The Bratty Heiress

I was tossing and turning until I finally gave up and get my naked ass off the bed, I decided to take a nice warm bath and let my mind wander away from Luka.

My hands were pruning when I finally drained the tub and dried myself. I put on my black lace baby doll top with a matching thong, knowing that Luka might be watching.

Damn it! I forgot to ask for the location of the camera.

Meh… I’m just going to go for it.

Stepping into my room, I decided to open my laptop and finish off on a few emails that I didn’t get to finish today. I was laying on my stomach while typing and browsing my work at the same time.

Then my phone buzzed with an unknown number. I ignored the call, knowing it might be from some freak with a wrong number. Putting on my headphones, I blast my ear with my favorite underground rave music.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Then there was a chat window, popping up on my laptop.

But how…??

Luka: You know your ass looks sexy in that thong. Did you wear that for me?

Pervert smart ass!

Olga: Why did you ask? Maybe I was about to video chat with someone?

Luka: Let say that you are. What would this video chat consist of?

Olga: Mmm… I don’t know, never done one before. Maybe you have?

Suddenly I was jealous. But why?

Luka: You should stop biting your lip. And stop wiggling your ass. Damn, I’m so fucking stiff.

Olga: Where’s the camera anyway? And where are you? Why don’t you come here?

I was needy for his touch.

Luka: Nikolai is resting across your room already. He’d kill me if he found me in your room.

I sat up and turn off the laptop, I was done with him. I was sexually frustrated, and I was going to bed if he was not going to give me some release.

Then my phone buzzed again, this time I know it was him.

“Luka, I need to have my rest,” I said a bit annoyed by his constant tease.

“Would you touch yourself for me?” he asked huskily, his voice was low and needy.

Wait… is he touching himself?

“And how do I know that you’re not recording this? Where’s the camera anyway?”

“You have my word, it’s above the balcony door on your twelve o’clock. Now, would you open your legs wider and slid your hand under your thong.”

I did as he tells me to do, and I could hear him moan on the other line.

“Fuck baby, you just made one of my fantasy come true… I’m so hard right now…”

“Are you touching yourself?” I bravely asked him, as I was feeling the need.

“I am now, and naked… would you take off your top for me, and pinch your nipple. I really want to lick it right now.”

“Oh god… Luka, maybe you should just come here…” I said after taking off my top. My hand was back under my thong again.

I was frustrated, why am I even doing this? I just met him again this morning. Our years of snarky comebacks should’ve been a sign.

“Sshh… just do this for me now. I’m so close.” But then his sexy voice made me forget about my previous thoughts.

He was moaning, making me arched my back as I keep on playing with myself. I put the phone down as I feel the build and I was getting closer, but I couldn’t seem to get myself there.

“Oh god, Luka… you need to… I can’t do this… fuck!”

The connection was dead. I groaned in frustration… Fucking hell!

But then the phone was connecting to a video call. I smirked and slide it open, then there was Luka in all his naked glory. And he was fucking hot… then he smirked knowing that I find him damn sexy.

“Put your phone on the side table and let me stimulate your vision…” he was sitting back on his bed, his angling was impeccable.

He’s a true pervert, a very sexy one.

I could see that he was stroking himself. His legs were parted, there was slight bruising and a scrap of bandage from his back showing on his shoulder. His other hand was adjusting a tablet then he angled his phone showing him stroking as he was watching me on my bed.

Fuck! This is beyond hot!

He kept on stroking himself as he let out his sexy moans. His chiseled chest raised up and down when his breathing was getting harder. His veiny hand circles his tip over and over again, while telling me in his sexy low manly voice to take off my thong and pleasure myself.

I did as he wanted me to, arching my back as I started to feel the build again. I was looking at him pacing himself faster after he added more lube onto it, making me smirked.

“What? I’m busy, this is how I release myself… fuck…” he tilted his head back as he slows his strokes down. It was like watching live porn, but he was moaning my name, repeatedly.

Between his moans, the slapping sound of the lube to his strokes, he was taking me higher. I was close, so fucking close and he knows it. He was giving me direction in his low sexy voice on how I should touch myself. And I was doing exactly that… word for word. Until I finally climax, a trail of curses and his name flow freely as it hit me hard.

He followed me and burst moments later, his cum was all over his lower chest and some to his stomach when he pumped lazily after his climax.

“Goddamn… Luka, I never came so hard from touching myself.”

“Me too baby… me too…”

We cleaned ourselves, then back on the phone talking until I finally fall asleep to his explanation on the probability of being shot even if we were in the business.

“Still a nerd…” I mumbled as I drifted off to sleep.

I could hear him chuckle but then all fade, as I had the best post-orgasm sleep ever.

That early morning I was fast asleep only to be woken up by my alarm hours later. I knocked it off my side table knowing that I wouldn’t be working that day.

But I finally sighed and get up when the sunlight hit my eyes. I stretched my body and yawn in a very unladylike manner. I didn’t care if Luka could see me… Luka…

Bits of pieces of memory were coming back, making me smile widely.

Wait, did he say something about leaving today?

I took a quick shower and get changed. Then try to text and call Luka, but he didn’t reply.

Do you know how you feel, when you think something bad was about to happen? Well… at that moment my heart beats faster, while I try to call him once more. 

I finally release my lip that I was unconsciously been biting, when he answered.

“Hey Olga, look… I can’t talk right now. I’ll call you later okay?” He sounded like he was in a hurry, so I said my yes then he hangs up on me.

And why do I feel so crappy right now? Damn him!