Go on,I type. Two words. A surrender.
I was fantasizing about you fucking me.
Tell me more,I type, my breath coming in short gasps.
From behind. Grabbing my hair, your arm around me, your mouth on my neck…
Circling my clit, I throw my head back and moan softly. I’m almost too aroused to type.I can make that happen. How do you want me to fuck you? With my fingers?I send it, then wait a few seconds.With my strap-on?
It takes a while for her to reply, and I suspect she, too, is trying to multitask.
I want you to fuck me with your strap-on, she types.Hard.
My fingers move faster, matching the rhythm of her words.Are you touching yourself, Ruby?
Yes.
I imagine her in bed, naked, like me, and I want to be there so badly it hurts. The Domme inside me is tempted to tell her to hold off, to wait until we’re together.
How does it feel?I ask.
It feels amazing…but something is missing. You.
I bite my lower lip and swallow another moan, not wanting to wake my mother. I’m so close, trembling, bucking my hips.Send me a picture.It’s a crazy demand, and I’m surprised when I receive an attachment.
There she is, in bed. Her bottom half is covered bywhite sheets, her top half is bare, her breasts full, her nipples erect as she stares into the camera for the sexiest selfie I’ve ever seen. Her hair tousled and face free of makeup, her eyes heavy lidded, her hand reaching under the covers.
You’re beautiful.I pause before I send another message.I want you.Intimacy is easier at a distance. A sexy exchange over messages, a striptease viewed from my car… It’s almost like it doesn’t count, like it’s merely a fantasy that can never touch my heart. It’s not the same though; I long to touch her.
I’m right here,she replies. Now it’s your turn.
My turn?I hesitate for a beat before I make a split decision.How about I come over instead? Stop what you’re doing. I’ll see you in my office.
FORTY-ONE
RUBY
Descending the staircase, my silk robe whispers against my skin with each step. The club's bass pulses through the walls, vibrations matching the rhythm of my racing heart.
Robert, the security guard, gives me a polite nod as I pass. His expression remains professionally neutral, but I’m sure he’s confused about the temporary living arrangements. I return his nod and continue toward Athena's office, my legs trembling as I let myself in.
I perch on the edge of her desk, bare legs dangling, and try to slow my breathing. The minutes stretch like hours as I wait, my body still thrumming with need from our text exchange.
Then the door handle finally turns, and Athena is there, wrapped in a white toweling robe, her hair tousled and curling against her shoulders.
She licks her lips and without hesitation, she crosses to me, her hands finding my waist with possessive certainty as she stands between my legs. She kisses me fiercely, her tongue sliding against mine with an urgency that makes me gasp. I lose myself in her taste, in the heat of her body, in thescent of her skin. When she grinds against me, I feel something hard under her robe.
“Fuck… is that...”
“Uh-huh.” Athena shoots me a mischievous smile.
I want to take off her robe, but she stops me. "Turn around," she commands, her tone brooking no argument.
I turn, and she slides my robe off my shoulders until it falls to the ground. Her hand snakes around me, caressing my breasts while her mouth is on my neck, kissing me, grazing my skin as she whispers, "I’m wearing the best toy money can buy and I’m going to fuck your brains out."
Her words alone are enough to nearly make me come, and a whimper escapes my throat as she pinches my nipple. The sensation shoots straight between my legs, where I'm wet and throbbing. Her other hand slides down my stomach, tracing patterns that make my muscles jump beneath her touch.
"Bend over the desk," she murmurs, and I comply without hesitation, placing my palms flat on the cool surface.
