Months after their Halloween adventure, Izzy is in Paris at her flat. O’Neill is in New York for business.

“A plug,” she types and waits.

"Such a hard dare," his reply comes within seconds. She can almost hear the sarcasm in his voice.

She’d anticipated his response and was ready. "No underwear, and a plug," she replies. 

"Fuck you! Laters." He adds in a kiss emoji as he signs off. 

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Three hours later, her phone pings again. This time a photo accompanies it. His jeans open, riding low on his hips. His pubic hair is exposed with just a hint of his cock. To the left of his hip is an unopened package.

"Fuck you," she types back with a smirk. 

"Hahaha. Moi non plus, cherie."

"You are mean, but I’m meaner." Sometimes words can be as powerful as images, and she knows how to wield them. “Now, open the package I sent and call me in exactly thirty minutes, or I won’t reply.”

Thirty-one minutes later, her iPad rings. “You are late; I might’ve been asleep.” Her first words to him were a lie, of course.

Her iPad is propped up, so he can see her body fully and the abrasions on the headboard from previous use. Lying in the middle of the bed on her Egyptian sheets, Izzy is in his favourite T-shirt. She moves slightly and he gets the hint she has nothing beneath.

The first thing she is presented with is identical to the image of the picture he sent her.

“TEASE! I want to hear all about it.” She laughs.

“You dared me!” He sniggers as he moves the camera to his face. O’Neill is at a writing table; there are no other hard surfaces, so he uses the package as a stand. The contents of the package are just out of sight.

"Now, for the important question, is the plug still in?" she asks incredulously.

"I removed it. I needed a break." He is honest with her.

"Of course. After all those hours…"

As he simultaneously says, "All the leaking..."

"It's a nice feeling still," his voice drops an octave. "Mmmm... that full feeling and the stimulations. Like a tingling feeling, even afterwards."

"Ohh my! You know what you need now?" Her voice lowers as well.

"No. But I guess you'll tell me." A rakish look comes over his face.

"Clothes pegs. I’m mean since you asked so nicely."

"Well, as you can see, I’m clothed still."

"Ohh… more is the pity. Clothed… but…" she winks at him.

"All the buts…"

"Hey! I thought you liked butts.”

“I didn't say I didn't," he says soothingly. "I like them, especially yours."

"Hmmmppphhht!” Snorting, she folds her arms, trying to look severe.

"Funny," his voice cutting through her posturing. "With cock stimulation, I just want to cum, but with anal pleasure, I like things to last."

The energy of the moment passes through them like electricity.

"Lasting is good too…"

"’Tis! The different feelings are nice." His accent is becoming more pronounced.

“Mmmhmmm…” she murmurs. "Variety is a good thing."

"Different... mindsets, I guess."

"Mindsets and sensations."

"Exposed and letting things happen in contrast with leading and controlling."

Their voices overlap as the energy builds between them.

PING! Her iPad buzzes as another image comes through.

"Oh my goodness... fuck, that looks good." The image of a hard-bodied man spread eagle greets her.

"It does! Leashes aren't my kink though, generally speaking."

"No leashes! Nothing physical, just a hand around the throat…" Her sentence trails off.

"Just?" His brows raise.

"Starting with slow pressure… Biting nipples." She starts to feel her body temperature rising.

"Choking orgasms are intriguing." He can see her eyes starting to get that dreamy expression.

"Just the hand at the throat… that control. Not choking to asphyxiation, but sensations." She continues, almost as if she has not heard him.

Both stop speaking and stare into each other’s eyes. They bite their lips and breathe just a little heavier.

"Fuck! I wish I could…" His eyes flash as his voice trails off.

"I want to hear you… beg." When your need gets so intense, I want to hear you beg."

"I would. I think. Begging with my voice and eyes."

"Yes, you will. Whimpering and squirming."

At that point, they knew there would be no turning back.

"I want you," she whispers. "On the edge of your chair and on the edge."

"Naked for you. Exposed for you. Hard for you!"

"I want to see all of you, to see your cock leaking for me." Izzy presses on.

Knowing what she is asking, O’Neill pushes his chair back and stands up, allowing his full body to become visible on her tablet. Izzy smiles and bites her bottom lip as he starts to strip for her. Once naked, he sits on the edge of his chair, as instructed.

"Please… You have to tell me." O’Neill looks intently into Izzy’s eyes.

"Feel me, feel my nails trailing down your chest," she purrs.

Both close their eyes and begin to lose themselves together.

"Oh, I know what I want, what I will do and what I will take."

Izzy knows him, knows his dirtiest, most wanting desires and she is going to use that knowledge.

"Lean back on the chair and tell me what you want. I want to hear the words." Izzy's voice is stronger and in control.

"Use me. I want you to use me!"

"I plan on it, but first I want to see you squirm. Do you trust me?” she asks.

"I trust you because my horny judgement is completely blurry." O’Neill’s answers imply consent.

She giggles at that. "I like when your horny judgement takes over. I want to see you breathing hard."

"Fuck, I can hardly sit still." O’Neill’s hips move restlessly.

"Spread your legs, my nails down your chest. No need to resist."

"Watch me, baby, spreading them for you."

"Nothing slow or too gentle now. Wider!"

"My hardness in front of you. Tight, swollen balls," his hips lifting off the chair, almost pushing into the camera.

Izzy’s and O’Neill’s breathing gets faster and choppy.

"Can you touch yourself now? Touch yourself for me."

"So hard." His voice is hoarse.

"I want to feel your cock pulse in my hand. Feel as I explore you. Rolling down your foreskin."

"Yes!" He sighs, "I felt it, as soon as you grab me."

"Slowly, pulling back your soft skin. so much precum baby," Izzy coos gently. "Cleaning it with my tongue, only my tongue."

O’Neill lifts his hips up to the camera again, exposing his glans. Her eyes feast on his heavy balls, smooth. Izzy licks her lips and ploughs on.

"I can feel your hungry eyes." O’Neill is immersed in the feeling of performing for Izzy.

"Yes, darlin’. So full, as I roll them in my fingers. Weighing them in my hands." Infusing him with her imagination. Her voice, his own hands, now the same.

Watching his thigh muscles flex, she continues relentlessly. "Both fingers rubbing just underneath, only my tongue trailing underside of your cock.

"I want you to beg, O’Neill." Uttering his name, Izzy's voice is firm.

"Fuck you!" he hisses. "I am feeling it."

"Only the wet tongue is tracing, like a wet finger. My saliva is dripping over your balls. My thumbs are rubbing my saliva just under your sack."

His hips come off the chair as she continues to torture him slowly.

"Your thighs spread so wide, allowing me to see everything. All open and exposed for me." She gasps suddenly. "Fuck, I love looking at you like this."

"As wide as possible. Fuck, I want to cum." 

"I want you to cum for me… but not yet!"

"My hardness almost hurts now." He looks pleadingly into the camera.

"I want to see it inside you." Her voice is thick with desire.

"Fuck you! So hard!"

"I want you wide open. Hard…"

"I am. Hard and leaking. Feeling it!" He whimpers.

"I’m ready to push your cock into my throat and fuck your ass."

His moans are audible. There’s no resistance from him now. This is what Izzy has been waiting for.

“Spit or lube?” Izzy knows she needs to be gentle and work with him.

Izzy watches as O’Neill reaches for the contents of her package. His eyes never leave hers as he takes the toy she sent him. Using the gel to coat the length of the dildo, O’Neill pushes back his chair so his body is fully visible.

"Gently! I’m controlling… I want to fuck you. I want to watch the dildo go in and out."

"Feeling how your mouth pushed me back on the toy. My hips push my hardness in your mouth, then back on the toy.

"Fuck! I'd let you!" O’Neill gives up control.

"Then have you fuck my mouth at the same pace. One at a time." Her voice is now heavy and full of emotion. "I can see it! Deeper!"

"I don’t know if I can take it completely,” O'Neill said, almost crying with need, his hips thrust forward as if pushing in her mouth. “I want to." Then slowly going down on the dildo.

"Oh, god yes! That’s it! Make it hard for me to breathe. Pushing the toy in you as you fuck my mouth!"

"So full... so fuckin’ full! Pushing it further in, as you push my cock further down your throat."

Izzy watches O’Neill, his eyes close as his body slowly sinks onto the toy. She revels in the eroticism of the moment and a sense of power that fuels her passion.

"Both at the same time. Go further for me, baby, let yourself go!."

He now whimpers and moans loudly. His head buzzes as he hears Izzy’s words.

"I want you to cum so badly. I can feel your cock pulsing in my mouth. I can taste your salty precum."

"Keep sucking, tasting. I want to resist but can’t seem to. I'll cum soon." O'Neill’s thighs opening and closing.

"Good! I can see everything. All the leaking. I want you to cum in my mouth while I’m fucking you with that dildo. Both pushing as deep as we can."

She watches as his cock starts twitching. Izzy grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and lifts it over her head, revealing the smooth chocolate skin of her breasts and stomach.

"I want you spurting in my mouth." Watching his body tense, she delivers her final blow. "Imagine what your hot white cum would look like against my dark skin. I want you to pull out and cum on my tits!"

"FUCK!" He shouts out as she watches him lose control. "Cumming… Oh my god!"

Izzy’s body shudders alongside his, his arousal heightening from the sight of his obvious pleasure.

Izzy cups her breasts and brings them closer to the tablet. "Dripping down my mouth. Over my neck. Over my tits.”

"Fuck!" His body spasms again.

"Mmmmhmmm." Her voice is now soothing, almost comforting.

"My goodness!" He breathes heavily and grins into the camera. "You are impossible to resist."

She blows him a kiss. "Fuck, that was intense."

Izzy and O’Neill both laugh joyfully. The release of tension makes them lightheaded.

"I was going to resist." He says sheepishly.

"I wasn’t," she retorts impishly.

They smile at each other, basking in the afterglow, feeling a closeness only produced after sharing something so personal. Izzy lays back, their bodies on display for each other.

"I’m going to kiss you, then get back to work," O’Neill says gently, already feeling the loss of her touch. "I don’t want to leave. Mo Ghra."

"It’s ok, I have Nora to keep me company." Izzy smiles sweetly into the camera, knowing exactly what images he’s already beginning to conjure up.

"Fuck! You witch!" he growls out.

"Vampire! Maybe I’ll even record it for you!" Izzy ends the video call with that parting shot.