Aria's breath caught in her throat.
Through the screen, Damien's golden eyes were dark, tracking her every micro-movement. His large hand stroked his thick, rigid cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the sound of his friction echoing just a bit through the phone's speakers and straight into her quiet bedroom.
Aria's hands trembled as she brought them up to her bare chest.
She obeyed him. She cupped her own breasts, pushing the soft flesh together just like he asked. She rolled her thumbs over her hardened nipples, a sharp, breathy moan escaping her lips.
"That's it," Damien praised, his voice a dark, gravelly rumble that sent a hot shiver straight down her spine. "Pinch them. Harder."
Aria pinched her nipples, crying out softly at the sharp spike of pleasure. The visual of her naked and obedient on the silk sheets, combined with the HD audio of her whimpering in his ear, pushed Damien's self-control right to the absolute edge.
His strokes became faster, his jaw clenching tight.
