WILDKAT: Only if you do the same.
SAVAGE: I’d like that. You can be my sex therapist.
WILDKAT: Do you need one?
SAVAGE: Ha! I need something. My cock is hard as a rock.
WILDKAT: Mmm. What would you like me to do about that?
SAVAGE: Honestly?
WILDKAT: We did agree we’d be honest.
When his response appeared on the screen, the muscles in herpussy clenched. She shivered.
SAVAGE: Honestly? I want to punish you for being late.
Katherine bit her lower lip to restrain a blossoming grin.It didn’t work.
WILDKAT: I was late.
SAVAGE: You were a bad girl. Weren’t you?
She hesitated, savoring the excitement, and then finallytyped.
WILDKAT: Yes. I was a bad girl.
SAVAGE: What are you wearing?
It was a cheesy question, one they’d joked about more thanonce, but at the moment, the implications of the query only made her wetter.
WILDKAT: My teddy.
SAVAGE: The black satin?
WILDKAT: Yes.
SAVAGE: The one that makes your nipples so hard when you rubthem?
WILDKAT: Yes.
SAVAGE: Jesus. God.
WILDKAT: Do you want me to touch myself?
SAVAGE: No. Not yet. Do you have a belt?
WILDKAT: A belt? Yikes!
SAVAGE: Come on, Kat. Play along here.
WILDKAT: Yes. I have the belt to my robe.
SAVAGE: Is it soft?
WILDKAT: Yes. And thick.
SAVAGE: Good. Go get it. And while you’re up, get thatvibrator you used the last time.