𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

|57|•ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜɪᴍ•(🔥)

BONDITA

His voice came through the phone, a smooth, velvety chuckle escaping his lips. "That was absolutely adorable, my butterfly," he teased, his tone laced with playful warmth that sent a shiver down my spine. "Now, how about we try something else, hmm?"

My breath hitched at the way his words caressed me, my heart pounding as a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbled within me. "W-what do you want me to do?" I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible. This game we were playing was intoxicating-equal parts terrifying and thrilling, unlike anything I'd ever known.

"Relax, Bondita," he murmured, his voice dipping lower, a soothing yet electrifying purr. "No need to be nervous. I want you to tell me how you feel right now. Use your words," he commanded, his tone playful but firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

"I... I feel... strange," I whispered, shifting nervously on the bed, tugging at my blanket. "Like my heart is beating too fast. And my face is really hot. Everything tingles when you talk..." I trailed off, embarrassed by my own honesty. "Am I ridiculous?"

"Not ridiculous at all," he murmured, his voice filled with an unspoken understanding. "You're reacting exactly as you should, my sweet butterfly. Your honesty is intoxicating." There was a brief pause, then he added, "Now, tell me... where does it tingle the most?"

My face burned even more, if that was possible. "I-i can't... you can't ask such..." My voice was barely above a whisper, and I knew he'd hear my nervousness. After a moment of agonizing silence, I admitted, "It's... my stomach and chest. And..."

"And?" he prompted softly, his voice encouraging, almost teasing. "Don't leave me hanging now, Bondita. You can tell me. Where else does it tingle?" His tone was gentle yet insistent, like he knew I was about to reveal something significant.

"My... my uh down there," I whispered, so quietly I could hardly hear myself. "Especially when you call me... those names." My face was probably the color of a ripe tomato by now, and I was grateful he couldn't see me. The room felt incredibly warm. "Please don't laugh..."

He didn't laugh. Instead, his voice grew lower, more husky. "My sweet, innocent butterfly, feeling things 'down there', hmm? Can you describe it? The feeling, I mean?" He paused, "Does it... feel warm? Like there's a fluttering, almost like when you're nervous, but different? Maybe a bit... tender? do you feel like touching yourself love?" His voice was gentle but intimate, guiding me through these new sensations.

My face was on fire, and my body felt heavier than usual, especially 'down there'. As I thought about his question, I couldn't help but feel a strange urge to touch myself, to see if it would ease the peculiar tender ache. "Y-yes,"

Anirudh's voice was filled with a soft, amused hum, like he already knew the answer. "Ohho, are you going to touch yourself, love? Are you going to rub your little butterfly pussy while we talk?" He paused, his breathing steady, as if waiting for my response. But when I didn't "Mmm, are you feeling wet now? Can you feel how slick your little pussy has become just from talking?" My heart hammered in my chest at his crude words, but instead of offending me, they made that tender place between my legs throb even more.

I didn't overthink it-there was no need to, not when this was exactly what I wanted. Without hesitation, I breathed out, "Yes... yes!" My voice carried a mix of eagerness and longing, the words slipping from my lips before I could second-guess myself.

"Oh my innocent girl" He continued in that same silky, suggestive tone, making my name sound like a dirty word. "Are you going touching yourself now, love?"

"Yes please, I'm going to touch myself," I whimpered, my cheeks burning with shame and excitement. My fingers trembled as I slid them beneath the blanket, grazing the damp fabric of my panties. "I'm so wet," I confessed, voice barely above a whisper, "and it..."