Of Course We Do!

The second the bell tinged—barely a whisper of sound—my head snapped toward her like a marionette on strings. Sanah's breath caught, her pupils dilating as she slowly jiggled the bell again, watching my throat bob in real time. "Holy shit," Aisha hissed through the phone, her face suddenly far too close to the camera. "Do it again."

"Do you wanna see what I can make him do when he gets like this?" Sanah teased, knowing the answer.

"HOLY SHIT WHAT DOES HE DO?!" Aisha practically screamed through the phone, her fingers gripping the screen like she might crawl through it. Sanah smirked, twisting my collar between her fingers until the bell gave a soft, suggestive chime. "Watch and learn," she purred, swinging one leg over my lap and presenting her back to the camera—the curve of her ass perfectly framed by skin-tight leggings.

I froze. "No. Absolutely not—" The protest died in my throat as Sanah's hand fisted in my hair, yanking me forward until her phone captured every detail: my flaring nostrils, the panicked dilation of my pupils, the way my lips hovered millimeters from the fabric. "Be a good boy," she murmured, rolling her hips just enough to make the leggings stretch taut. "Show your masters how obedient you are. Kiss My Ass!"