Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(73)

“Yes.” I breathed into the phone. I had been since the moment he picked up the call. Just his voice could do that to me.



“When I tell you to, I want you to slide your fingers in and out of your pussy. Play with yourself, just like I would. Can you do that for me, baby?” His husky voice could get me to do almost anything.



“Yes, Mason.” I spread my legs wide on the bed, my knees bent.



“Mmmhmm…you are a good girl. Now, I want you to touch yourself, your clit, your tits, everywhere that gets your skin humming.”



I reached under my t-shirt, finding my nipple I pinched it lightly. Imagining it was his fingers on me.



“What are you doing, Lucy. Tell me.”



“I’m touching my breasts. Pinching my nipple.”



“Do it harder, love. Hard like I would.”



I gritted my teeth and did what he said, only releasing my fingers when I heard my own gasp. “Ahh, that was nice. Do it again, the other breast.” I slid over to my other breast, the nipple already hard from arousal as I took between my fingers. The electric heat of my own fingers shot through me, straight down to my clit. “Such a good girl. I wish I was there so I could reward you. I’d lick that pretty pussy of yours until you were screaming my name.”



“Mason,” I breathed out, unsure of what I was asking for, but knowing he’d only give me what I needed.



“Now touch your clit. Spread your lips and roll your clit between your fingers.”



“Yes, Mason.” I did as he said, feeling my fingers grasping my own clit and rolling it. I wasn’t a prude before, I’d played with myself plenty of lonely nights, but it was different with him controlling the moment. Letting him guide me to my pleasure enhanced the act. Obeying him enhanced everything.



“Good girl, keep going. I want to hear you bring yourself to the edge. But don’t come, and don’t finger yourself until I tell you.”

I spread my knees further, lifting my skirt out of the way as I slid my hand further down my slit, toying with the forbidden entrance. How did he know how empty I would feel there just by denying me. I moaned as I pressed my fingers over my clit, rubbing it harder, in circles. I lifted my hips up, increasing the friction between my touch and my wanting body.



“There you go, baby, I can hear you breathing hard. Concentrate on getting that pussy nice and wet.” How could mere words get my body to react so strongly? I would bet that if I stopped touching myself, he could talk me into an orgasm. But I wasn’t in the mood to experiment just yet.



“Mason, I’m close, so close.” I gave my nipple another pinch, pinning the phone between my ear and shoulder.



“Not yet, baby, not yet.”



I wanted to curse at him, but I knew better. Instead, I moved my hand faster between my legs, rubbing harder. My only reward was being drawn closer to an orgasm he still withheld.



“Do you remember what I said earlier, about your fingers?”



“Yes.” I remembered, but anything more than a single word answer at that point would be useless. My mind fought against my body as my clit swelled, and begged for release.



“Tell me.”



“Agh. I…”



“Tell me and you’ll get your orgasm.”



“You want me to slide my fingers in my pussy, like you do.” That hadn’t been as hard as I thought. The right motivation could get mountains moved.



“That’s right, good girl. Do it now. Slide two fingers into that wet pussy of yours.”



I drove two fingers into my slick heat and moaned with the pleasure of it. “God, Mason. I’m so wet!”



“I’m sure you are. Now don’t stop, keep sliding them in and out of you. Fuck yourself good for me, baby.”



“I have to come, Mason. I have to.” If he said no, I’d die, I was sure of it. My body would explode from the frustration building inside of me. Didn’t he know how hot this little game of his was?



“Not yet, baby. Just another minute. You can do that for me, right? Hold on for me?” If he didn’t sound so damn encouraging I would have screamed at him.



“Yes.” For him, I would do anything. Even teeter on this shattering orgasm for another minute.



“That’s a good girl, keep fucking yourself. Add a third finger.” He sounded so calm, so relaxed, it drove me mad. Another finger would surely tip me over the edge. “Don’t disobey me, now, I’ll know.” Of course he would.



I pushed a third finger in and moaned so loud I was sure Tick would come running.



“Not so loud, love. Tick will worry and come check on you. And I don’t want anyone else seeing your pussy. That pretty, pink, soaking wet pussy that you’re fucking with your fingers for me. No one but me. Because I own it, just like I own you.”