Mistaken by Fate(11)

“Would you like to know the reason it is going to happen?”

Danger! Danger! She shifted, but the room was suddenly too warm, her cotton sheets creating too much friction against her naked skin. How the hell did he manage to affect her so much, even over the phone? It wasn’t fair. “It’s not.”

He kept talking as if she hadn’t spoken. “It’s going to happen because you want it to as much as I do. You got a taste of what it means to submit to me at Serve, and you’re already craving it again.”

Damn it, how did he know? She’d barely gotten any work done that day because every time she closed her eyes she felt the ropes biting into her skin and his hands on her body. She’d been helpless in every way that counted, and she’d loved every second of it. She wanted that feeling again. She was truly afraid that she needed it.

And there was Garrett’s gravely voice in her ear, more tempting than the devil himself. “Would you like to hear what I’m going to do to you next time?”

Yes. But she knew better than to say as much. He was already unbearably arrogant. If he knew she was practically writhing on her bed thinking about the other night, he’d have all the cards and she wouldn’t be left with a single one. “Tell me I’ve been naughty and spank me?” The words didn’t come out as sharp as she’d intended. Instead, they sounded almost…needy.

“No. Though the thought of reddening that fine ass of yours is enough to keep me up at night. But that’s not for next time.” Something rustled, sounding almost as if he’d just taken off his shirt, which was ridiculous, but she found herself picturing him lying on his bed, his abs contracting as he yanked the shirt over his head.

“I’m going to strip you down and tie your hands to my bed frame. While you’re still testing the knots, I’m going to touch every inch of your body. Your breasts. Baby, your breasts are so fucking perfect I could spend hours on them alone, cupping them, sucking on those berry nipples… Are you touching yourself, Ridley?”

She jumped, her free hand having just wandered down to her breast. “I…”

“Answer me.”

Her breath left her in a whoosh, the answer drawn out of her almost against her will. “Yes.”

“Good.” Another pause. “Do you want me to stop?”

Did she? Ridley didn’t like phone sex. She never had. The one time she’d tried it with an ex, it had been so damn awkward they’d hung up without saying goodbye—and she most definitely shouldn’t be indulging in phone sex with Garrett.

But his voice was foreplay all on its own. To have him whispering dirty things in her ear until she came… It wasn’t like last night. This was safe. He was miles away and those sinful hands weren’t anywhere near her. Would it kill her to play along, just for a little bit? No one had to know, and she felt needy and empty, aching for something she knew better than to allow herself.

She licked her lips. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t ask twice. “I’m going to move down your body, licking my way over that sexy little dip in your stomach.” Her hand moved down, almost of its own accord, stopping just below her belly button. “Spread your legs, baby. You remember how good it felt when I touched you there. It’s going to be my mouth next time. I want the taste of you on my tongue.”

Oh God. She spread her wetness around, her body already trembling. His breathing was harsh in her ear. “I’m stroking myself right now, thinking about how good your pussy is going to taste. Circle your clit for me, just how you like it.”

She obeyed, moaning a little. It felt different than when she normally touched herself, hotter. Garrett cursed. “Fuck, baby. I want to feel you come on my face. Slip a finger inside yourself. Tell me how wet you are.”

Another moan slipped free as she did what he demanded. She stroked herself twice before she realized she hadn’t answered his question. “I’m so wet.”

“And needy. I can hear it in your voice.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”

“I want you so much, I’m not even going to make you beg for it. I’m going to fill you up with my cock until you can’t think about anything but how good it feels. Do you want that?”

She circled her clit again, harder this time, desire so thick through her body that she could barely breathe past it. He shouldn’t be able to do this to her with only his voice.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? You’re hovering right there on the edge, just waiting for me to push you over.”