I rub myself and he listens to me breathing, not saying anything. Then when he hears that I’m close, he says, “Tell me when you’re going to come, right before you can’t say anything at all. I want to hear it in your voice.”
“I’m going to come—ah.” My back arches and my head goes back. I can feel myself clenching rhythmically around the plug as I come and my orgasm goes on seemingly forever.
I collapse, panting.
“Good girl. Go and take the plug out. Leave your phone on your bed. I’ll wait.”
“Mmph,” I manage, and lever myself upright.
In a few minutes I’m back with the phone pressed against my ear. “I’m back.”
“Did that feel good, babygirl?”
“Oh god oh god oh god.”
“Use your words.”
“It felt incredible. Like nothing else. Not better than your tongue, just different. Is it supposed to feel different? I thought all orgasms were the same.”
“They can be different, especially for girls. I’m going to teach you all the ways you’re able to come.”
“Oh, daddy.”
“Yes, princess?”
“I can’t wait. Where are you now?”
“I’m at home.”
His home. I wonder what it looks like. “Where do you live?”
“Marylebone. In a flat.”
“You drive from Marylebone to the theater every day? It’s like a twenty-minute walk.”
He laughs. “Of course not. I walk. I usually leave the car at the theater.”
I’m silent for a minute, picturing his walk, wondering about his favorite route. I feel calm now after an agitated evening of questions and decisions and dying of arousal. Even though he’s not here it’s like his arms are around me. I hope I feel like that all the time. You’ll obey me whether I’m there or not. You’ll want to obey me.
I can see now why he was so sure of that.
“So why Persephone?” I ask.
“It just came to me and I thought it suited you. Persephone was—”
“I know the story. Persephone was the daughter of the goddess of the harvest, and she was hanging out in a field one day when Hades, god of the underworld, came riding by on his big ol’ black chariot, snatched her up and took her to his lair. She wanted to go back to her mother but she ate some pomegranate seeds and he was all a-HA! You must stay with me six months of the year. And that’s why we have winter. Because her mother is sad.”
“An elegant recounting.”
“Thank you.”
“But you’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“Persephone didn’t want to go back to her mother for good. She wanted to be with Hades so she ate the seeds as an excuse.”