“Now I want you to stick your finger in your mouth and get it nice and wet.” She must have leaned in close to the phone to make sure he heard the wet smack of her lips. “Yeah, that’s my girl. Take that wet finger and run it along the same path. That’s my tongue, baby.” He imagined her touching her smooth, soft skin and stroked. Not too quickly, or this conversation would be over as soon as it began. Just enough to maintain himself as he thought about the slick heat growing between her legs.
“Now you’re gonna play with your tits for me, baby.”
“How do you want me to do that?”
Alex could barely hold back his moan. “You’re going to circle your nipples with your fingers. Are they hard?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Pinch them for me.”
Her gasp told him she was following his instructions perfectly. “That’s right, baby. God, you’re so hot right now, doing everything I want you to. It’s going to make you feel so good.”
“I felt it go straight to my clit,” she whispered.
This time, he did groan. “You need to touch yourself there?”
“Yeeesss.Please.”
He squeezed his eyes shut against the pleasure that gave him. He stroked himself faster and harder, unable to control himself. Jesus, if she were there with him, he’d be rubbing the head of his cock against her opening, her soft lips caressing him just before he pushed himself into her hot, tight wetness. Pure bliss, heaven on earth.
“I want you to stroke your clit with one hand and play with your lips with the other. Just enough to almost get you there. We’re going over together.”
“You’re close?” she gasped.
“So close. But not until I know you’re coming with me, Sylvie. Are you rubbing yourself like I told you to?”
“Yes.” He heard the slightest hesitation in her voice.
“What is it, Sylvie? What do you need from me right now?”
She mewled. “Tell me…tell me that you’re holding my wrists in your hand over my head.”
Oh. Oh, wow. Did he dare? Did she want to explore that option? Only one way to find out—a safe way, just in case. This was only a fantasy, wasn’t it? Totally safe to play any way they wanted to. “I’ll give you something more…intense than that, baby, but only if you want.”
His question hung between them. He heard her swallow and feared he’d gone too far.
Then she answered, “Yes. I want more.”
He blew out a breath. “You remember how you picked up that piece of driftwood the first time you were at my house?”
“Yes.” Her voice was little more than an exhale.
“I’ve untied the knots and unwound the cord. It’s here in the bed with us. I want to use it with you. I want to tie you up with all those knots.”
“I want that too. I…I need it.”
“Jesus, baby,” he groaned. “Okay. I’m wrapping the cord around your wrists and looping it through the ironwork on the headboard. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“Not enough to hurt. I never want to hurt you. But enough that you can’t move your arms back down.”
She sighed again.
“You’re all mine to do with as I please. Your body is spread out on my bed and I can make you come as many times as I want to. As many times as you can take. And you don’t have to do a thing. Just let me give you pleasure.”
“Alex.” She sounded desperate. As desperate as he felt. His heart was ready to beat its way out of his chest. He’d never, ever done what he’d just told her to any woman in real life, but God, he’d wanted to, wanted to turn a woman’s body into a work of art, fantasized about soft silken cords outlining a woman’s breasts, a firm knot tied between them. Now, imagining Sylvie smiling up at him in pure lust was damn near too much to take.
