The Billionaire's Bargain (First Desire: Taming Savannah) (5 page)

“Ok,” the guy said, “Okay... Go ahead.”

“I love to know that you’re touching yourself
while you watch me,” she cooed, running her fingers under the
elastic of her panties, “Because that means we get to get off
together.”

“You... Uh... get off on this, too?”

“Are you kidding?” she asked, “There’s
nothing better!”

With that, Savannah shimmied her pants down
from her waist, revealing her pussy to her eager audience of one.
She heard a sharp intake of breath as she tossed aside her
underwear. Another ca-ching sounded from the computer, and Savannah
smiled at the webcam.

“Don’t worry about tipping anymore,” she
said, “This part is tip enough for me.”

With that, Savannah lowered her hands to her
crotch. Spreading her legs wide in front of the all-seeing camera,
she parted the lips of her pussy with one expert hand, and lowered
the fingers of the other down toward her clit. Even she could feel
how wet she’d become, and she was halfway sure that her mysterious
viewer could see her soaking the sheets beneath her. She heard the
labored breathing and rhythmic jerking of hand against dick through
the internet connection, and the knowledge that someone was jerking
off to her jerking off made her pleasure all that much sweeter.

Savannah lay her middle and index finger
against the tender knob of her clit and began to rub. Pangs of
pleasure threatened to pierce through her spine, her skull, and her
core as her fingers rubbed furiously against the center of her
being. She rocked her hips against her own hand, flicking and
rubbing her clit with greater and greater intensity.

“Oh, my god...” said the voice from the
screen.

Savannah laughed, savoring the nearly
intolerable build of pressure, and the need of that pleasure to be
released through her body. She threw her head back in blissful
agony. Images of that afternoon, forced back upon the professor's
desk, along with the idea of this lonely boy wildly pleasuring
himself to her image, flooded her mind.

“Put your fingers inside of yourself,” gasped
the boy on the other side, “I want to pretend that it’s me with my
hand in your pussy. Please, please just finger yourself for
me.”

Savannah happily obliged, sliding the fingers
of her spare hand as far into her pussy as she could while rubbing
her clit furiously. The pressure of her own fingers inside of her,
the ecstasy of her screaming clit, and the watching eyes of this
intrepid youngster overcame Savannah. She came violently against
the pink sheet beneath her, listening as her watcher groaned,
surely cumming just as vigorously on his end.

She lay back, spent. She’d had quite a few of
these online sessions, but not every one of them was as rewarding
as this had been. Not only had she managed to soak through her
sheets with her own glorious cum, she’d initiated some kid into her
fold. He was lucky to be here in her company, whether he knew it
fully or not. Now that he was in her good graces, god only knew
what kind of trouble they would get in together.

Savannah pulled herself onto her elbows and
grinned at the webcam. The image on the other side of the screen
had gone still. He was probably as worn out as she was. Still, she
playfully spread her legs a little wider, giving him his money’s
worth.

“So, stud,” Savannah cooed, “What did you
think of your first time?”

More silence on the other end.

“Hello? Buddy boy?” Savannah said, squinting
against his dark image. Suddenly, a light turned on in the boy’s
room, bathing his image in clear light. Savannah squinted at the
screen and felt her stomach drop.

“Savannah?!” the boy on the other side of the
computer screeched. Savannah saw, out of the corner of her eye,
that the wig had been knocked loose from her head. She stared at
the computer like a deer in the headlights, and realized with
horror who she had just jerked off for.

“Jeremy?!” she screeched, reaching for her
pillow to cover herself up, “What the fuck do you think you’re
doing, pervert?”

“I... You... It says that your name is
Candace!”

“It’s a stage name, asshole!”

“How was I supposed to—”

“Shut up! Nobody finds out about this, ok? If
you tell anyone, I’ll let the entire school know what a tiny little
member you have.”

“You didn’t see—”

“It doesn’t matter!” Savannah cried, severing
the internet connection. Her naked chest heaved with the
humiliation of this encounter. How could she was not recognized his
voice? She buried her head in her pillow, mortified. Well, she
thought, with Gus and Jeremy in the same room, my next
Representations of Women class is sure to be
fan-fucking-tastic.”

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The following is an excerpt
from the next episode in The Love And Submission Series –
For His Lust

Savannah and Claire are no longer on speaking
terms, what can she do to make Claire see things her way? Savannah
meets her mystery man after he makes multiple generous donations to
her bank account. He invites her over to interview for a new book
he's writing on the sex trade, an obvious bullshit story he's made
up just to get her into his apartment. Things heat up and although
the interview is about sex, it is more physical than anything else
and Savannah may be catching feelings for this incredible man
already.

Read on for a small taste:

“How’s this,” Marshall said, “I’ll tell you
what’s in the drink when you tell me your name.”

“Hmm...” Savannah considered his proposition,
“Maybe it’s better that we keep our secrets to ourselves.”

“Does that mean that I don’t get to find out
what’s under that coat?” Marshall asked, sipping his cocktail. His
lips lingered on the edge of his glass, and Savannah wished to feel
them close around her clit. She swallowed, hard, amazed at how
forcefully she wanted this man she’d never met before.

“I don’t usually do things like this,”
Savannah said, setting her glass on a side table and loosening the
belt of her coat.

“Bullshit,” Marshall smiled. Placing his
glass beside her’s, he knocked Savannah’s hands away from her belt
and scooped her up into his arms, surprising her. “You’re
practically pocket-sized aren’t you?”

This close, Savannah could feel the heat of
Marshall’s body. Though she’d only had a few sips of her drink, she
felt absolutely drunk off of their sheer proximity.

“Where’re we going?” she asked dizzily.

“I’m going to interview you, remember?” he
said, “I hope you won’t be offended if some of the questions get a
little personal.

Savannah shook her head, stunned. Marshall
carried her through the apartment, into what she presumed was the
bedroom. There was a king-sized canopy bed at the center of the
room, which was furnished lusciously. She gazed around in amazement
as Marshall lay her out on the bed. He stood up, taking in the view
of her lying prone before him, waiting.

“First question,” he said, “Do you mind being
tied up?”

Savannah felt herself become wet at the idea
of it. She shook her head. Marshall tucked under the bed and
produced a length of rope. He leaned over Savannah and tied her
arms masterfully, and as he pressed against her she could feel his
dick hard against her thigh. When her arms were tied over her head,
Marshall ran his hands along the sides of her body. He drank in the
sight of her, groaning softly as he wrapped his large hands around
her tiny ribcage.

Marshall looked Savannah in the eye, and she
felt as though she could drown in his gaze. She hardly noticed as
he moved his hand between her legs. He ran his fingers along her
inner thighs, and his eyes widened in delight as he realized that
her panties we crotchless. Savannah smiled up at him and kneaded
him playfully with her foot, brushing against his erection for lack
of free hands. He smiled down at her and knocked her foot away. He
wanted her concentrate on him.