But exerting control over a woman sexually from time to time? Yeah, that got the blood flowing to his cock.
Like right fucking now. His dick was harder than steel just thinking about Cassie submitting to him. And not that prick she was talking about. The thought of her submitting to any man other than him made him see red. He’d kill any motherfucker who tried to control her. But God, the thought of him tying her up and ordering her to do his bidding… He shivered. His hands shook. And his cock? It was pressed against the zipper of his jeans, demanding attention.
“Hold on,” Cassie said, and he took that time to alleviate his discomfort by easing the zipper down and releasing his aching erection. He pulled it out and suppressed a groan when he gently stroked it. He wanted her soft hands on him instead. “Okay. I took it off.”
“Good girl. Now tell me what your nipples look like.”
“They’re small and pink.” She gasped and he felt the jolt in his balls. She was playing with them already.
“Did I say you could touch them?”
“No,” she said with the sexiest little pout in her voice.
“You’re being a bad girl now, Cassie. Don’t do anything unless you’re told.”
She whimpered. “All right.”
“What are you wearing?”
“My pajama bottoms and panties.”
“The same bottoms you had on last night?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
Ian could almost picture her lush breasts exposed, her wavy brown hair tumbled around her head, and her light-green eyes half-lidded. She was a fucking bombshell, and she didn’t even act like it, which made her even sexier. “Push your pj’s and panties down to your knees like you did last night.”
He heard her rustle around on her bed while he caressed his cock, stoking his own pleasure with his hand while Cassie did it with her responses.
“Okay. Are you undressing too?”
“I haven’t, but I have my pants undone and my hand around my dick. Do you want me to undress, Cassie?”
“Just your shirt.”
He smiled. If he took off his shirt, they’d both be dressed the same. Or undressed the same, actually. “Give me a sec.” He put the phone down long enough to pull his shirt off. He tossed it to the side, then picked up the phone again. “Okay. Can you lick your nipples?”
“I-I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”
“Try now.”
She panted into the phone and moaned with a wet licking sound. “Yeah, I can.”
“That’s good, Cassie.” His balls were already tingling and his belly burning with the need for release. He had to slow down or he’d blow way before he wanted to. “Lick your middle finger and circle your hard little clit for me, baby.”
She gasped and a few seconds later groaned into the phone. “Ian,” she breathed.
Holy shit, hearing her moaning his name almost undid him. He stroked his dick faster. “That’s it, baby. Tease that pretty little nub. Does that feel good?”
“Yeah. It’s hot and wet. I wish you could fuck me.”
“Shit, Cassie. I’d hold you down and drive my cock so far in you that you wouldn’t be able to tell where I stopped and you began. Do you want that? Do you think you could take this big, hard cock?”
“God, yes! Let me touch my clit,” she begged.
“Not yet, baby. I want you to shove two fingers inside that sweet pussy.”
She cried out and he had to squeeze his dick to keep from coming. “Fuck yourself with those fingers, baby.”
“Ian, I’m getting close. I want you to come with me.”
“Oh yeah. How do you want me to come?”
She hesitated, and he could hear her shallow intakes of breath. He’d give anything to be hovered over her right now, poised to ram his dick into her so fast she’d arch off the bed and force him deeper into her drenched pussy.
“I-I want you to spit into your hand, shut your eyes and visualize my mouth around your cock.”
He groaned, sweat beading on his brow. Damn, he’d love to have those plump lips wrapped around his dick, sucking him off. He pulled his hand away, spitting into it as she requested, and wrapped it around his cock again. “Ahhh, yes, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes, letting his mind create the image of her head between his legs. “Rub your clit with your other hand while you continue to fuck yourself with those greedy little fingers.”
She panted and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, gritting his teeth to hold off his orgasm.
“Oh God. Ian! I’m…I’m coming.”
His hand flew over his cock while his other fondled his balls. He felt his cum boiling inside, racing to his cock, and just as she screamed through the line, he roared, jettisoning his release. He kept stroking until the last spurt fled his body, and then he slumped back onto the bed, dragging in air like he’d just run a mile.
“Now I’m not a phone sex virgin anymore either,” he said.
She laughed a throaty, exhausted sound, making his balls quiver in anticipation again because he was the reason she was worn out. How could his cock begin to stir so quickly after that amazing orgasm? He shook his head while he grabbed his t-shirt to clean himself up.
At least she did laugh. He was worried she’d immediately regret this as soon as they’d finished, but so far, it seemed she was okay with it. That was good because he knew he wouldn’t stop now. No way was he finished with her. He realized getting involved with her on any level wasn’t a good idea, but he’d been attracted to her for a long time, and he wanted to possess her. It wasn’t truly
