“Please,” I begged.
“What does my baby need?” he asked.
“Please.”
“Tell me. Use your words, baby.”
Oh, God. He was going to make me say it out loud?
“I want to come,” I said desperately. “Please.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “Good girl for telling me.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my legs together. Just his voice alone could get me off, I was sure of it. The rough quality of it, the low baritone, the slight, sexy Russian accent …
I was turned on just thinking about it.
“Put the phone on speaker and lay it down by your side,” he demanded. I did as he asked, placing the phone down. My body felt flushed. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples were hard, and there was an unmistakable rhythmic pounding against my pussy.
“Put your hands between your legs, princess, and tell me how wet you are.”
My eyes sprang open. That wasn’t Damien’s voice.
Fuck, Nikolay was with him.
“Do it now,” he said.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
I did as he asked, feeling the wetness coating my palm.
“How wet are you?” Nikolay asked.
“Soaking,” I cried.
“Good girl. I want you to touch yourself. Rub your fingers around your clit. Do it, baby, and think of us.”
I cried out as I did it, my skin feeling too sensitive.
“Fuck, kotyonok. That’s it. Be as loud as you can. You know how much we love it when you scream.”
A strong spasm moved through me from Mikhail’s words.
They were all there.
“Pet, I want you to insert a finger inside your greedy little cunt. I want you to feel how tight you are, how fucking wet you are for us, and we’re not even there. Do it now.”
I inserted my finger inside myself, feeling the slippery heat of my flesh surrounding it.
I began to move it in and out, my cries becoming louder the more friction I added.
I closed my eyes and listened to their voices, letting them wash over me like tidal waves and imagining they were right here with me, touching me, kissing me, using me.
“That’s it, kotyonok. I love the sound you make when you’re about to lose control. Don’t hold back on my account. Come as loud as you need to,” Mikhail cooed through the phone.
“Oh, God. Mikhail.”
“Go faster, pet. I want you to get yourself off as hard as you can. Don’t hold back.”