An early lunch break for him, perhaps?
Fifteen minutes later I waited on the bed. At 10:45 exactly, I hit the send button to call him.
The phone clicked as he picked up.
“Abigail,” he said, and I was no longer talking to the weary, worn traveler I’d spoken with hours earlier. The low, commanding voice sending shivers up my spine belonged to only one person.
“Master.”
—NATHANIEL—
She spoke that one word,
“Have you followed my instructions?” I asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“I want you to turn on the speaker, put the phone on the bed, and get into your inspection position,” I said. “Tell me when you’re finished.”
From the other side of the phone came a slight rustling, and I pictured her doing as I asked.
“I’m ready, Master,” she said.
“Thank you, my lovely. Now, tell me what I’d see if I were there.”
I listened as she described her body, as she detailed her position and posture.
“Very nice,” I said when she had finished. “I can see you in my mind, and that’s certainly part of what I wanted to accomplish. However, you just spent a lot of time writing on two very specific assignments. With
Silence filled the other end of the line as she thought about my words, and then I heard her soft “Oh” and smiled.
“What do I see?” I asked again. “Start with your head.”
“You not only see my head tipped back, but also the meaning behind it,” she said, all excited.
“Which is what?”
“My throat is exposed. Vulnerable. And I place it in offering to you.”
“Yes,” I said. “And your chest?”
“Is thrust forward,” she answered. “But it’s more than presenting you my breasts. My chest houses my heart, and in this position, my heart is vulnerable, too.” She spoke with pride. “My heart’s one of my body’s most important organs as well as being the symbolic center of my emotions. It’s almost as if I’m offering you my life. You could harm me, but I trust you not to. You could injure me, but I know you would not.”
Her excitement and delight in answering me struck my own symbolic center. “Do you have any idea what it does to me, what it means to me, to see you before me like that?”
“No, Master,” she said. “But I’m getting glimpses.”
“Then we’re both making progress.”
“Yes, Master.”
“If I were with you, I would walk behind you and tell you to move into your waiting position. What would you do with your head?”
“I would drop it, Master.”
“Do it,” I instructed. “Then I brush aside your hair so your neck is bared for me. I lean forward and you feel my breath as it brushes against the delicate skin covering your spine.”
She gave a shaky intake of breath.
“My lips follow the path of my breath,” I continued. “They softly brush your right shoulder blade. I’m running my hand over your left, tracing your fine bone structure under my fingertips.”
She sighed.
“I feel you shudder,” I said. “Your response makes me harder.” I stroked myself in response, but only lightly. We had further to go. “Be my hands as they come around your body. They gently cup your breasts and I feel your heartbeat. It’s racing. I rub my thumbs across your nipples and they harden. You’re getting excited, aren’t you, Abigail?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you feel your heart?”
“Yes,” she said. “It
“I roll your nipples between my fingertips and start kissing down your neck. My teeth graze your skin and my tongue traces their trail.” I licked my lips. “Your taste is unbelievable.”
I closed my eyes and pictured her. “Lie on your back,” I said, because it would be easier for her and because she’d been kneeling long enough. “We’re on our bed now. Keep your knees bent and spread.” The bed rustled as she complied. “Do you feel the cool air on your pussy? Are you aching to touch yourself?”
“Yes, Master,” she said in an almost groan.
“But are your hands on your breasts where I left them?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent,” I said. “I move them down your body and across the outline of your rib cage. I feel the rise and fall of your chest and notice how you’re breathing heavier. Do you feel it, too?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I bring my hands lower and move them across your hips. I move myself to rest in between your legs, but I’m careful not to touch where you want me.” I closed my eyes and imagined. “Your lips are soft and you part them under my kiss. You sigh softly, and I dip my hand lower to draw lazy circles around your hip bone.”
I opened my eyes and looked at the phone to my side as if I could see her through it.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I pinch your right nipple for that slip,” I said, and I heard the gasp as she did so. “I move my hand back to your lower body and brush it against your belly. What are you feeling?”
“I feel you warm against my front,” she said softly. “Your cock is hard and pressed to my stomach. I want to feel you lower. I push toward you. Wanting.”
“I know exactly what you want, my lovely,” I said. “And you know I’ll give it to you. I’m just not ready yet.”
She whimpered, and I smiled.
“I drop my head and suckle you,” I said. “I’m rolling your nipple around my tongue, flicking it. Are you pretending your hands are my teeth?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now pinch them because I’m biting and tugging at them. I love the feel of you in my mouth. The slight pull of your skin.”
She gasped.
“And I love the noises you make for me,” I said, with a smile and a hint of longing that I wasn’t with her in person to hear her noises.
“I love making noises for you, Master,” she said. “I often find I can’t help myself.”
“My favorite noise is the one you make when I enter you,” I said, brushing my cock, remembering. “If I told you to move freely, what would you do?”
I swore I could hear her smile through the phone. “I’d move down your body, tease the tip of your cock with my tongue, and see if I could elicit a few noises of my own, Master.”
I chuckled. She’d been more playful since the day of our role-playing, and I’d been thrilled to see more of that side of her. Just because she wore my collar on weekends didn’t mean she had to give up that part of herself.
