“Put me on speaker phone,” he orders. “If I were there, I wouldn’t be able to resist playing with your clit while we fucked. Do it.”
I fumble with the phone, hands shaking, but somehow manage to press the right button.
“That’s it. Fuck, you look so good right now. My filthy fucking whore. Don’t stop now, you know exactly what I want. Give it to me, love.”
With both hands free, I’m able to manipulate the toy and my clit at the same time. It’s wonderful, a perfect combination. It doesn’t take long before I feel myself building toward release.
“S-Sebastian!” I gasp, back arching off the bed.
“Fuck yes. That’s my girl. Show me how well you’d take it. Show me how much you crave my cock.”
Oh God. I’m right on the edge, nerves on fire.
“Come for me, Sydney. Be my perfect little whore and come.”
I’m shaking, legs trembling, fucking myself hard as the toy vibrates inside me, setting my body aflame.
“Now,” he orders.
My body obeys him instantly, like it was waiting for his permission. I scream his name, pussy clenching down hard on the toy inside me as I arch off the bed with the force of it. It feels like it lasts forever, the pulse of the toy inside me sending me over that cliff again and again.
Sebastian’s breathing is loud on the other end of the phone as I finally come crashing down, collapsing back against my bed. My body is limp, my muscles liquid, and it takes an ungodly amount of time to generate the energy to turn off my toy and slide it out of my body.
As the last of it fades, I focus on my breathing, on the thunderous beating of my heart.
I don’t count to ten. I don’t try to calm my body or my mind, don’t try to wash away the dark with happy thoughts. For once, I let myself revel in it, feeling a strange mixture of power and shame. I let myself lie there, basking in it all.
His perfect little whore.
“Are you still there?” I ask when my breath returns to normal, and my body is my own again.
“I’m still here,” he answers quietly from the phone.
I lift it to my ear, switching the audio back to normal.
“You do this every time,” I say. “Wait for me to hang up. Don’t you?”
The pause is long.
“I do,” he admits.
I shift on the mattress, suddenly awkward. This is the first time we’ve actually spoken, afterwards. The first time I haven’t hung up on him after taking what I want.
“Why?” I ask.
“It just feels right to be here. In case you need me.”
“And if I never need you?” I ask, voice teasing.
“I’ll still wait,” he says. The sincerity in his voice makes my chest feel tight. “I’m a patient man, Sydney.”
“But you won’t wait forever.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I even realize I’m saying them. There’s a tremble of fear to my voice. “I keep pushing you away. All of you. And I just…”
I swallow hard. On the other end of the phone, Sebastian is silent, waiting.
“You won’t wait forever,” I finish.
“That worries you, doesn’t it?” I can hear the frown in his voice. “Do you think we’re going to disappear? That we’ll get sick of waiting for you?”
