"Hi darling, how was your day?" Villanelle asks, clutching her phone between her neck and shoulder. She waits a moment before shifting her bag over her shoulder and readjusting the phone against her ear. She just finished a job, taking most of the day before ending her target. She jiggles the handle on a nearby car. Locked. She rolls her eyes slightly.
"Fine, didn't get everything done though," You reply. "Are you on your way home?" Villanelle smirks, knowing you didn't finish your to-do list because you were too busy doing other things. Several explicit photos littered her phone throughout the day while Villanelle was completing the task Konstantin set her out to do. She tries the handle of another car, and it opens with ease.
"Are we playing this game today, Y/N?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." Villanelle's smirk grows wider as she hears the coyness in her lover's voice.
"Oh, if that's the case, I won't be touching that pretty little clit tonight." The almost inaudible gasp gives her the satisfaction that her threat hit home. "Actually," Villanelle pitches her voice lower, in the commanding tone you love. "Undress for me."
"W-what?"
"You heard me, Y/N. Undress." There's movement on the other side of the phone as you undress. "Tell me what you're doing." She pauses at a red light to shift her position, the dampness in her underwear the only sign of arousal. Villanelle swipes her tongue over her lips, thinking about the candid selfies you sent her knowing she wouldn't be able to touch you or herself.
"I removed my shirt and I'm undoing the clasp on my bra," You say quietly. Villanelle can picture how you sag in relief as the cotton prison falls to the floor. She bites at her lips in anticipation, her foot reflexively pressing harder on the gas pedal. "I'm sliding my pants over my hips and down my legs..." You trail off.
"Good girl," Villanelle praises. A soft sigh escapes your lips. "Are you wet for me, Y/N?" There's a silence that stretches for a moment too long. "Darling, I asked you a question."
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?" Villanelle raises her eyebrow even though you can't see her. She knows you're blushing, the light strip of red that highlights your cheekbones and cuts across the bridge of your nose.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm very wet for you," You pause, and Villanelle has the answer on the tip of her tongue before you finish your question. "Can I touch myself?"
"No," Villanelle states sharply. She stops the car a few blocks down from your house; the one she broke into multiple times to smell your perfume or leave something for you, the game you used to play thrilled that both of you. It's funny how times have changed. "Sit on the bed and look at yourself. Look at the curve of your hips, the softness of your belly, or the way you hold your legs together, squirming and waiting for a touch, a lick, something..." Villanelle slowly unlocks the door and steps inside. She removes her heels and quietly makes her way through the house. She reaches the outside of the bedroom door and peeks inside. You sit fully naked on the bed, legs clenched together, and your eyes closed.
"What next?" You breathe out, your chest heaving with each word like you ran a marathon moments before. Villanelle sits on the bed, the mattress dipping with her weight, startling you. Your eyes snap open and you start to move, but Villanelle smiles and rests a hand on your thigh.
"I thought I told you to keep your eyes open, darling." She runs her hand lower, inching towards your knee with goosebumps following her fingers. Your light pink blush deepens to a crimson red highlighting your fair skin. "Now, face the mirror." Villanelle takes off her blazer and throws it on the chair in the corner of the room. As you face the mirror, Villanelle cuffs her sleeves and moves to the chair.
"Wait, what are you doing?" The whine in your tone makes Villanelle feel giddy. You nibble on your bottom lip anxiously.
"Oh, darling. You think after what you did today, you deserve my touch?" Villanelle shakes her head slightly. "Look at yourself in the mirror, like you did earlier for those photos." You pout slightly but do as you're told. "Now touch yourself. Slowly." Villanelle crosses her legs and leans back in the chair, her elbow resting on the arm.
"L-like this?" You begin tracing your body with your fingertips. You trail them down from your neck to your breasts and slowly trace your nipples before tugging on them. Villanelle notices the spike of pleasure from the slight shiver that runs down your back. She takes in a breath and watches intently as you continue touching yourself. Your fingers trace the soft curves in your belly before reaching the small patch of pubic hair that barely covers your slit. You slip a finger lower, coating it in your juices before dragging it back to your clit. A small gasp escapes your lips, and you close your eyes.
"Eyes open, darling. Watch yourself as I watch you." Villanelle shifts her position just as you moisten your finger again, the slickness on your outer lips glistening. Licking her lips, Villanelle looks on as you rub your clit in soft, slow circles. Another soft moan arises. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," Villanelle says. Her clit throbs with need but she ignores it, transfixed on your glistening sex.
"Fuck, Villanelle, please touch me," You beg, your fingers still circling the sensitive nub. "Please, I want you. I need you." You don't move your gaze from your reflection in the mirror, hypnotized by how your body reacts to your fingers. Villanelle chuckles.
"No. Now focus and enjoy the view; you are stunning, especially like this." You whimper, but hold her tongue and slide two fingers inside yourself. You throw your head back in pleasure before readjusting yourself to continue watching in the mirror. "Fuck," You breathe out. "It feels so good, Villanelle."
"You're doing so good, darling. Keep going, faster." You obey, pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping cunt faster and deeper. You're panting heavily and your eyes are lidded with pleasure, the moans increasing in volume. "Tell me you're close, Y/N. Tell me you're going to come for me." Villanelle sits on the edge of her chair, watching her lover fall apart.
"I-I'm close, Ma'am. Please, can I cum? Please..." You beg, your breath coming in hard and short.
"Are you going to send me naughty selfies during work again?" Villanelle asks, drawing out your pleasure.
"N-no. Please let me cum."
"Please let me cum, what? Use your words properly, darling." Villanelle stands and walks closer to you squirming on the bed, holding off your orgasm.
"Please, Ma'am. May I cum? I need it, please," You plead. Villanelle kneels in front of you, and you instinctively slow your fingers.
"Did I say you could slow down?" Villanelle waits until you push your fingers back inside yourself. "Yes, darling. Cum for me, give it all to me."
"Oh, fuck. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, oh God." Your orgasm crashes into you and Villanelle quickly leans forward. She sucks hard on your clit, making your hips buck into her and the wetness soaking her face. Regardless, she continues sucking and licking the throbbing bud, prolonging your orgasm until you start shaking underneath her. "Ah, fuck. Villanelle, I can't..." You try to push Villanelle's head away, but she stands firm, continuing to lick and suck at your pussy. You can feel another orgasm approaching quickly. "Vil... I-I'm close, please... don't stop." Villanelle grunts in response as your fingers dig into her scalp. "Oh, fuck, yes, right there!" You cry out as your second orgasm ripples through your sensitive body and finally, Villanelle pulls away, only licking up the sweet nectar.
"Good girl, you did so well for me."
