“I am,” she answered with a hint of sarcasm.
“I love women in business outfits. You’re going to have to send me a photo of them sometime, but right now I need you to keep going, baby.” I was careful not to give away that I'd already seen her in some of those outfits.
She hesitated. “I, uh, I’m just in my underwear now.”
My cock jumped. This soft side of her was intoxicating.When we texted she was always challenging, but on the phone she was almost shy. “Tell me what they look like.”
“Uh, black lace.”
Goddammit, I was going to lose it before she was even naked. No question she would be in black, but lace too? Fuck me. “Take. Them. Off,” I gritted into the phone. This woman was driving me insane. I could see nothing but her in barely there lingerie and if I didn’t get myself under control I was going to embarrass myself.
“Ok, they’re off,” she murmured.
“Say it.” Silence filled the line again. “Say what you are now that your clothes are gone.”
Her whisper was almost inaudible. “I…I’m naked.”
I closed my eyes and pulled air in through my nose as slowly as I could manage. I had to regain my composure before I could go any farther. After a few moments, Raven’s voice floated into my ear.
“Zander?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Give me a second, baby.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Are you…”
I blew out a breath. “Yes, babe, I’m having to concentrate on other things right now.”
“Right, um…” Her voice trailed off. “Should we talk about the weather?”
“No, I’m fine.” I laughed. “Get in bed.”
The sheets rustled, and her voice trickled over my skin. “And now?” she asked.
“Oh, eager now, are we? Caress your nipples how you would like me to if I was there.”
She gasped. “How do you know I want to imagine it’s you?” Her voice turned mocking. There she was, her wicked grin coming through her voice from the other end of the line. Oh,she liked to play. I wondered if she would like the games I wanted to play with her.
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now, baby girl. I promise you that I can outlast you if you want to play, but I think you would rather come instead.”
A sharp intake of breath was her only response so I pressed on. “Are you doing it?”
“Mm,” she sighed.
“Good, now pinch those perfect nipples,” I ordered.
A cry crashed through the phone and I smiled. My girl was great at following directions when she was threatened a little. “Good girl. Keep rubbing your nipple with one hand while you move the other between your legs.”
I slipped out of my shorts and boxers, my cock springing free. Gripping the length, I repositioned the phone in my left hand. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Y-yes.” Her breathy voice made my dick grow even harder. It made sense that Raven would be submissive leaning in the bedroom. Women who were strong leaders in most facets of life were natural subs in private to the partners they trusted. They needed the reprieve from having to make decisions all the time, and I loved that she was obeying so sweetly for me.
“Fuck, baby. Spread your legs wide and tease yourself. Don’t touch your clit yet.”
Raven whimpered in response, and fuck, I would be dreaming of the sounds she made until the end of time. “Is it good, baby? Say it.”
“Yes,” she said, louder than the softer voice she had been using. “It’s so good.”
I started to work my hand up and down my painfully hard cock, trying to stifle my moan so I could hear every noise leaving those perfect lips.
