Even his voice turns me on.I whimper as I slide a finger through my wetness, barely hearing his words over the blood roaring in my ears.
“Stop touching yourself and ask me why,” he orders sternly.
I don’t even need to ask how he knows I’m touching myself. The man knows everything about me. “Wh-why?”
“Because you’re not going to come tonight, angel. Maybe going without an orgasm will help jog your memory.”
My hand is frozen, hovering over my clit. “I was just joking!”
“Too late to turn back now, baby. This time is all for me.” His breathing is ragged, and now I’m sure he’s gripping his dick in one of his big fists, using the precum leaking from his tip as lubrication. “Let me hear you say it, Sloane.”
“This time is all for you.” I want to cry as the words pass my lips, but I say them because I know that it will please him.
And whatever pleases Dom, pleases me.
“Good girl. Now turn your vibrator on and get it wet.”
I do as he says, sliding the toy through my juices repeatedly, letting it brush over the swollen and sensitive bud even though doing so puts mein danger of breaking Dom’s rule. My breath catches, a soft moan slipping past my lips, and he groans.
“Slide it in, because I need your hands free for this part. Tell me when it’s done.”
My skin is on fire, yet somehow covered in goose bumps, as I push the vibrator inside of me and nearly die from the sensation of the buzzing in my core. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on anything but the pleasure racing down my spine.
“Done.”
I’m a breathless, panting mess as I wait for him to tell me how we’re going to work together to get him to release. I love that he’s being selfish, that he’s using me for his pleasure without planning to give me anything but the gift of hearing him come in return.Finally,I think to myself.He’s finally done treating me like a fragile, breakable thing.And I’ve never felt more powerful.
“Perfect.” His voice has descended into the pits of hell, and I know his eyes are as dark as his tone. I can see the liquid pools of obsidian shimmering behind my lids. “Palm your breast in one hand and stroke that pretty pussy with the other.Slowly.”
I’m trembling as my index finger swirls around my clit. My back arches off of the bed, and I cry out softly. Dom lets out a groan that goes straight through me. Our moans mix with the faint sounds of skin slipping over skin. Me touching myself for him and Dom stroking himself off for an orgasm that’s going to shatter both of us. My walls begin to clench around the vibrator with early warning signs of an orgasm I’m not allowed to have, so I slow my movements.
“Don’t slow down.”
I whimper. “I have to! If I don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself from coming.”
“Figure it out, angel,” he says between ragged breaths. “If you come tonight, I won’t let you have an orgasm for the rest of the week.”
“Dom!” I’m whining, desperate for something, anything to put out the flames licking up my spine. Growing hotter and climbing higher the longer I listen to him and touch myself.
“Pull the vibrator out and slide it back in. Let me hear how wet you are.”
The toy slips out easily, coated in my juices and making the most filthy and obscene sound as I slide it back into me. He only told me to do it once, but it feels so good I can’t help but do it over and over again. Imagining that it’s his dick fucking into me, stretching me out with every glide. I don’t even recognize the sounds pouring out of my mouth, some strangled combination of his name and the word “please.”
“Fuck, Sloane.” He shudders, and I can tell by the rough edge of his words that he’s close. “You’re doing so good, angel. Hearing you fuck yourself like that is going to make me come.”
Unshed tears burn my eyes and my neck hurts from the awkward position it’s in because of the phone, but it’s all worth it for the sound of Dom unraveling on the other end of the line. I can hear his fist moving furiously, stroking his dick with a brutality that has my knees shaking and my walls fluttering against the constant quivering of the toy inside of me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
“Oh God.” I moan, biting down on my lip to stifle the sound.
“I wish I could see your face. See you struggling to hold it together, fighting back the need to come even as you work yourself over for me. Is it killing you to hold back, baby?”
“Ye-yes.”
The one broken word is the only thing I can manage to say, because all of my energy is centered on the inferno swirling in my veins. The tidal wave of pleasure threatening to break through the dam of my resistance at any second. I force myself to focus on something, anything else but the sound of skin slapping against skin. Of wet juices easing the glide of busy hands moving with a frenzied determination.
And just when I’m about to break, I hear it. The sharp intake of breath followed by a long, animalistic growl that rips free from Dom’s throat and shatters me into a million tiny pieces. The vibrator is still whirling away inside of me, every inch of my skin is still drawn tight with the built-up pressure of my stalled orgasm, but somehow I feel satisfied. I mean, I’m still horny as hell, so turned on that even the slightest bit of friction will set me off, but knowing that I made it through the single most erotic phone call in my entire life without disobeying Dom’s order is gratifying as hell.
I remove the toy from my pussy gingerly and toss it to the side. Then I pull my hand out of my panties and press my thighs together to relieve some of the ache. I can’t help but smile to myself as I listen to him recover from his release.
