The Director's Cut by Js Taylor (if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud txt) 📕

“Of course not, James,” I say innocently.

I can feel how wet I am already, and I let my fingers slide under the fabric of my underwear, letting him see how far down they reach.

I’m loving the power I have over him at this moment.

“Take off your panties.” It’s a command now, and even over the phone line, I feel myself automatically responding to the authority in his voice.

I tug down my panties, keeping my legs together, and let them fall onto the bed.

“Now,” he says, in the same low voice. “Open your legs.”

I close my eyes for a moment, steeling myself. The idea of him seeing me naked on camera suddenly feels more exposing than if he were in the room.

“Do as you’re told, Isabella,” commands James.

Slowly, I let my knees fall apart.

“Isabella.” James’s voice sounds tight. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

I feel myself blushing.

“I am disappointed that I can’t be in the room with you,” adds James.

So am I.

“But I have other ways of exerting my influence.” He sounds devilish now. His aristocratic English accent has an added naughtiness.

“I have a mind to make you touch yourself,” he adds. “But I couldn’t bear not to see it in person. So that will have to wait.”

Whoa. He wants to see me touch myself. I’m not sure I’d be able to do it in front of him.

“In the meantime,” he continues, “pick up the toy.”

I feel my breath constrict. The idea of using the toy myself feels a little frightening. What does it do exactly? It’s not large, at least. Each part of the U-shape is slightly shorter than a finger.

“You’ll notice each half has a slight bulge at the end,” James is saying. “One is a little ridged.”

I nod, and then realise he can’t see me. “Yes,” I say.

“That end,” says James, “is going to fit over your clitoris.”

Uh huh. I’m working out where the other end will go.

“The other part,” says James, his voice smooth, “will slide inside you.”

Slide inside me. I’m already wet just from hearing him speak over the phone. I guess he must know that.

“Move the toy in front of the camera,” he breathes. “I want to see you do it.”

There’s no question what he expects then.

“Now, Isabella,” he adds. “Don’t make me warn you about your punishment again. You have already pushed me to the brink of understanding. Any further hesitation will be counted as extreme disobedience.”

I swallow, and manoeuvre the toy in front of the camera and between my legs.

“Push it inside yourself,” says James, his voice sounding thick, “and position the other end so it fits across your clitoris.”

I do as he instructs, feeling the warm wetness grow as I slide the toy into myself. Part of me can’t believe I’m doing this. Another part feels incredibly sexy. Inserted into me, I can feel the soft pressure of the toy.

“The toy needs to be directly over your G-spot,” says James. “And since I can’t be there to position it, you’ll need to make sure it’s in the right place.”

How do I do that?

“Place your index finger at the bottom of the toy,” says James. “I want you to push slowly upwards. Until you feel it hit your G-spot.”

“How will I know if it’s in the right place?” I ask.

James gives a wicked chuckle.

“You’ll know.”

Moving my index finger where he suggests, I slowly push.

Then I gasp, and my hand falls away.

“You found it then,” says James.

The sudden flash of sensation has left me momentarily speechless. When we first had sex, James used his finger to press against my G-spot. I’d forgotten how the feeling could be.

“What does it feel like?” asks James.

“Intense,” I admit, saying the first word which comes into my head.

“Certain sexual positions can stimulate the G-spot,” says James. “But this is more, direct.” He says the word with extreme satisfaction.

“Now,” he says, his tone changing slightly. “You asked me what the app on your phone was for. Allow me to show you.”

Suddenly there is an electronic pulse, deep inside me, and I feel the toy come alive.

Oh. Wow.

I make a loud gasping moan, unable to control the sound as it escapes my lips.

“I take it you like the sensation?” says James. He sounds amused. But I can hardly register it. Inside me, the end of the U-shape feels like a million warm, pulsing flashes. As though every intimate part of me is being deeply massaged at once.

“How are you doing that?” I gasp, fighting to get the words out against the barrage of pleasure he’s creating.

“Surely you’ve heard of remote control?”

“I… Not for this.”

James laughs. “The device works through the Wi-Fi connection on your phone. I’m pleased I can have such an effect on you, from so far away.” He sounds delighted.

“Mmmmm,” I moan as the pulsing continues. It’s as much as I can do not to writhe on the bed.

“Do you think you could come like that?” asks James as the vibrating continues an internal barrage on my senses.

“I… I think so.” It’s difficult to tell. It’s a different feeling from how James has made me come before.

“You think so,” assesses James. “But I think I might like to make you come a little sooner. And more spectacularly.”

More spectacularly? What does he mean?

Then another hot sensation strikes my body, and I realise what he’s talking about. The other end of the U-shape, the one fitted against my clitoris, has now begun vibrating.

“Arrrgh!” I can’t help myself. The feeling is so intense. I feel my entire body convulse and leap towards orgasm. And then, suddenly, the vibration on my clitoris ceases, and my body drops back to the warm internal buzz on my G-spot.

“But I don’t want you to come quite that quickly,” adds James. “The purpose of this is for you to reach orgasm at the point where only your G-spot is stimulated.”

He pauses for a moment, giving me time to sink deeper into the pleasurable pulsing on my G-spot, and then suddenly, my