slowly slide your hand into the bra, pushing the cup back with your knuckles so you can grip your breast like I do.”
“Your hands are so much bigger. I like that, though I know my breasts are small.”
“They’re beautiful. Perfect and beautiful, just like all of you. Don’t put yourself down, or I’ll make you spank yourself.”
She choked on a startled chuckle, and she heard the smile in his voice. “Don’t think I won’t. Keep stroking yourself. Touch yourself the way I would. Let me hear you think it out loud. I like how your voice is starting to shake.”
He'd just given her the go-ahead to follow her imaginings, so she took him through it, how she saw him stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples. Sliding his hands down to cup her buttocks, squeeze as he lifted her to his mouth. He had the most adept mouth, playing over her wet flesh and drawing forth noises that didn’t sound like they came from her, or if they did, from some primal place that connected to a time and a world when humans embraced their animal side.
“I like that,” he mused, his voice thick. “Chasing you down in the forest, grabbing you around the waist. Or rolling us to the ground in a field of soft grass where I can have you in the sunshine or by moonlight, it doesn’t matter. You’re beautiful in every kind of light. You are the light.”
“Rory…” Her voice lifted as her fingers pressed deep, the heel of her hand and thumb alternating on that bundle of nerves on the outside.
“Yeah, baby. I think you should come for your Master. Let him hear how much you miss him.”
It was the word Master that did it, shoved her fully over the edge. He didn’t use it often, but he’d used it more since Tyler’s party. Ever since realizing how she responded to it, at just the right moment.
She climaxed around her fingers, feeling the clamp and ripple of those responsive tissues as her body bucked and her thumb rubbed over her clit, absorbing all the spasms. Her legs kicked, her back arched, and cool air touched her nipples as the blanket fell to her waist. She tried to tell him all that even as she came, knowing he’d want to hear her struggle to form words.
She missed him, missed him so much…
“Right here with me,” he was saying in that rough tone as she came down. His stream of words filled her. “I’ve got you. You’re all good. I’m so proud of you. I so wish I was with you, too. I’d put my mouth on you, taste that climax you just gave me, rub my face in your scent. I love that smell of you wanting me. First thing I’m going to do when I get back is push you down over whatever solid surface I can find, pull down your panties and taste that scent. Then I’m giving you a spanking for thinking this is something you needed to be sorry for. I might just use my push gloves for it. The leather palms will deliver a nice sting. Understand?”
“I understand,” she whispered, shivering at the idea. And at everything else coursing through her. She’d seen him wear those gloves for his workouts, the way the leather molded to his palms oddly intriguing. “Rory…”
She wanted to say it so badly. Three words. It didn’t matter what it attached to, how all the wants and needs that went with it could shred her. But he’d just told her yet another wondrous thing she’d always thought was wrong wasn’t.
Day by day, experience by experience, he was dismantling the world that had formed her prison for so long. And he never stopped assuring her that whatever that world looked like, he would be there.
Like Marguerite had said. Though there was a gap between words and belief, she so wanted to believe. Enough that she yearned to form the words, force them past all those fears.
She could hear someone calling to him, but he shushed them and spoke into the phone. “What, baby?”
“I’m…glad you’re having fun.”
“All right.” He paused. “Stop worrying. You’re everything to me. Always.”
Now the tears did spill forth. “Okay. Thank you. I…I’ll see you when you get back.”
She disconnected the call.
“I love you, Rory.”
It echoed in the room, bounced back and hit her like a slap in the face. Curling up tight on the bed, she covered her head with her arms, hiding from the fallout,