“Don’t you dare be on your phone while you are driving.” His tone is stern, and there is even a hint of annoyance.
“Do you honestly think that you can tell me what to do?” I ask him. He whistles through the phone.
“Lana, if you start driving that car while talking to me, I’ll come to your house and tie you to that dingy bed of yours, face down, ass up. And then I’ll spank the living shit out of you because you were defiant. Do you want that?” He sounds stern, but there’s a spark beneath it, something dangerously close to amusement. And why am I enjoying it? For years, I have been trying to be a good girl, pushing down my desire for something macabre.
M picks up on my hesitation.
“Is my little hummingbird thinking about it?” My breath hitches, and I’m struggling to start my car. The reason for that could be simply that I’m afraid that he might tie me up. But what if hewon’tdo it? Am I being purposefully defiant because I want to be punished, or because I want to get to know him?
“I—I—” No thoughts are occupying my mind as I have a feeling I’m being dragged into uncharted territories.
“Are you thinking about me perking that ass up? Are you thinking aboutme?” I hear M asking me through ragged breaths. Heat is pooling inside of me because this is what I want, but not what I need.
“Are you,” I cough, “thinking about me?” Saying that out loud makes me even more wet, and my car suddenly feels smaller than it is. Because what if he is? It’s dark outside, but an inferno is burning in this confined space. I put my phone on speaker so M’s voice can carry throughout my car and into my fucking loins.
Am I giving in to temptation? Can I do this?
“I am, little hummingbird. Now it’s your fucking turn.”
“Somebody will see me, M.”
“Don’t worry, you are parked in the private parking lot of your gym. And I have disabled the electricity in the building so that everyone will stay inside and we won’t be bothered.”
What the actual fuck? His demanding tone right now gives me one clear message: shut the fuck up and do what you are told. This feels so wrong, and I could disconnect the call, but I give in to this delicious and sinful act.
13
M“What do you want me to do?” There is desire in every syllable she utters. It’s like she can’t wait for my instructions. My phone is on my desk, and I listen intently. Fuck, her pleasure is my number one priority right now. My dick is at full mast and hard as a rock.
“Oh, little hummingbird, you are going to sing in pleasure.” I imagine her panting in her car.
“First, you are going to take off your yoga pants, along with your panties.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she stammers, yet I hear some ruffling in the background. It’s working. I need Lana completely ruined.
“Listen to me very carefully because the alternative is you on your knees choking on my dick until you are going to taste your own fucking tears that will stream down your face.” Her intake of breath confirms that she wants that to happen, too.
Duly. Fucking. Noted.
“Fuck, okay.” I hear Lana taking off her pants and panties, and with each movement, I feel my ears getting hotter. Sweat is accumulating at the top of my head and trickling down my forehead onto my eyebrows.
“Are you ready, little hummingbird?” I ask her in a low voice.
“I am, M.” Fucking hell, my name on her lips sounds like a prayer. I’m not religious, but I’ll get down on my knees and worship her like she is my goddess.
“First, you are going to spread those legs… wide open.” The moment I utter the wordlegsI nearly combust.
“My legs are open, M,” she says in a seductive tone.
“Keep saying my name like that, please never stop.” I’m sounding desperate right now, and I’m proud of it. I want her to know that I’m obsessed with her and that I can’t wait to dive into her pussy.
“M, M, M, M.” The fucking temptress. I want to take care of myself, but I stop. I’m not important right now, she fucking is.
“First, we are going to take care of you, Lana. Run your fingers down your thighs very slowly.” My words carry all the pent-up tension I’ve been holding back these past few months, perfectly at odds with the calm of my surroundings. The office is warm, while outside, Sarajevo lies buried under snow. Silence wraps the room, broken only by my ragged breaths, and every word I speak to her sends a shiver through me. I can’t and won’t hide.
“I am doing that, M. Oh dear God, please let me go further,” she pants out her words.
“No God here, Lana, only a goddess and a very desperate man.”
