Before she had a chance to see the text, it rang in her hand. Incoming call from Jason. She flushed, feeling as though he’d caught her masturbating when he couldn’t possibly know that. Her fingers were shaking as she answered. “Hey.” Her voice was too deep. She cleared her throat.
“Hey, yourself,” he responded, chuckling. “Busy?”
“Uh… No?”
“Is that a question?”
“No. I mean I’m not busy. I’m not even up yet.”
“You mentioned that, and then you didn’t respond to my last text, so I thought maybe you’d decided to masturbate.”
She sucked in a breath, shocked by his bluntness. What the hell am I supposed to say in response?
“I was right, wasn’t I?”
She cringed. How the hell was I caught touching myself by someone who isn’t in the house? “Maybe?”
He laughed. “Maybe? Are you wearing panties?”
“No. I was. But no. Now I’m not.”
“Were your fingers touching your pussy when I called?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“That’s kind of the definition of masturbating, little one.”
Her face heated as she bit into her lip. The phone vibrated a second later, indicating Jason wanted to switch to FaceTime. She nearly died as she accepted the new connection. Her hands were shaking as she held the phone up.
“Hey,” he said softly, smirking.
“Hey,” she repeated yet again.
“Your cheeks are red.”
“Are they?” She licked her lips. Her body was trembling for reasons she couldn’t understand.
“Definitely. Lift your knees, spread them wide, and prop the phone against your thigh so I can watch your face while you masturbate.”
She stopped breathing. “Uh…”
“Do it, baby. You wanted to come. I want to watch.”
She slowly lifted her knees, leaving the covers over her so that they pulled tight between her thighs. It was easy to set the phone down between her legs, leaning it against the blanket. It was angled just right to include her face. She was breathing heavily. “Not sure I can do this, Jason.”
He smiled. “I know you can. Forget I’m watching. You can even close your eyes if you want. Fuck your pretty little pussy for me. Were you going to use your fingers or a vibrator?”
“Uh…” She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet. I would have grabbed a vibrator eventually,” she confessed.
“Good point. It had only been thirty seconds. Just long enough for you to yank off your panties and run your fingers through your folds.”
God, he’s good. “Yes.” Is he psychic?
“Do you always wear panties?”
“Yes.” The only times she’d gone without had been Friday night when she’d given them to him outside the bar and Saturday night when she’d gone to his house without them under her jeans. She even slept in panties…except the two nights she’d slept with him.
His voice dropped and she thought he leaned forward. “Can you make yourself come with your fingers alone?”
“Not likely.” But as horny as she was, maybe she was wrong. Maybe she could come from finger stimulation.
“Let’s try. Touch yourself, baby girl. Stroke your fingers through your pussy.”
She was trembling as she followed his directions, and moaned the moment her fingers dragged through her folds.
“Are you wet, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Use that to play with your clit. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want you to drag this out. I want you to come hard and fast. Flick your clit rapidly and then pinch it.”
She closed her eyes and did as he instructed, not wanting to watch him watching her.
“That’s a good girl. Move faster. Thrust three fingers from your other hand into your cunt while you continue tormenting your clit.”
She obeyed him again, unable to do otherwise. She sucked in a breath at the stretch from her fingers buried deep inside her. Her other hand worked furiously as her clit throbbed and swelled.
“Thrust your fingers, baby girl. Don’t worry about the phone. I can hear you if it falls.”
She stiffened her legs as she plunged her fingers in and out of her sopping wet channel. She was painfully close already. She sucked in a breath and held it, trying to keep from coming so fast.
“Don’t hold back, Libby,” he demanded. “Come for me. Do it now.”
As if her pussy followed orders only from him, she came, the rush of her orgasm slamming to the surface so fast she gasped. It wasn’t enough. It left her panting with need.
“God, you’re gorgeous. Do you feel better?”
“Not really, Sir,” she admitted.
He smirked. “I bet your pussy is pulsing with the need for my cock.”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her legs were shaking as she met his gaze on the screen.
“Good. I didn’t want that orgasm to be very satisfying, you naughty girl. Now, stop touching yourself. Keep your greedy fingers away from your pussy for the rest of the day. If you’re a good girl later, maybe I’ll let you come again tonight.”
She swallowed, embarrassed and intrigued and excited and nervous.
“I gotta get back to work. Find something to keep yourself busy, little one. Spend the day in a T-shirt and no panties, but keep your hands above your waist. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, already shuddering at the thought.
“Wear a skirt or a dress tonight. No panties.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “See you at seven.” And then he ended the call.
She was left staring at the screen, wondering how the hell he’d just hijacked not only her orgasm but her entire day. If she spent the day in nothing but a T-shirt, she wouldn’t be able to get him out of her mind.
But he knew that.
He was a devious Dom.
Chapter 12
Jason had a hell of a time concentrating the entire day. He’d been shocked by how easily he’d guessed that Libby was masturbating and then how quickly he’d managed to control her orgasm over the phone. Sexy as fuck.
His dick had been hard all day too, and he’d denied it just as he’d denied her. He couldn’t wait to be inside her later tonight, but in the meantime, he imposed his no-masturbating
