“I think you’d rather have me fucking your throat, filling that sassy mouth of yours with every inch while you gag and whimper thinking about how much I could please you,” I growl
She gets louder, but I know it’s not fake. I’ve learned the difference.
“I’m so much bigger than your fingers so get your fucking toy and work it into your pussy.”
Silence answers, then she swallows. “Okay.”
“Do not turn it on,” I order. “You’re going to slide it in slowly, as deep as you can, then all the way out. I don’t care how good it feels, you’re going to move that slow until I tell you otherwise.”
“How do you know what I’m doing?” She huffs, despite how shaky she is. “I could be fucking myself hard and fast.”
“But you’re not, because you want this as much as I do.” I’ve never been more sure in my life. “You like being chased, but you want satisfaction. You want me to throw you over my shoulder, rip your clothes off your body with my teeth and take control.”
She whimpers and I picture her fucking herself. This should have been a video call. When she doesn’t argue, I continue. “Faster.”
Her moans increase, and her panting is high pitched, eager.
God, just hearing her is driving me insane. I shiver and thrust into my hand as I tighten it again. She sounds so good, so fucking perfect and I know that being inside her would be better. I wouldn’t have a hope at controlling myself, not once she submits.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Pinch your nipple, roll it between your fingers.”
She takes a deep breath, then whimpers.
“Make yourself come. And don’t youdarehide your face in a pillow.” I order between gritted teeth.
“Fuck you,” She pants.
“I know you want to. And when you behave, you’ll get to,” I tease her.
It doesn’t take her long to come apart, shouting and whimpering as she comes apart. I come for her, back arched, jaw tight, groaning low and deep as heat and pleasure fires off every nerve in my body.
My muscles quiver and my abs tighten again as my hips thrust forward uselessly. I slump in the chair and smile. “See what happens when you’re good?”
“I did it myself,” She argues.
“Sure you did. I just made it better.” I sigh. “Now, get to studying. That degree won’t earn itself.”
I hang up, clean up, and exhale slowly. Once I put myself together after hands down the best phone sex I’ve had, I head out of the house only to be stopped by my father. He motions me to a room and I see Lief and Chase already waiting for me.
The door shuts behind me with a thundering sound that echoes in my bones. Just like that, I’m wound tight again. Masturbating isn’t good enough to keep me calm around my father.
I sit and fold my hands. Chase isn’t afraid, he’s furious – because he doesn’t know what our father is capable of. I gave him a hint, but the man isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty despite keeping Lief on a leash, chained and obedient.
“You said this was handled,” Father growls. “You assured me that you took care of it.”
“I did.”
“Mr. Smith hasn’t been brought in and I know he’s still alive. Explain to me then, how did you take care of the leak?”
“He’snotthe leak,” I say as I cross my ankle over my knee.
“Proof.”
“Chase.” I look to my brother.
“I went through his computer, thoroughly. He doesn’t want the police involved. He has his own secrets. He wouldn’t go to them.”
Good. Exactly as we practiced.