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She had no doubt Adam had chosen the sheets with that in mind. He preferred her pale, slathering her in sun cream to protect her skin whenever they hit the beach. While she desperately wanted to be brown he loved her marble pale, loving the contrast of his dark skin against hers.
Marissa checked the light one more time. He'd told her to add another lamp if it was too dark. She didn't need to she decided, there was enough. Enough light to see her, to record what she would do. She pressed the button that would start the camera and moved to the bedside table where she'd placed the digital recorder and pressed play.
His voice filled the room. Rolling over her skin like simmering liquid, pooling in throbbing heat between her legs.
"Up on your knees in the middle of the bed."
She followed his instructions as if he'd whispered them in her ear. As if he was there to punish her if she faltered.
"I didn't hear you Marissa."
She turned to address the digital recorder, "Sorry, Adam."
"Look at the camera Marissa. Say everything directly to the camera as if I'm there. Watching you."
She turned to face the camera, looking straight at the blinking red light above the lens.
"You'll answer my every instruction. You'll do as you are told and you'll look at the camera and say yes sir. Won't you Marissa?"
"Yes sir." The words came out thick, like winter cold syrup.
He chuckled, the sound a familiar wicked caress that filled her with longing.
"Spread your legs. Up on your knees and spread your legs."
"Hands on your breasts."
She cupped the lace covered mounds. The bra he'd chosen for her to wear was gossamer thin black lace. So sheer her nipples were easily visible, straining at the fabric like fat ripe berries.
"Hold them up for me. Feel their soft weight like I do when I touch you. Flick your thumbs across your nipples."
"Yes sir." She moaned as sensation shot from her nipples to her pussy. Her clit swelled in response and pulsed against the sheer fabric of her panties. She rocked her hips to increase the feeling.
"Pinch them now. Hard. Harder."
She cried out as the delicious pain rocked through her body.
"Cry out for me if it feels good. I want to hear you moan. Pull out your tits for me. Hold them close. Show them to me baby."
She popped the mounds out of their sheer cups and squeezed them together, leaning forward. Presenting her tits to the camera.
"Wet your thumb. Suck it into your mouth baby, like it's my cock. Suck it deep."
Marissa brought her thumb to her mouth, running her tongue across the head exactly the way she liked to tease his cock. Licking around the end, she visibly flicked the tip before she sucked it in, hard and deep. She groaned, thinking about his cum slick cock and how much she wanted to taste him.
"Bring that wet thumb down to your nipple. Flick the tip as if it's my tongue."
"Yes Sir." Her eyes fell closed. She let it take her, the fantasy. It was his tongue. It was his tongue on her nipple and it felt so good.
"I bet you look so good baby. Wet nipples, pink and hard. Good enough to eat. I want to see. Dip your fingers in your pussy and show me. Show me how wet you are."
She slid her palm down her stomach, keeping the other hand cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple.
"Are you all shaved for me baby? All soft and smooth the way I love it?. Feel it on your fingertips."
Good. So good. His words. The sensation of her fingers teasing between the lips of her wet pussy sent shivers of pleasure up her spine. Edging between the sticky folds she teased the nerve rich entrance of her vagina. Round and around she flicked her fingers, never dipping in as deep as she wanted, teasing herself.
"Show me. Show me those wet fingers."
She pulled out her two glistening fingers and held them up to the camera.
"They look so good baby. So good. Taste them. Taste them for me."