“Now look farther up and tell me what you see.”
I fingered the edge of my panties, blushing. They were plain, too, just simple bikini briefs. “I see my panties.”
“Tell me what they look like, Sophie.” His voice rolled out low and so fucking sexy I could feel myself growing wet just listening to him speak.
“They’re pale pink like my top.”
“Um hmm.” He encouraged me to go on.
“They’re bikini briefs.”
“Low cut?”
“Yes.” I traced the edge, imagining it were his fingers, him there with me in the dark bedroom. “And there’s a small rose in the center.”
“Touch that rose for me, Sophie.”
“Yes,” I whispered, bringing my fingers over to the rose, doing as he asked me. I pressed my thighs together, feeling the heat build as my need grew.
“Now I want you to slip them off. Tell me when you’ve done it.”
With a slight sigh, I hooked my thumb under the panties and slid them down my legs, then off onto the floor. Completely naked, I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his breathing on the other end of the call. It sounded dark and deep, as if he were right there with me and I were resting on his chest, kissing his throat the way he’d kissed mine last week.
“I took them off,” I confessed into the darkness.
“Good. Now spread your legs for me.”
I moved my thighs apart, first one, then the other, moving slowly, deliberately. I wished he could see.
“Have you done as I’ve asked?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“It feels good, lying there spread open for me, doesn’t it Sophie?”
I laughed, breathy and nervous, looking down at myself and feeling so exposed even though we were just on the phone. A wave of self-consciousness swept over me and I started closing my legs.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, Sophie,” he demanded, his voice sounding darker, rougher.
“OK,” I panted, holding still at his command.
“Now.”
“Yes,” I admitted quickly, eyes closed again, losing myself to this, to him. “Yes, Liam, it feels so good.” My free hand wandered down to my inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there, wanting to move up but somehow knowing I needed to wait, wait until he told me.
“Put the phone on speaker, Sophie. I want you to be able to use both of your hands.”
“All right.” I reached over and hit the speaker button, then rested the phone next to me on the pillow so he could speak directly into my ear. I felt nervous but so aroused, the need pulsing through me overcoming my shyness.
“Now bring one of your hands down to your pussy, baby. And tell me how it feels.”
I gasped at his words, so intimate, so naughty, but it was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to touch myself under his command and admit it all, how good he made me feel, how crazy I was for him. I slid my hand up, just inches away, and pressed my fingers against my slick pussy. So wet for him after just his words, I moaned.
“Tell me how wet you are for me.”
“Yes.” I started to slide my fingers along. “I’m so wet.”
“Good. That’s so good, baby.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, circling my clit, feeling the ache and throb grow more intense.
“That’s right, touch yourself for me.”
“Yes,” I cried, moving faster, needing more pressure, impatient, wanting to race to the finish.
“You touch yourself and you listen to me. But don’t you cum until I tell you, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, feeling so controlled, so fevered, desperate to cum but even more turned on that he wouldn’t let me.
“I like you slick, Sophie. I want you like that. The next time I see you I’m going to check and see if you’re nice and slick. I want you to wear a dress for me, something short like you had on the last time I saw you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I panted, twisting against my hand, mouth open, so close yet not letting myself cum.
“I’m going to make you pull your dress up and take down your panties. Then you’re going to slide your finger down into your pussy like you’re doing right now so I can watch. You might feel shy, Sophie, but I know you. You’ll be a good girl for me. You’ll touch yourself and show me how wet I make you.”
“Yes,” I moaned, picturing touching myself while he watched.
“Remove your fingers,” he ordered. I groaned in protest, but did it. “Look at them.” I brought them to my face and looked at them all sticky and covered with my arousal. “You’ll show me your fingers, all sticky and wet. You’ll show me how much you need this. How much you need me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, wanting him to make me do that. Needing it. Needing him.
“Good.” He breathed into the phone, his praise sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through my body. “Now I think you’ve earned a reward. You’ve been very good, doing as I ask. You may bring your fingers back to your pussy.”
I sighed with need as I returned my fingers to my slick clit, working it fast, a sheen of sweat forming on my body.
“And with your other hand, pull your tank down so your breasts are exposed.”
Groaning, arching my back, I did as he told me, pulling my camisole down until my breasts spilled out.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Now grab your tit and squeeze your nipple. Squeeze it hard, Sophie. Make it hurt.”
I cried out as I did it, loud into my pillow by the phone, twisting my nipple and my head, mouth open in pain and pleasure.
“Now cum,” he commanded. My orgasm flooded me, taking over completely, every thought, feeling, particle of my body consumed by ecstatic pleasure. I convulsed, grinding my pussy into my hand, whimpering and crooning and sighing into the phone as I slowly melted down into complete and total serenity.
“That was very good, Sophie.” His words smoothed over me like a gentle caress, kneading m
y limbs, enveloping and embracing all my senses. “You should get some sleep now. I’m looking forward to seeing you soon.”
“I can’t wait to see you, Liam,” I murmured, all my defenses down, nothing but honest emotion in my voice.
“Me, too. Good night.” He ended the call and after a few seconds, I moved my hand up to do the same. My eyelids closed, heavy like lead. What was this between us? I couldn’t even begin to understand, but I knew I didn’t just want more. I needed more.
10
Liam
I flew back home, grateful to Jax for being the ultimate host. He didn’t even try talking me into moving out to Cali. He could tell it wasn’t going to happen.
The flight took too long. As eager as I’d been a few days ago to get some distance, now I needed to be right by Sophie’s side. Back when we’d spent the summer together, we’d had chemistry. Our physical connection had been intense. But we hadn’t known what we’d been doing, who we were to each other. Not really. Now, though, I sensed it. I knew it in my bones, like an animal instinct. Sophie needed to serve and please the way I needed to dominate. And my discipline and punishment could set her free in a way only I knew how.
We’d agreed via text to meet at her family’s house at noon on Thursday. Her mother would be out playing bridge and I could help her move over the last of her stuff. She told me she hadn’t hired movers because she didn’t need to—she wasn’t bringing much from her mom’s. The only new thing she’d bought so far was a mattress, same day delivery.
There at twelve o’clock sharp, the house looked exactly the same as it had years ago when I pulled up in my truck. I never used to park right at the front door. Usually I’d parked out on the street and walked in to meet her as she snuck out. This time, though, we needed easy access to load up her stuff. And I was 27, so fuck it.
The gravel crunched beneath my work boots as I headed up to the front door. I didn’t have a chance to knock. She opened the door at my arrival, looking flushed, excited and wearing a dress. Simple as it was, it instantly made me hard. I’d told her to wear a dress for an express purpose, and she’d done it. She blushed as she saw me, keeping some distance between us, not quite meeting my eyes.