It doesn’t.
The words go straight through me, right to my core, and, surprising myself, I let out a quiet moan, loving the way it sounds when he calls me it.
“You like following my orders, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good. I want you to touch yourself for me. Play with those beautiful tits of yours.”
I let my hand slide over my chest, cupping my breast.
“Pinch your nipple.”
Biting my lip, I do as I’m told. A small sound escapes me.
“Harder, Sydney,” he demands.
I do it hard enough it hurts, and I cry out, savoring the feeling.
“That’s it,” Sebastian hisses into the phone. “That’s what you like, isn’t it? A little pain with your pleasure?”
“N-No,” I gasp, twisting them again. My mind conjures the memory of Viper, of his hands clasped around my jaw, forcing my head up, and I cry out, loudly.
“Don’t lie to me, not when you’re doing so well. You love it. I bet you’re dripping wet right now, aren’t you?”
“No,” I say softly, shaking my head. But I am. I know I am.
“Prove it. Slide those fingers into your wet pussy and tell me you’re not loving this.”
I don’t have to do it. I could hang up right now. But I follow his orders. I let my hand move down my body, over my hips and down until I slip a single finger over myself.
Just that touch is enough to make me cry out, arching off the bed.
“Say it, Sydney. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I… I’m wet,” I admit, moving the finger in and out of myself. It’s a vast understatement. To say I’m wet is like saying the ocean is wet. I’m soaking, every nerve on fire as my fingers roll over my body.
Sebastian groans on the other end of the phone. There’s a shuffle of fabric, followed by a zipper, and I whimper, imagining it…imagining him touching himself with me.
“Are you fingering yourself?” he asks in a breathless voice.
“Yes,” I say, gasping. My finger slides in and out of me, slippery with my cum.
“Dirty fucking whore,” he grunts into the phone. “What do you think about when you’re fucking yourself, Sydney? What dirty things do you imagine?”
I gasp, my hand moving faster.
“Are you thinking about what I said earlier? How I could have fucked you right then and there in the middle of your store?”
Oh God.
“Are you thinking about how all those people could have been just steps away while you felt my cock slam into you over and over and over again? One moan away from being caught like the dirty slut you are? How you wouldn’t have asked me to stop, even when you were on display?”
“Yes,” I gasp, fucking myself.
“Tell me what else you think about, tell me all those dirty thoughts.”
“You!” I gasp, finger moving faster. “I… I’m thinking about you, Sebastian… about your fingers, and…”
