"Good. I needed to hear that. Today especially."
"Oh god, you have no idea," she says, just above a whisper.
"Stop touching your pussy—you know I can always tell when you're touching yourself. It belongs to me. Place your hands by your side, right now."
"Yes, King Henry."
"It pleases me when you obey," I continue. "Every king needs a queen. Are you ready to be my queen? Are you ready to always belong to me and do as I say?"
"I need you," she says, and I hear her breathing quicken. "My pussy throbs for you."
While she says this, I text Ashley's personal cell phone. "What's your address? I'm coming over. –Arsen" I watch as speech bubbles appear, and I can tell she's typing. Within a moment, her address appears on the screen and I smile, continuing to talk, and jumping back into my character as King Henry.
I deepen my voice again. "What would you do if I had you locked in my castle for a day? Are you thinking about it, and picturing yourself here, with me at my throne?"
"Yes, I'm picturing it… can you feel my breath on your body as I move slowly in between your thighs?"
"Good, Kitten. It pleases me when you follow my directions. Continue."
"I'd move my hands over your legs and then deep into the secret retreat of your thighs. I'd take a moment to marvel at your big, strong muscles and your impressive manhood that stands taller than any javelin I've ever seen. The knights in your court must all be jealous."
"I like where this is going," I say with a smile.
"I'd place my mouth on the tip of your huge cock, basting it with my tongue in a circular motion. Doing this makes me so hungry for you, and I want your manly taste to fill my mouth. I'd lick the entire length of your shaft, and cup your balls in my hand, gently pinching and rolling them in between my fingers."
"And then what would you do?"
"I'd ask you to sit down on your throne while I climb into your lap, naked, wet, and eager. I'd straddle your lap, while you took my breasts into your mouth. With your strong hands grasping my hips, I'd slowly lower myself onto your shaft, feeling the length of your cock fill my pussy. I'd pace myself at first, riding your cock and rocking my hips until my entire body quivered."
"Good, now I want you stand up and bend yourself over my throne because I want to fuck you from behind. I want to grab your ass and feel it in my hands. Are you bent over?"
"Yes. Oh god, I—I can hardly stand it. I can feel your cock, it's so big."
"I feel the weight of your breasts in my hands as I grab onto them, pinching your nipples between my fingers and thrusting into you quicker and quicker," and as I say this, I feel my cock harden, and I walk at a faster pace. I hear my shoes clicking against the city sidewalk—fellow pedestrians are a blur to me, and all I can think about is Ashley. I need to get to her apartment. I look at the street signs and I know I'm getting close. I hear her moaning and breathing heavy on the other end of the phone, her voice now just above a whisper.
"King Henry, I—I—I—oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm—"
"Good, I want you to come for me. Come now. I command it."
Her voice is ragged and labored, and with that, I hear the convulsions in her voice and the gasps and I can picture her body in the throws of climax. I'm now at her apartment and I know that I quickly need to end the call.
"Until next time, my queen," I say, and I hang up before she can respond.
I walked faster than I thought and now I'm finding myself standing in front of her door. I knock. I don't hear her in her apartment. But I know she's home.
I knock again. She's here; that much I know. I mean, I just had her on the phone. And then I hear it, the
lock on her door is released and it slowly opens. She is standing in the doorway, her face flushed and in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen in my life. We are both looking at each other, and for the first time, we are both at a loss for words.
Ashley
I run to the door as fast as I can, hearing Arsen already knocking for the second time. Crap! I didn’t expect him to get here so fast! I mean, my heart's still racing, and I didn’t even have the time to change. I’m still wearing the lingerie I had on when I was on the phone, a matching set of a deep purple lace bra and thong.
I have just come, talking with Henry on the phone, and I’m still wet from that conversation… And now here he is, Arsen Hawke in the flesh. This time I didn’t even need to text him, telling him I’d be coming over—no, this time he was the one doing the texting, almost as if he could guess I was having one of my private moments with King Henry.
I have no idea how he’d react if he found out I’m into one of my clients, a man I have never even met. Would Arsen be mad? Or would he just shrug it off? Oh, yeah, who am I kidding? What man would shrug off the fact that his rival is a disembodied voice? That would be like a punch in the gut. But none of that matters now… What matters is that my heart's still racing, and that my body is craving something wild and furious.
“Just in time,” I tell him, after an awkward, silent pause. I'm grinning as I reach for him and curl my fingers over his belt; I pull him inside the apartment, shutting the door with the ball of my foot as I go. He follows me with a smile, and that hunger I’ve come to know so well flickering in his eyes. Before I even have the time to gasp, he grabs both my wrists and turns my body around, making me lift my arms over my head as he pins me against the wall.