"Tell me, Megs," she murmured, her gaze darkening as she leaned closer to her screen. "Who controls your pleasure?"
"You do," I whispered, the realization of the remote-controlled toy sending a fresh jolt of electricity through me.
She held up a second phone in her hand, a triumphant glint in her eyes. I could tell from the rhythmic shift of her shoulder that she was touching herself too.
Suddenly, the vibrator hummed to life without me so much as touching a button. I guided it to my labia, tracing slow, agonizing circles around my clitoris. A few jagged moans escaped my lips.
Without warning, the intensity surged. The vibration spiked to a punishing level, forcing a loud, unfiltered cry from my throat. Just as a violent spasm began to rack my body—just as I reached the precipice—everything went dead silent. She had turned it off.
I tilted the screen back up so she could see my face. I was flushed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You aren't crossing that finish line yet," Kelsey rasped, her voice thick with authority. "You'll only get off for me when I’m there to taste every single drop."
"What do I do now?" I breathed, struggling to regulate my breathing. I was pulsing, desperate, and utterly frustrated.
"Take a shower, put your toy away, and if you like the other gift, send me a photo later," Kelsey instructed, her tone final.
"Really?" I countered, the frustration bleeding through my voice.
"Hey," she said, her voice dropping to a low, warning hum. "Remember what we discussed? You agreed to this, Megs."
"I know I agreed," I breathed, "but that doesn't stop my body from screaming for more."
"That’s exactly the point. That tension is where the real pleasure lives for me," she explained, her gaze softening. "I’ll reward you for this, I promise. Your obedience... it makes you perfect in my eyes."
"Are you molding me?" I asked, my voice turning soft, almost fragile. "Are you turning me into exactly the kind of submissive you want?"
"Not for me," Kelsey clarified, her expression turning thoughtful. "I want you to discover exactly what you like. Once we’re together again, everything will become clear."
"I know, Kels... it’s just that I’m so tired of waiting to see you," I admitted.
"You’re perfect at any distance, Megs," she murmured.
"I’ve been trying... for you," I said, a small smile playing on my lips. "By the way, there’s a gift waiting for you with the concierge at your hotel. I hope you like it."
"Enjoy your dinner. Have fun with your friends," she instructed, giving me one last look of approval.
"You too, Kels..." I whispered.
I watched the call end, consciously setting my frustration aside. Then, a notification flashed across my screen.
K. Calama:"We just hung up, but I realized I forgot to ask how many days do you actually have off in January?"
I quickly typed back that I have the entire month due to the judicial recess. I couldn't help but ask why she was curious, considering we’ve technically only been on one "official" date.
K. Calama:"I’m thinking about whisking you away from the cold. That is, if you’re up for it."
Megan Woods: "And where exactly would we be going?"I hit send, biting my fingertip in anticipation.
Megan Woods:"I love how you never suggest anything simple, like grabbing hot dogs on a corner."
K. Calama: "Hey, I did ask you for a stroll in the park! But tell you what—the second I land, I’ll bring you a hot dog. Don’t you worry. As for the destination, I’m not entirely sure yet, but I’ll let you choose. Everywhere I have in mind is completely private, accessible only by helicopter, and staffed in a way that we’ll never have to see another soul. In other words... it’ll just be you and me."
I stared at the screen, my heart racing. How does she manage to make me this anxious with nothing but a text message?
K. Calama:"Necker Island or Cozumel?"
Megan Woods:"Which one have you already been to?" I asked. A quick search showed that both were paradise, but I wanted something new.
