“That mouth,” he admonishes in a deep, gravelly voice that’s almost inhuman. “What am I going to do with you, kitten?”
I tip my chin back, impertinent—the exact attitude that provokes him most. “You’re going to give me an orgasm.”
His low rumble of consideration slides down my spine like a caress.
“I don’t think you’ve earned an orgasm,” he drawls, tapping his chin. Even his fingers are sheathed in leather gloves, giving him complete anonymity.
He’s seen my face and body countless times over the last four years, but I keep the most important parts of myself hidden from him, too. He only knows my real first name, where I’m studying for my MA, and my sexual predilections. Nothing more. Nothing truly intimate.
Our arrangement suits my needs perfectly.
I reach for my vibrator, waving it in front of the screen. “And what are you going to do to stop me?”
He growls in earnest this time. “You know the consequences. I’ll end the call and leave you wanting.”
I shoot him a sly grin. “I’ll just finish myself off anyway.”
“You could,” he allows. “But we both know it’d be nothing compared to what I can give you. Your thighs don’t shake when I’m not here, do they? Your eyes don’t roll back while you moan my name and beg for mercy.”
“Fine,” I huff, doing my best to conceal how aroused I am at only a few dirty words spoken in his rough voice. “I’ll be good.”
“You’ll work for this one,” he warns. “You think I’ve edged you before? I won’t give you permission to come until you cry for me this time.”
My lips part on an indignant gasp, but my core pulses at the threat.
I want to cry for him. I want to give him everything he demands of me, until I’m so lost in him that I don’t have roomto think about anything else. I won’t have to feel anything but transcendent pleasure.
This is the release I only find with him.
“I won’t cry for you.” I defy him, sinking into our power play.
“You will. You’ll do whatever I say, because you want to please me. Don’t you?”
I lick my lips. “Maybe.”
“Always this game,” he chides. “We both know what you really want. I should turn you over my knee and paint your ass red with my hand.”
“You’d have to catch me first,” I taunt breathily.
“As if you could outrun me,” he sneers. “You’re such a little thing, so fragile. I could break you so easily. I would hunt you down and fuck you in the dirt. And you would come all over my cock. You can’t escape me. You don’t want to.”
I turn on my vibrator.
“No,” he barks. “Hands only. That vibrator can’t handle you the way I can.”
I turn it off and set it aside, but I don’t wait for his command to touch myself. Boldly, I cup my breast, teasing my nipple through my pink silk nightgown that I know he likes.
“You feel that?” he purrs. “That’s my hand on you. I’m giving you this pleasure. You’re just my instrument, my pretty little toy. Your body is mine. Your will is mine. Are you ready to obey me, Karolina?”
“That depends on what you order me to do.”
I’m clinging to my defiance by a thread. The temptation to surrender to his control makes my fingers tremble with the force of my desire. My entire body feelsalivein a way I only experience with him.
But it will be so much sweeter if I make him work for it. He can’t physically overpower me, so I lean into our battle of wills.
Our game is familiar, but I never get bored. Ever since we connected in the chat room of my favorite erotica site when I was a freshman at UNC, he’s been my only source of carnal release.
“You love when I force you to surrender.”
