“W-what?” she gasped. Her entire body was shaking.
“Are you touching yourself?”
Fuck. Fuck! She froze. How had he known? She jerked her hand from her body, even though it was too late.
“Ruby? Did you disobey me?”
“No, I was just helping things along.” She tried to laugh, but it sounded hollow. Desperate.
He sighed, and she could imagine him running his hand over his shiny scalp. “What were you doing? Tell me exactly what you were doing.”
“I was touching my clit. I was…” She felt her cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment, but she kept going. “I was pinching myself there. Rubbing.”
“Why? You didn’t trust me to take you there?”
“I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel something!” Shocked at the sting in her eyes, she quickly wiped a tear away.
“You needed to feel something?”
“Yes.”
The disappointment in his voice nearly killed her. “And you weren’t?”
“No, Mark—it wasn’t like that! Listen to me—”
“You know what happens when you don’t follow directions. You get punished.”
She sucked in a shaky breath. “Mark. I’m sorry.”
“I bet you are. You’re all hot, turned on. Ready to come. But now you’re going to have to wait.”
One quick pulse from the vibrator inside her made her cry out. But then it stopped: He’d hung up.
Sitting on the bed, Mark stared across the hotel room. One leg bent, his fingers tapped a steady beat on his knee.
Cutting Ruby off hadn’t been easy. And he loved the disobedient side of her even as much as it frustrated him. But that unruly part of her was too much fun to mess with; he couldn’t stop himself.
And he had to admit it bothered him that she hadn’t waited for him, hadn’t trusted him to take her where she needed to go.
A good sub needed to learn patience, that patience was, in fact, a virtue. Especially a sub who didn’t want to spend an entire night on the edge of an orgasm.
Ah, but she wasn’t the only one on edge, was she? After hanging up, Mark was left with a very painful erection. His cock was full, throbbing. His balls were tight. Listening to her through the phone, hearing her breathing become heavy as she got off, was a kind of torture. He wanted to be there, see her eyes glaze over. Smell her arousal, feel her tremble beneath his fingers.
His phone displayed the image of Ruby. He couldn’t see her eyes, just those long legs, spread wide and cuffed to the metal-legged chair. And the ends of her hair, touching the tips of her breasts. It was no wonder Ash had used her as a model. She was gorgeous; made to be captured in all senses of the word.
And probably ready to kill him right about now. But she should have followed directions. That’s what subs did. There were rules to be followed, and that was what made these types of relationships work.
He tried not to picture her, one of her elegant hands tugging at her clit, masturbating as she listened to him. He tried not to picture the way her skin would flush, the way her nipples would be hard little tips.
He tried not to picture those things. And failed.
His cock was about to explode.
Throwing his phone down, he jumped up and went to the bathroom. He pulled a familiar-looking bar of soap out of his toiletry bag and held it to his nose. He’d found a few extra bars in her bathroom and, impulsively, he’d stuck one in his pocket, thinking to take it with him to the store and buy her an entire case of the stuff. Something about the scent made him go crazy with desire for her.
And now, like some kind of desperate teenage boy, he held the bar to his face, inhaled the jasmine scent deep into his lungs. He was hard everywhere, and he reached to his crotch, cupping his erection through his jeans. He was so fucking hot for her he jumped at the contact. He yanked his T-shirt off, threw it on the floor. Unbuttoned his jeans and jerked them along with his boxers down his legs. Kicked them aside.
He was going to jack off. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done it—pussy was too easy to find to bother doing it himself. But right now? He didn’t want any pussy but Ruby’s.
He turned on the faucet. Then he unwrapped the soap and caressed the sleek bar until a foamy lather came alive in his wet hands. He took his time, letting the fragrance permeate the bathroom. It was like having a bit of her there, with him. And yeah; he was that desperate.
His hands slick with the creamy lather, he palmed his cock and slowly brought his fist up until he reached the head, already dripping cum. He turned to face the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. This is what Ruby would see if she were here. It would be her punishment. To watch him do this to himself. She would want to feel him so badly, but he would tell her no, would make her squirm for a while. Remind her who was in charge.