“So what is the so much more?”
“Where to begin? I want to touch you,” he says. “Run my fingers over every inch of you, and then do the same with my tongue. I want to suck on your nipples until they’re almost too sensitive to be touched, and then I want to do the same to your clit while I hold you fast in place. You’ll want to squirm, to move, but you’ll be trapped, a slave to every manner of pleasure that I can imagine, and all of it aimed at my ultimate goal of making you come.”
I bite back a moan as I squirm on the bed, every inch of my skin on fire from his words.
He pauses, and the silence brings a sense of loss as potent as if he had taken his hand from my body. I don’t admit that, though. Right now, I’m not ready to admit anything. Instead, I feign nonchalance. “Oh,” I say, “is that all?”
He bursts out laughing. “Oh, no, Ms. Fairchild. I’m not buying it at all.”
“Buying what?”
But all he says is “Mmm.”
I shift on the bed, wanting his voice again. Just wanting more. “Mr. Stark?”
“I’m here. What are you wearing?”
“The same thing I was in the bar. A skirt. A blouse.”
“Are you wearing a bra?”
“Yes.”
“Underwear?”
I lick my lips. “No.”
“No? How very naughty of you, Ms. Fairchild.”
“Maybe I like to be naughty.”
He makes a rough sound in the back of his throat. “Do you? I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
I hold the phone tighter, wondering just what that will entail.
“How naughty would you like to be tonight?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
“There are rules,” he says, reminding me of our first night when he sent me home in a limo with a cellphone. “And the first one is that you don’t lie to me. Do you understand?”
I hesitate just a beat. “Yes,” I say. And then because I do know some of the rules of this game, I add, “Yes, sir.”
I can almost hear the smile of approval in his next words. “Now, answer the question. How naughty do you want to be tonight?”
“Very,” I say. And then, because I’m feeling bold, “I want to get you hard.”
“Baby, I’m already there. Put the phone on speaker and set it beside you. I want you to have both your hands free. Have you done it?”
“Yes,” I say, glancing to where I’ve placed the phone just below the pillow.
“Now unbutton your shirt, just let it lay open on your skin. Are you doing it?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now I want you to stroke your exposed skin. Slowly, up and down, from your waist to your breasts. Gently,” he clarifies. “Just let your nails trail over your skin.”
The sensation is incredible, and I close my eyes and enjoy this sweet caress.
“How does it feel?”
“Amazing,” I say. “Like it should tickle, but it doesn’t. Like I’m coming alive.”
“Tell me where you feel it.” His voice is husky, raw with need.
“Everywhere.”
“Are your nipples hard? Straining against your bra?”
“Yes.”
“Is your cunt wet? Are you throbbing, wanting to be touched? To be fucked?”
I don’t answer. I can only manage a whimper.
“Tell me, baby.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Pull the cups down on your bra. I want your nipples free. Then tease them with your fingernails, too. Just the same, very lightly.”
I do, and I feel the pathways of pleasure opening up all through me.
“Now harder. Pinch yourself. Imagine it’s my mouth on your breast. My tongue teasing you. My teeth scraping, biting.”
It is all I can do not to cry out from the pleasure.
“You like that.” It’s a statement, not a question, but I still admit what he already knows.
“Very much.”
“Suck on your finger. Harder, baby. Use your tongue. Imagine it’s my cock. Christ, baby, I’m so hard.”
I groan, but I don’t stop sucking, and I can feel the pull all the way through me, all the way to where my muscles clench in demand, needing to be filled, to be fucked.
I imagine Damien touching me, stroking me. I imagine him filling me, and when his voice comes on the line again, a tremor of pleasure cuts through me, a tiny hint of the explosion to come.
“Draw your finger over your nipple next,” he says. “Get it wet. Are you doing it?”
“Yes.” The sensation is intense. Every inch of me is an erogenous zone, but my nipples are so sensitive I think I would come if Damien closed his mouth over my breast and sucked.
“Good girl. Now tilt your head down and blow