about it too hard right now. I press the gently vibrating toy between my breasts and feel it all the way up and down my spine. I can feel it in my ass and in my head, in my breasts and in my clit. "This is the lowest setting, but I think that will be sufficient. How do you feel, Miss Steele?"
I can't form words anymore. I just groan in pleasure.
"Excellent. Now, just as before, move down slowly towards your belly button."
I close my eyes for a moment and imagine Christian's hands on me. My head flies back and I'm almost overcome by an orgasm, but I lighten the pressure from the toy and take a slow, deliberate breath. I begin again, dipping into my belly button and feeling the vibrations everywhere.
"With a lighter pressure, Miss Steele, keep going until you're positioned just over your clit."
Slowly and ever so lightly I reach my center, which is swollen and sensitive beyond belief. I am basically hovering over it but can feel every movement so intensely that I feel like I may never breathe normally again.
"Press down with the toy, Miss Steele."
I do. Colors flash before my eyes. I'm definitely about to come.
"Wait, Miss Steele, not yet."
My mind starts racing to distract myself, but it can't seem to get a grip onto anything to help. I'm going to come whether he likes it or not.
Finally, he leans forward and says, "Alright, Miss Steele, you can let Katie make you come now."
