“You’re good with them. Do you want to put them on?”
Katie and Jack tell their dad about the favorite parts of the day. Jack’s best part was feeding the ducks, Katie’s was the picnic and playing soccer in the afternoon when we kicked a ball around on the grass. Katie passes the phone back to me. “Daddy wants to talk to you again. He said we were to be good and play while he talked to you.”
They run off as I take the phone back, their dad forgotten in their rush to get back to their game.
“I’m missing you already,” he says. “I didn’t know how you’d be feeling about things today. Sorry I had to leave so early. Few meetings with clients here. I only just got to the hotel. Nice big bed in the Diamond suite. Such a waste for one.”
“I can’t wait until Friday. Two days feels like a long time.”
“Tell me about it. All I could think about on that plane was the feel, the taste, the scent of you. And how much I want you.”
His words make me melt inside. “What time will you be back?”
“The flight gets in at eleven. So it might be quite late by the time I get home.”
“I’ll wait up for you.”
“Remember, I need you to be sure, Holly. As I said, there’ll be no going back once I have you.”
“I’m already as sure as I can be about anything.”
“Wear your red dress again. This time, I want to take it right off. Wear nothing under it. Do that for me.”
I gulp. “Yes, I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, but if there’s anything, if you or the kids need me, you can reach me at any time.”
“Yes, I’ll speak to you tomorrow, then.”
“What are you wearing now?”
“Sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Why?”
“Are the kids around?”
“No, they’re in the living room. I’m in the kitchen.”
“Will you do something for me?”
“What?”
“Touch your sweet nipples. Make them hard.”
I gulp, and a low moan escapes from my mouth as I follow his command. I crave his touch instead of mine.
“Are you doing that?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Fuck! Reach down inside your pants. Touch yourself there.” He waits a moment while I follow his instruction. “Tell me, Holly, are you wet?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Don’t make yourself come before I get home. Wait for me. I want to be the only one to make you come. Promise me.”
“Okay, I promise.” He’s asking something here, turning me on and leaving my hanging. I already ache for him and now I really need him here.
“If you come without me, I’ll punish you,” he says.
“Oh!” My voice cracks.
“Until Friday,” he says. And I imagine him grinning at me on the other end of the phone as he says that, knowing what he’s done to me. “If you can wait that long.”
“I’m not sure about that,” I say, keeping him guessing, “Friday is long time away. You’ll have to see.” I wish him good night and end the call.
CHAPTER 12
Reid
My cock is rigid after the call with Holly. I can’t stop thinking about her blushing all over as she touches herself, turned on and not able to do anything about it. The way she followed my instructions is full of promise for the future, but I hope she disobeys too.
I want to experience everything with her. The sweet and the dirty. The thought of her naked over my lap, ready for half a dozen spanks on each cheek takes my breath away. Will she like it and raise her soft, sore ass to meet my hand, relishing the sensation, the rush of blood, the sting? Will she let herself go there? I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.
I called home as soon as I got to the hotel, and not just because Katie and Jack would be in bed if I phoned later. I had to hear Holly’s voice and set my mind at rest about what she was thinking. I want her in my bed, willingly giving herself to me. She has to be there with no doubt that’s where she belongs, or not at all. The signs are there that she wants me and trusts me to give her pleasure. So far so good.
I could bury my cock inside her right now and fuck her senseless, but I can’t dwell on that; there is work to be done. Despite it being the only chance I might get to speak with everyone back home, it was bad timing calling just before the evening meeting with the BTGRM Corporation; I need all my wits about me for this.
I put my phone back in my pocket. I have to calm down and focus. BTGRM will put a dent in my annual profit if not. It will be a wound rather than a fatal injury, but I didn’t get where I am today by letting other companies get one over on me. Time to meet up with my right-hand guy, Paul, and see what he’s managed to find out about what they are up to.