“I’m waiting, love,” he prompts me.
Screw it.
I raise the toy to my mouth and run my tongue from the base to the tip. On the other end of the phone, Sebastian sucks in a breath.
So the quiet doctor wants to know what I’d do if he were here, in my bedroom? I’m more than happy to show him.
I let my tongue circle the tip of the toy before I bring it into my mouth, moaning as I do so. My thighs rub together as I work the toy between my lips, pulling it in and out slowly, rubbing my tongue over the base.
My mind replays that moment in the stockroom, with his hand in my hair and his fingers sliding over my soaking pussy.Filthy girl, he’d called me.
He has no idea how filthy I can be.
How filthy I want to be tonight.
I moan louder around the toy, pushing it as far into my throat as I can. I know he would do the same if he were here. He would force me to take every inch of him. He would stare at me with those intense blue eyes and shove his cock so far down my throat I’d choke.
“That’s it,” Sebastian’s voice says eagerly from the phone. “Fuck, you love it, don’t you? You love being a dirty whore for me.”
The words send a perverse thrill through me. I groan, giving the toy one last hard suck before pulling it from my mouth.
“Are you… Are you touching yourself?” I ask, panting.
Sebastian hesitates before answering. “No,” he says simply.
Oh. A wave of embarrassment washes over me, bringing an uncomfortable blush to my cheeks.
“Sydney… I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life right now. If I started touching myself, I wouldn’t last a minute. My pleasure can wait.”
I chew my lip, feeling strangely self-conscious, still.
“If you think that I’m not enjoying this, you’re wrong,” he insists. “Fuck, Sydney… I’m going to be thinking about this formonths, imagining you sucking my cock like you sucked that toy. Like the good little whore I know you are.”
I need more, more of him talking just like that. I whimper, squirming on my bedspread.
“That’s not all you’d do if I were there, is it?” he asks.
“No,” I admit.
“I know what you really want from me. Say it.”
“I… I want you to fuck me, Sebastian.”
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he groans through the phone. And I can hear it, hear how close he is to losing it even if he’s not touching himself. “Show me. Show me exactly how you want it.”
I practically rip my remaining clothes off.
I can’t show him exactly how I want it. Because what I want from him is what he gave me in the stockroom. I want him hard and rough. I want that fiery passion he hides away, that explosive lust.
I want him to possess me.
My vibrator is a poor substitute, unable to give me any of that. But, deep down, I hope he can see it in the way I move, the way I push the toy inside myself with a little too much force, the way I whimper and buck when it hurts.
I swallow a scream as I flick the toy to life.
“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes into the phone. “That’s it. Show me how you’d take me. Filthy fucking girl.”
I’m not gentle. I wouldn’t want him to be. I cry out as I fuck myself with it, pulling it almost all the way out and slamming it back inside me.
