Chapter 15

LEVI'S POV

After meticulously washing my hands and changing into fresh briefs and pants, I hurried back to the room. I hastily reconnected on the video call, finding Isabella exactly where I had left her moments ago, her expression unchanged. She was such a good, good, sub. I could tell she was not doing it for anything else other than the fact that this genuinely gave her pleasure. It made me respect and adore her all the more.

"I disconnected to get something done. My bad," I apologized as I adjusted the angle of my camera.

"Why did you hang up?" Her voice held a hint of curiosity tinged with mild naughtiness. I wanted to spank that tone of her voice. She’s my sweet, little, sub.

Oh fuck!

"One of these days I'll tell you," I replied cryptically, it was important to keep the mystery surrounding me for now.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
I studied her facial expressions, trying to discern whether she was about to lie or if we had finally reached a point of complete honesty, at least from her side.

I've been dishonest. That's for sure. If she finds out, I wonder if she'll be the one to punish me then. I'll take whatever she throws my way with open arms, I admitted quietly to myself.

Funny enough, the thought of her punishing me filled me with a thrill. What could a sub like her really do to me? I would like to know.

Fuck! Why am I so fucking horny!

"No, Master," she replied, her voice soft but with a hint of amusement, accompanied by a gentle smile. “I was waiting for you.”

My heart tugged at her words and smile, and again I got semi-hard. Will I ever not be hard around her or while hearing her voice? She's my temptation and my sexual weakness in flesh and try as I may I cannot control myself when it comes to her.

Fuck! I really try.

I want to know more. Everything.

"Is the stress you're experiencing at work not from the job itself, but because of your sexual fantasies about your boss?" I inquired, searching her face for a truthful response.

"No, it's just work," she refuted firmly. I felt a twinge of disappointment knowing she was telling the truth.

I grinned, already plotting how she would make it up to me.

"Where are your toys?" I asked. She bent down to retrieve the vibrator from her cupboard, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her tight, wet, pussy.

I'm the one who’s getting punished because I can't fucking touch it.

"Sweet Jesus. Save me!" I thought, as my cock got hard again. With the intense orgasm I had had earlier I didn't think I could get hard quickly but Isabella is hellbent on making me raging mad, horny all the time and I loved it.

She plugged the vibrator and swallowed as she turned to the camera, "Put it on your clit and think of your boss."

"What?" She replied, swallowing hard.

"You heard me, do it now," I commanded.

She obeyed, putting the pink toy against her clit and rubbing it up and down like an expert in giving herself pleasure. She closed her eyes tight in intense lust.

"So. Tell me more about your job," I said, wanting to bring her mind to the present. Needing to make her cum to the sound of my voice and also yearning for her to think about me.

"The internship position on the team is incredibly rare. I have to put in a lot of effort and deliver excellent results if I want any hope of staying here. But ever since Levi was brought in as the team manager, the work has become much tougher. Meeting his expectations and producing outstanding results has become even more challenging," she explained, moaning.

"Why do you fantasize about him then?” I asked, needing to delve deeper into her mind.

"He's like you," she replied, her voice softening with a mix of admiration and longing.

Oh fuck!

I took the risk and brought out my dick from my pants seeing as her eyes were closed, and I started to stroke myself avoiding the tip lest I come quickly. Much too quickly. I mean right now.

I was trying to hold back but it was clear I couldn't for long.

"You like hearing my voice while your clit is being played with right?" I asked my perfect sub.

"Y..e..yes.." She moaned loudly, stumbling at her words.

"Touch those round, beautiful perfect breasts of yours and play with your nipple. Fondle them for your masters' pleasure, baby." I commanded, biting my lips as I stroked myself even harder.

"Yes, master." She obeyed. Slowly bringing her hands to her breast. First she cups each, not fully as they are bigger than her hands then she plays with her nipples. Twisting the hard nub.

"Fuck, master. I need you here. I need you to fuck me." She cried out, sweat gathering on her forehead.

"Turn it to the highest and tell me why you really fantasize about your boss," I order. She obeys without thinking.

"He's like you."

"Like me?" I asked, scared that she was unto me but It made my cock even harder.

"It's just a feeling. He controls me, just like you,” She moaned hard. "Master, I'm coming." She screamed.

“Don’t!”

“I can’t stop it.” She screamed, and shook, collapsing on her bed. Her screams caused my cock to jerk and my fingers touched the tip. I couldn't control it anymore. I came so hard it shook me to the toes of my feet.

Once again, I paused the call and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

Returning from the bathroom, I felt both fatigued and eager to uncover more about what Isabella knew about me—both as her boss and potentially as her master and someone she was starting to suspect. Did she prefer me as Levi, or as Mr. L? And if she liked both, whom did she favor more? These questions swirled incessantly in my mind.

Upon resuming the video call, I found Isabella freshly cleaned up and lying on her bed with a satisfied smile. Seeing her content filled me with a sense of fulfillment; knowing I could bring her satisfaction was deeply gratifying.

"Is your boss giving you any trouble?" I asked, wanting to gauge her feelings towards Levi.

"Not really. It's just stressful being around him in the office," she confessed. "On one hand, I fear his dissatisfaction with my work, but on the other, I struggle to resist the urge to meet his gaze. I'm apprehensive about being alone with him."

"You're a diligent worker, and I don't believe in treating hardworking employees harshly. So, I suppose I'm not Levi," I reassured her.

She smiled, seemingly convinced by my words which put my mind at ease.

"You came again without my permission," I reminded her sternly, noticing the immediate remorse in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. You can punish me," she responded, her voice filled with submission.

She’s perfect. I need her.

"Oh, I will," I replied, a calm grin spreading across my lips as a new scheme formed in my mind. "Your punishment is this: since you're so apprehensive about being alone with your boss, you will invite him to your home for coffee."

"What?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.