The Burlington Manor Affair

When she moaned, he tutted. Loudly.

“I think you’re ready for that lucky vibrator. Pick it up.”

She reached for the vibrator.

“Turn it on. Let me hear it.”

Carmen moved it close to the phone and switched it on.

“Very subtle. Now, are you comfortable? Would I be able to watch you masturbating if I was standing at the end of your bed?”

“Rex...”

“Make sure I could see everything, if I was there.”

Aside from actually being there, he couldn’t make his presence more felt. Swearing beneath her breath, she shimmied down the bed and latched her legs over the footboard. “Legs akimbo, bastard.”

“I bet that looks good.”

“You’ll never know.”

“I can just picture it.”

She laughed.

“Now, move it over your clit, nice and slow.”

When she did that, she wanted him inside her.

“Take it in, to half-mast, and then slide it in and out.”

“Do you have to be quite so detailed?”

“Obviously I do.”

The humming vibrator slid easily into her damp cleft. She did as instructed, barely rocking it back and forth.

“Now push it deeper. All the way in.”

She cried out when the machine moved deep against her sleek walls.

“Good girl.”

She maneuvered the humming machine in and out, on his command. Total submission bent her to his will even though he was several miles away, freeing her spirit to its every pleasure. When she felt the head nudging up against her center, she was open, exposed, moaning wildly, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She pressed her thumb to her clit.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” A hot plume of sensation burst up through her pelvis and spine. Her head rolled on the pillow while she moaned with inescapable pleasure.

“Good girl. I can just picture you,” he said quietly. Then he laughed softly into the phone. “At least one of us will sleep well tonight.”

“It was you I wanted,” she blurted, still bound up in her pleasure.

“Good. You can tell me all about it over lunch tomorrow. Be at the Fuji Hiro noodle bar in Hackney at midday.”

Barely out of the throes of orgasm, Carmen struggled to respond.

“I’ll see you then.”

“No,” she whispered, “I can’t.”