DUMPED! (2nd Edition)(bwwm/bdsm) (Letta Storm)

by Dee Dawning

  Danny shook her hand. "Thank you Letta. We haven't discussed marriage, but it's in the back of my mind."

  That surprised me. It also pleased me. Lila Westbrook. I liked it.

  Chapter Ten

  After Letta left, Danny and I talked a while longer.

  "Really, you've thought of marriage?"

  He nodded. "Yes I have. Does that bother you?"

  "Heavens no. I thought it was a possibility up at Lake Gregory, but pushed it to the back of my mind. It was just too soon. I worried that fantastic sex we were having could color my judgment."

  He chuckled. "Now that you mention it, color is an issue, but I refuse to let what other people think influence what I really want, and I want you. As for time, nine years is not too soon for me."

  I grasped his hand. He said all the right things, but so did Lamar once. "You're so good to me. I wish I'd followed my instincts when we were young."

  "It's not too late." He grabbed the check and stared to edge out of the booth. "Are you ready to go?"

  I held my hand up. "In a minute. Can I ask you a question?"

  He gave a nod. "You can ask anything."

  "Could you really do that phone or cyber thing with me?"

  "Absolutely, I think it would be sexy, fun and very personal."

  "Then I'd like to try it. After all I didn't think I'd like being a tied up love slave either. Now, I have an idea for getting pre-paid cell phones. Since we don't want anything tying our new cell phones to us, I'll bet my friend Cami would sign up for and buy them for us."

  "I like that. Are you sure she'd do it."

  I shrugged. "Pretty sure. I'll ask her. Also I thought we might visit Vegas this coming weekend." I waggled my brow. "Since what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

  Danny cast a wide smile. "Vegas would be great, but I have a four day convention to attend in Vegas in three weeks. Why don't we save it for then?"

  "Four days in Vegas with you? I love it, but aren't we going to see each other until then?"

  He lifted my hand and kissed the top. "Of course we will. We had a pretty good time at Lake Gregory. How about going there again?"

  I wrapped my arms around Danny and hugged him. "Yeah we did, I can't wait."

  Danny had to get to the office. I dropped him at his car, which he'd parked at my condominium community center parking lot.

  When I got home, I called Cami.

  "Hi darlin' how's the new boyfriend working out?"

  "Better than the old husband."

  She laughed.

  "Sweetheart, Danny and I were wondering if you could do a big favor for us."

  "Sure, what do ya need?"

  "A couple prepaid phones. My lawyer doesn't want us talking back and forth on our existing phones for obvious reasons. She suggested the prepaid phone route."

  "Sure baby. I was just about to leave for the mall. Is there anything special you want?"

  "No, just your basic no-frills phones and a half dozen prepaid minute cards."

  "Hmm. Sounds like you're going to do a lot of talking. What are you going to talk about? No, wait, don't tell me. Phone sex."

  I gasped.

  "Was I right?"

  I didn't answer.

  "I was right, wasn't I?"

  "Maybe."

  "I knew it. If you can't be together, do it over the airwaves."

  I had to ask, "Have you ever had phone sex?"

  "Is Rudolf's nose red?"

  "Did you like it?"

  "Are the Simpsons yellow?"

  I shook my head. "Will you stop your silly comparisons and be serious?"

  "What's not to like. You get to play with the goodies while, in your case, somebody you're crazy about whispers sweet nothings in you ear. Grrr. I'm getting horny thinking about it."

  "Okay. I get the point."

  "I'll pick up the phones while I'm out and drop them at your condo by three."

  "Perfect, but could you drop Danny's off at his office?"

  "Sure. Where is it?"

  "The Coastal Building on West Santa Monica Blvd. suite 216."

  "Consider it done."

  "Great. There's one more thing."

  "What's that?"

  "Didn't you tell me once you had some bondage things?"

  When I got off the phone with Cami, I sat down at my computer and listed my assets along with their values. I emailed the finished product to Letta, then signed up for a new cyber sex email address.

  Cami brought my new phone around three, and I was all set. First thing, I called Danny.

  "Is that you, Lila?"

  "It is. I have my new phone and a brand new email address. Baby, I think I've built up enough nerve to try the phone sex thing."

  "Wonderful. I just got the list of assets from your attorney and was about to call your husband. Can it wait a little?"

  "I guess."

  "I'll tell you what. Grab a glass of wine, then take your new phone in the bathroom and get undressed. Pour some bubble bath in your tub, step in, lay back and relax. I'll leave here right after I get though with Lamar and call you from home."

  A bubble bath did sound nice and calming. "All right, but make it fast."

  * * * *

  "Doctor Patterson, can I help you."

  "Lamar, it's Dan. We, or rather you, have a problem."

  "Oh. What's that?"

  "I just got an email from Lila's attorney and it included the list of Lila's assets which will be included in her discovery declaration."

  "So."

  I took a deep breath. "She asked, in strong terms, that you provide a list of your assets, so there's a full picture of what needs to be apportioned at discovery."

  "That's reasonable. What's the problem?"

  "The problem is you're going to have to show 'Progressive Technologies' as an asset. A big asset."

  "Why? You know I have the company and the patent application in my uncle's name."

  The man is obtuse. "C'mon Lamar, what did you say your uncle does?"

  "He's a professor of Black History at George Washington University."

  I drew a sad, happy face on my desk pad. "And what are his credentials for developing the 'pre-operative regenerative therapy intravenous drip?'"

  Lamar stuttered, "Well…h, he's…a, a p-pro-ofessor."

  "And what's his medical background?"

  "Nothing, he's just a smart man. What are you getting at?"

  I added a dunce hat. "That it's obvious your uncle is a straw owner. Even if the judge didn't pick up on it, a good lawyer would tear your ruse apart and Letta Storm is the best."

  "What would happen if you made up the list for me and forgot to put it down?"

  I gave my sad, happy face a body. "Lamar, I drew up the limited corporation papers and the filed the patent application for you. I'm aware of these things, and I'm not going to stick my neck out for you. You're going to have to come clean or negotiate a fair and acceptable settlement in lieu of your financial statement."

  "Hmm. What would happen if I made the list up and forgot to put it down?"

  I added black horizontal stripes across his body. "If you made the list up and certified it was accurate, when they found out, and Letta Storm would find out, it would be the equivalent of perjury and you could face criminal charges—even jail time. I could get in trouble, too. Maybe even disbarment."

  "No, we don't want that. How about if I refused her request?"

  I snapped my pencil in half. "You can't. It's part of discovery. The longer you take to provide the required information the longer it takes to get the divorce finalized. In the meantime, if you stall, Ms. Storm would interpret it as a sign that you're hiding something. If she doesn't already know about Progressive Technologies, she'd find out."

  "You think she already knows about PT?"

  "Yes, and that's why she's rushing to discovery. Lamar after the company goes public you're going to be a rich man. I know this was your baby and Lila wasn't involved in the development of the proced
ure, but what's wrong with giving her fifty million or so? You'd still have a lot more."

  "Actually, the concept was Lila's and she did most of the development too, but I'm the man. Dan, you know I don't have fifty million. At least not until the stock sells and that's after the divorce."

  He actually admitted the idea was hers. "How much can you come up with?"

  "Maybe ten million. Do you think they'd accept that?"

  "We can only ask, but if you're not careful, she could end up as chairwoman of the board."

  "Yuck! Let's find out. Fish around. See what you can find out."

  Chapter Eleven – Phone Sex

  The bubble bath was a fabulous idea. My libido was still on edge, but the bath relaxed me. Now, if lover boy would only call.

  As if a genie fulfilled my wish, the phone rang. I answered in a sultry voice, "Hello."

  "It's me."

  "I've been waiting for you. What are you doing?"

  "I'm getting undressed. What are you doing?"

  I swallowed a sip of wine and set the glass down. Lowering my voice I began to speak in a slow, sensuous tenor. "I'm relaxing in my tub, running pleasure circles around my right nipple with my right hand waiting to engage in some hot phone sex with you."

  He snickered. "Are you embarrassed?"

  "I thought I'd be, but I'm not. I'm raring to go. Baby, I'm going to turn the speaker feature on so my hands are free for important things."

  "Good idea. I'll do the same. I'm in bed now leaning back against the headboard. Can you hear me all right?"

  As my mind drifted back to last night, when I was Danny's love slave, my pussy warmed. "Mmm. I hear you fine baby."

  "Good. What're you doing?"

  Still tweaking my nipple, I slipped my free hand between my legs and swirled my forefinger around my love bud. I closed my eyes and spoke breathily, "Don't laugh. I'm being naughty already."

  "I won't laugh. We're supposed to be naughty," His deep sexy voice, grew even deeper and sexier, "I'm being wickedly naughty, stroking my cock, while I think about how you asked me to roll you over and fuck your brains out. What are you being naughty about?"

  "Mmm, I'm rubbing my clit, remembering last night, when you blindfolded, tied me up and dined on me." I shifted in the tub and some foamy water splashed over the side. "It was so sexy, I can't stand it."

  "Mmm. Yes, that was fun. I absolutely adore eating my fill of your pussy." He chuckled. "With or without syrup, I dig your puss."

  Blood rushed through my clit as I pictured him scarfing chocolate syrup out of the various recesses and alcoves of my vulva. As my breathing sped up, I stuck two fingers deep in my channel, letting my thumb strum my clit.

  "From its sweet, burnt almond aroma, to the smooth mons, to your long sensual clitoris, I love your pussy. From the glistening, flower-petal-like inner labia, that seems to grow and open as I lick and finger you, I love your precious cunt."

  I don't know why, but like before, the filthy word, cunt, coming from Danny's lips in his deep, sexy voice, turned me on. An image of Danny beautiful eyes gazing up at me as he feasted on my pus… my cunt filled my mind and I could actually remember how his warm slippery tongue felt down there.

  "Are you there?"

  I slipped out of my reverie. "Yes baby, and I love and want to suck your cock. I can almost feel it sliding in and out of my mouth." My moans grew longer and more frequent.

  His deep voice was breathless, "Oh God, yes, baby. Your mouth feels so good, but nothing feels as good as your pussy. I want to stick my tongue in your recess. I want to lick and suck on your succulent clit, finger your pussy. I want to fuck you."

  Danny did most of the talking, but it was just as well. Beyond worked up, I floated in a surreal fog, visualizing him slurping on my private parts, I'd become so aroused, my skin seemed electrified and a carnal purr droned through me.

  "The image of your body is indelible. Your pussy makes my mouth water. I want to knead your breasts and suck your nipples. I want to lick your slit, taste your juices—"

  He paused and it sounded like he was panting.

  My pulse raced and my breathing was labored. I was there myself. "Oh sweetheart, I want you to fuck me. Nobody can fuck me like you. I wish you were here right now, so you could fuck me. My pussy wants your big, beautiful cock, so bad."

  "I know, baby. My hand is fucking my cock, but my mind is fucking your hot pussy. It's all I can think of—fucking your sweet cunt!

  I yelped, "Uh-ahh!" as the initial wave hit.

  "I can almost taste your nipple in my mouth as my prick is buried in your cunt."

  Two fingers rapidly plunged in and out of my slit as the tingly feelings rose out of the depths of my womb and surged through my body, augmented by erotic slideshow of all the times we had sex. "Jesus, oh, Jesus Christ! We are fucking. I'm sucking you off, you're eating me, we're eating each other." My index finger went crazy rubbing my clit, as I squirmed and sobbed from the intensity of my orgasm.

  "What are you doing, now?" He asked.

  The orgasm gripped my whole body with its hot fury. I quaked in total ecstasy. "Oh, God, Almighty."

  "What's going on? Are you coming? Talk to me, baby?"

  As the climax began to subside, I was able to speak. "Yes, I'm coming, baby. It's spectacular—you're spectacular. My fingers let me come, but it was you who caused it."

  He chuckled, "Well all right. I meant every word I said, I love your pussy and you!"

  "And I love your cock and you."

  "It's your turn, sweetheart. Are you ready for me to make you come?"

  "I can't wait."

  I stepped out of the tub and dried myself, talking as I did. "Good. Are you still…ah…"

  "Stroking my cock?"

  "Yes."

  "You bet, just for you and I'm as hard as a two by four."

  "Umm, I wish I could watch. I get worked up even thinking about what you are doing to yourself. I guess it's part of the turn on."

  "And I get keyed up thinking about you pleasuring yourself. If you like we could watch each other masturbate before we have sex at the lake.

  "We'll see. Thinking and watching are two different things. My sexuality is evolving, but it hasn't evolved that far yet." Dry, I hopped in bed and making my voice even more seductive, I purred, "Guess where…I…am."

  "Where?"

  "I'm in the last place we made love. My bed."

  "God, I wish I could be in bed with you!"

  "It won't be that long. What are you thinking about?"

  "When I came in your mouth and you swallowed it. That was so hot. It gives me chills thinking about it."

  "Really? That's good, because I liked you coming in my mouth." I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my lifelike vibrating dildo. It was about the same size as Danny. "In fact, you know what I'm doing?"

  "Tell me."

  "When I'm not talking to you, I'm sucking on a lifelike dildo, pretending it's your so-sexy cock."

  "I like that. If I close my eyes, I can almost feel it."

  "Yeah and I can picture it being your cock."

  "Tell me about it. How does it make you feel?"

  "Mmm, I'm swallowing the whole thing. It's shaped just like you, except you taste better. I love your taste."

  "And I love your crème."

  "Baby, I want you so bad, I can actually feel your cock inside my mouth and pussy at the same time, like there two of you. You're fucking me, but I feel you pounding my tonsils, too."

  "Your mouth and pussy both feel fantastic, they both drive me crazy. Put the dildo in your pussy. Let the dildo fuck you for me."

  "Okay, that's it sweetheart, slam my hot pussy. My cunt craves your hot, thick prick." He'd been moaning when I spoke my naughtiness into the phone and I loved it.

  "Oh, baby, I can feel it. I'm getting so close."

  It was time to really lay it on. "I can taste your sweet cock and feel it in my pussy, do it baby, come in my mouth again. I want your thick milk, please
come. I want to roll your spunk around in my mouth and show it to you before I swal—"

  "Jesus, I'm shooting my load. Oh God, it's fucking awesome." I could imagine his gyrations as he continued to grunt and groan. After untold seconds he calmed. "That was spectacular. Let's see if I can make you come again."

  He did make me come again and I made him come again.

  Once again, I really liked something I'd been dubious about. I wondered if I was becoming a sexaholic. Then Danny brought me back to Earth.

  "Okay, that was great and I hate to kill the sexy mood, but we need to talk about your divorce."

  I scrunched my nose up at the thought of that snake. "If we have to."

  "You want to be rid of him don't you?"

  I sighed. "I hope he gets the clap from his bimbo. What do I need to know?"

  "I had this conversation with Lamar about coming up with a financial statement, but as we expected, he doesn't want to declare his full worth. Instead he wants me to fish around to see if you'd take ten million. Could you get with Letta, tell her what I told you and see how she wants to proceed?