“I know you’re going to be good for me because you want to be,” I cut her off, my voice sharpening. “Because if you didn’t want to play, you wouldn’t have answered.”
Silence answers me.
“Now, go lay down in bed for me and let me tell you just what to do.”
“Make me,” She bites out.
“If I was there, do you know what I’d do?”
“Fuck off?”
“I’d push you against the wall with my hand wrapped around your throat and kiss across your jaw. I’d get all the way to the corner of your mouth. Then I’d wrap your leg around my hip and let you feel just what you do to me.”
She sucks in a hard breath.
“I’d grind against you until you whimper, but I still wouldn’t kiss you.” I soften my hand over my cock, prolonging it. “I’d tighten my hand on your throat to remind you who’s in control, then tear your leggings right down your gorgeous legs and rub you through your panties.”
“Hunter, I … I …” She keeps trailing off.
“Are you in bed?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Take off your leggings and touch yourself, nice and slow. If you misbehave, the phone call is over.”
“I have a vibrator you asshole. I don’t need you to get off.” She hisses.
“By all means, don’t let me stop you.”
She doesn’t hang up and I tighten my hand around my cock, groaning. “Good girl. Let me hear you play with your clit.”
She pants then whimpers softly. I keep going, loving the game, loving her submission, no matter how she fights herself.
My head falls back and I close my eyes. “I’d get you all the way to edge without ever pushing a finger into you. Then, right when I stop, I’d kiss you before you could argue.”
He breath hitches and she moans softly.
“How wet are you, sweetheart?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Take off your underwear and your shirt. I want you naked. Now,” I order.
I hear rustling and feel my temper cool. She pushes every button every time. Making me ride the line between pissed off and pleased. I exhale and then hear her again.
“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.”
“Too bad.” She lets out a wicked moan and I can hear how wet she is as she works her fingers in. “I like how my fingers feel inside me. How my thumb rubs my clit. How I don’t have to beg to get off.”
“Valerie.”
“Don’t you want to hear me come again?” She asks before another moan tears through her. She pants. “Don’t you want to know how hot and wet I am? How good I taste?”
Her moan is muffled and I can hear her sucking. I stroke my cock fast and hard, squeezing tight and imagining her mouth around me instead, sucking and licking, all her sass gone as I fill her throat.
“Thin line,” I warn.
She moans. “I taste good, Hunter. My pussy must be the only sweet thing about me.”