by J. S. Scott
He looked like he was holding himself back from saying something. She’d never seen that particular expression on his face before. There was a hunger there, something primal and excitingly dangerous. It was as if he knew what she’d been doing. But he couldn’t. If he had, he would have said something. Done something to betray that he knew.
Like have a bulging erection?
Kate removed her hand from her skirt and searched his face. He looked like he wanted her, but he wasn’t acting on it. No, he couldn’t know what she’d done.
She’d expected her euphoria to ebb after her climax, but as she sat there across from Brock, she felt the urge to strip naked and offer herself to him. She wanted to take him in her mouth, tasting him while he thrust himself inside her again and again. These balls are making me nuts. Their continued vibration within her was almost more than she could take.
I don’t even know who Mr. Elf is. Why shouldn’t I take what I want? Why let him decide anything for me?
He’d promised, however, that things would get even better for her. What if they could? Could they get better than this? It was worth waiting to find out. Kate stood and said, “I have to go, Brock. I just came by to say it was nice to see you last night.” She walked around his desk and planted a kiss on his cheek. She didn’t look at him while she did. She couldn’t. The hardest thing she’d ever done was walk away from him.
“Kate,” he said just before she walked out the door.
She turned and looked at him. If he asked her to bend over for him right then, she knew she would. She wasn’t strong enough to deny him. “Yes?”
“Come by to see me anytime,” he said. His cheeks were as flushed as hers.
“I will,” Kate said, barely above a whisper, and bolted for her car.
*****
Some days fly by. Others drag on. For Brock, the rest of that day passed excruciating slowly, and trying to concentrate on anything after Kate’s visit was an exercise in futility.
He still couldn’t believe he’d been able to keep his hands off her as she played with herself in front of him. It had been sheer torture, but the kind that was too good to stop. At one point their eyes had met, and he’d known that, with the slightest encouragement from him, the two of them would have been ripping each other’s clothing off and fucking on his desk. Or his office floor. Just thinking about it gave him another painful ache in his balls. Luckily, as far as he knew, no man had died from such a condition.
As much as he’d seen desire in her eyes, he’d also watched her fight it. She’d held herself back because he’d told her to—well, the elf in him had. That insight was a powerful turn-on. What else would she do if he commanded her to?
He reminded himself to be patient. He could have his fun and the prize if he played this right. When she’d given him that final kiss on his cheek, the scent of her orgasm had been on her. It lingered in his office—or was it just that he wanted her so badly he couldn’t get that heady scent out of his head? He should have told her to shake hands with him. Or better, to have somehow run a finger over his lips, dipped one in his mouth.
No, that would have been too obvious.
Brock groaned as the crotch of his pants became uncomfortably tight again. He sent off a final email for the day, closed up his office, and left without saying good-bye to his sister. She would have taken one look at his face and known he was hiding something. He didn’t keep many secrets from her, but nothing—nothing—was going to come between him and the game he and Kate were playing.
He was home in record time and naked in his own bed shortly after that. He had told himself he wouldn’t contact her until seven. The wait was killing him. He spent the intervening time reading an erotic novella and jerking off.
He hadn’t masturbated so much since he’d first discovered the joys of his own hand and lotion. He remembered using so many tissues when he was fifteen that his mother had taken him to an allergist. He and the male doctor had exchanged a funny look when his mother had explained the reason for their visit. He’d sent a pleading look that had been read and understood: Just go with it, dude.
To his mother’s amazement, the allergy tests had come back negative. She’d spoken to his father about it and then never mentioned it again. He hadn’t been able to look her in the eye for weeks after that.
One perk of becoming an independent adult is the freedom to masturbate in every room of your own apartment. More kids might move out early if more parents stressed that. I would have.
According to his married friends, that freedom was short-lived after vows were exchanged. A wife and kids brought otherwise bold men back to jerking off in their showers. Another reason to enjoy himself while he had the chance.
He picked up his prepaid phone and texted: Were you good or bad today, Kate?
I was very bad.
That’s good. Did you do as I told you?
Yes, I did.
Tell me about it. Tell me every last detail of it. Brock had taken the edge off with two orgasms, thanks to the hot scenes in the novella, and he was glad he had. It allowed him to leisurely stroke himself while he read her description of what she’d done in his office earlier. Her description was mostly fact, which only made his plans for that evening with her more exciting.
Did you fuck him?
No. You told me not to.
Good girl. No punishment tonight. All reward. Did you get my gifts?
Yes. I have them with me right now.
Where are you?
I’m sitting on my bed with both boxes next to me.
Are you naked?
No.
You should always be naked when you talk to me. Get undressed, Kate.
I’m naked now, but it’s cold so I put a blanket over me.
Brock laughed. You’re so honest, Kate. I like that about you. I want you to be comfortable tonight. Open the small box first.
Call Me Hot. Is this porn?
Yes, but the reviews say women like this one more than most.
You bought it based on the reviews?
Kate, does the television in your bedroom take DVDs?
Yes.
Go put it in.
Are there men in this video?
Go open the second box.
I’m not into other women.
I don’t care. Open the box.
Hey, this is what I thought you’d give me on the first day.
I’m glad you like it. You can also use it underwater.
Like in a bath?
Yes, but not tonight. Tonight I want to watch a movie with you.
I may not be coordinated enough for this. I was never good with typing with my left hand.
I did say I’d give you a reward. If you put the phone beside you on the bed I’ll whisper in your ear.
Not afraid I’ll recognize your voice?
It’s worth the risk to hear you come again. Plus, tonight is a lesson that requires an instructor. Do you still have the Ben Wa balls in?
I do.
Take them out. Turn on the video, but don’t turn on the vibrator yet. Then call me. But don’t talk to me. Don’t ask me questions. You haven’t earned the right to yet. Just listen and do everything I tell you. Are you ready for your lesson, Kate?
Yes.
Yes, Master.
Yes, Master Elf.
Brock chuckled. I’ll accept that for now. He cued up the video he’d placed in his own DVD and muted his television. He jumped when his phone rang, even though he’d been expecting the call. Every part of him was hyper alert, excited at a level beyond anything he’d experienced before. He gave himself a mental shake. He needed to hold it together enough to remember not to use his normal voice.
He whispered, “Hi, Kate.”
“Hi, Master Elf,” she whispered back.
“Don’t speak,” he commanded in a whisper. “The two women in the video are starting a phone-sex business. Listen to how they describe sex to the men. Tonight is about learning how to please me. If you do, yo
ur reward will be to come while I listen. Again and again, if you want.”
“Oh, I could never say that,” Kate said when one of the women told a man how she wanted to be taken.
“It’s fantasy, Kate. The two women in the video are into each other, not the men on the phone. That’s why men pay women to talk dirty to them. Because those women know that pleasure can be found in fantasy as much as in reality.”
“Do you pay for phone sex?”
“No questions, Kate. Listen to what the women say. Think about what you could say to me.”
“Oh, my God, one woman is going down on the other while she’s talking to the man on the phone.”
“Kate, sex is beautiful regardless of who is having it. The female body is beautiful. You can enjoy watching something even if you wouldn’t want to do it yourself. It’s a fantasy, Kate. Remove your boundaries and let yourself imagine.”
Kate’s breathing became more and more ragged. “I want to touch myself.”
“Not, yet, Kate. Not yet.”
“She has the same vibrator you bought me.”
“I know.”
“I want to use it. Right now.”
“Stop talking, Kate, and watch.”
The women in the video had moved on from the men on the phone to pleasuring each other. Brock felt the first tickling of another orgasm but resisted it. He wanted to wait for Kate.
When the first complete sex scene ended, Brock whispered, “Turn off the volume on your TV, Kate.” He heard her comply. “Now, tell me what you’d like me to do to you. Make me come. Then, only when I say so, you can come with the vibrator. Don’t touch yourself until then, Kate. I’ll know if you do, and I’ll hang up.”
Kate was silent for a moment. Then she started to speak, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. “I’m lying here all alone, my pussy dripping wet, thinking of you and wishing you were beside me. I’m running my hands over my body, finding my nipples and squeezing them because they are so hard, so eager to be in your mouth. I want to touch myself right now, but I know I can’t because you haven’t allowed me, and you are my master. You come first. If you were here, I’d be begging to take you in my mouth. Kissing your length, tasting the tip, then putting you all the way in my mouth and sucking deeper while I run my hands hungrily over your balls.” She stopped. “How am I doing?”
Brock forgot to whisper. “Good. Keep going.”
“I am imagining Brock right now, is that okay?”
“That’s fine. Just keep talking.”
“You can come on my chest or in my mouth. Whatever you want, because I belong to you. Then I’ll lick you clean and start all over until you beg me to stop. When we finally kiss, I want your tongue to fuck my mouth while your cock fucks my pussy. I want you so deep inside me I won’t know where you end and I begin. And when you come inside me, I want you to whisper for me to join you so I can come with you.”
The image sent Brock over the edge. He dropped the phone, threw back his head, and shot his load all over his bed. He was shaken by the intensity of his orgasm, and it took him a few minutes to gather his sense enough to clean himself off and pick up the phone again.
“How did I do?” Kate asked.
He knew he’d told her no questions, but—damn. “It was a good start,” he whispered. “You’ll get better. You did earn your reward, though.”
“You came?”
Hell, yes. He whispered, “No more questions. It’s your turn to listen. Turn the vibrator on, Kate, and let everything else fade away. Let me paint a fantasy for you.”
*****
Kate reached for the vibrator. By delaying her own pleasure, she’d increased it. A need pulsed through her, and she was a slave to it. The first touch of the vibrator to her overstimulated clit was almost painful. She wanted to rush to orgasm, but she didn’t. She wanted to go wherever her master wanted to take her.
When he started to speak, his voice was a caress, more intimate and exciting than any she’d felt on her flesh. Her skin tingled with each word. Her thighs quivered with desire. She was so wet she didn’t need lubrication to insert the vibrator; it slid into her eager sex and then out as she alternated where and how she touched herself with it.
“Close your eyes, Kate. I’m right beside you. You can feel my lips on your neck. On your gorgeous tits. I’m kissing you behind your ear, down your arm. I’m everywhere around you. Can you feel my lips on your stomach? My hot breath is tickling your pussy. Open wider for me, Kate. Let me in. I want to taste every sweet inch of you. Do you feel my fingers opening you wider? Your clit is begging for me. I lick it. I nip it. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t get deep enough into you. My tongue. It’s long and thick. It fills you up. It’s so hot. So wide. Can you feel it?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and she could. She slid the vibrator in and out as he spoke and writhed beneath it. Having him there with her brought her pleasure to a whole new level.
“Your eager little clit needs me again. How do you like it? Rough like this? Or gentle like that? Do you like when I suck it?”
“Everything,” Kate said in a frenzy. “I like everything you’re doing.”
“I can’t wait anymore, Kate. I want to fuck you. Pump that toy in and out. That’s me. I’m fucking you right now, Kate. Take me deep. Take me hard. Make it almost hurt, because that’s how I want it.”
Kate pumped the vibrator in and out just as he commanded and an orgasm rose within her, driving her to thrash wildly against her own hand. She cried out for more until and the orgasm overtook her. She gave herself over to it, sobbing as it consumed her.
She dropped the vibrator beside her and lay there panting: hot, sweaty, and no longer in need of a blanket.
“Good night, Kate.”
“Good night, Master.”
Chapter Eight
Kate went for a walk early the next morning. It was unseasonably warm, and the sun felt good on her face. The cool air was invigorating. She felt light. Young. At peace with herself. She didn’t sit around waiting for a package to arrive. She knew one would. She decided to walk to the convenience store a few blocks from her house.
She watched a young mother dressed in a black jogging suit, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, approach, pushing a double stroller. Kate normally wouldn’t have made eye contact. She would have worried what the woman thought of her or that she’d somehow say the wrong thing to her.
This time, she smiled and told the woman her babies were adorable. The woman gushed for the next ten minutes about her twin four-month-old boys. Then she said, “Kate, right? My name is Angie. I’ve been working up the courage to come say hi to you. It’s so wonderful to have another woman in the neighborhood, but I wasn’t sure if someone like you would want to hang out with a woman with children.”
“Someone like me?” Kate asked cautiously.
“You’re so beautiful and always put together. Half the time I can’t remember if I showered, never mind if I put on makeup.”
Kate laughed. “I can imagine those two keep you busy.”
“They do. And I’m not complaining, but when I told my husband I would stay home and raise them, I didn’t realize how lonely it could get. I love them, but I crave adult conversation now and then. If you’re ever looking for a walking buddy, please ask. I live just over there in the green house. I’d love the company.”
Kate exchanged phone numbers with Angie and walked away smiling. As she passed a large house on the corner, she noticed an old man watching her from one of the first-floor windows. She waved at him and felt overjoyed when he waved back.
Coming upon a small shopping area nearby, Kate stopped to try a few samples from a bakery. They all tasted so delicious she couldn’t decide which was best, so she bought an assortment of several treats. She walked out with a ridiculous amount of baked goods.
When she returned home, she scooped up the package she found on her doorstep. This one was considerably smaller than the others she’d received. It e
asily fit in the palm of her hand. She put her groceries away, then opened the box.
It contained one foil-covered condom. Had Mr. Elf changed his mind about waiting until day twelve? She didn’t know how she felt about ending their game early. The idea was exciting, but she didn’t actually know anything about him, and that made it difficult to imagine being with him.
I suppose I should be glad you practice safe sex.
His answer came a few minutes later. I do, but it’s not for me.
I don’t understand.
Yesterday when you got yourself off in front of Brock, did you want to go further? Did you want to fuck him?
You know I did.
How did it feel knowing you couldn’t?
It was frustrating. Awful.
And fucking wonderful, wasn’t it? Last night you pictured him when you came, didn’t you? It was his tongue, his cock, that fucked you last night, wasn’t it?
You said that was okay.
It is. I want you to want him. I want you so hot for him you can’t keep your hands off your pussy when you’re around him. And I want him to want you. I want him to crave what you will deny him. He can’t have you, Kate. You’re mine. Say it.
I can’t belong to a man I don’t know. I’m not sure I can belong to any man.
You can and you do. Call your fantasy fuck today. Ask him to go somewhere with you. Take that condom with you.
