The Deal

"I don’t know. It felt strange. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, it never even occurred to me. But I can't deny it turned me on."

His eyes narrowed and his handsome mouth curved. He looked as if he was nursing a secret. "Tell me more."

"I picture what we've done together while I masturbate." It turned her on even more to say that aloud. The rush was extreme. She clenched her thighs together.

"Do you want to touch yourself now?" His tone had become more intimate.

"Yes." Embarrassment added its own element of arousal to her current state. "Your fault," she added quickly, unsure if she could let him push her along the developing path.

He inclined his head, as if taking her accusation as a compliment. "What are you wearing?"

"A dress, underwear. Bare feet."

Glancing at her own image in the corner of the screen she hardly recognized what she saw. Her eyes were dark with arousal, her nipples jutting underneath the thin cotton dress she had on. She was weak with lust for him, and he knew that – even if she hadn't confessed he could see it.

"I want to see your underwear. Stand up, lift your skirt, and show me."

"Lucas, it's embarrassing."

"It's turning you on though, isn't it?"

Naomi pressed her eyelids shut, silently torn.

He was so right. The way he was able to control her without even touching her affected her deeply. She was lost to this – to him, Lucas Eaglestone. There was no turning back. She forced herself to do as he said. Standing, she lifted the hem on her dress. She watched the screen as the tops of her thighs and her flimsy lace knickers were revealed.

"You look beautiful. Now, take it off. Strip for me."

For a moment she wished she was strong enough to deny him. At the same time she was unwilling to forsake the thrill. She did as instructed, taking the dress up and over her head, setting it aside.

"Sit down. I want to watch your face when you come."

A tremor ran through her. She sat down, gripping the edges of the chair to steady herself.

"Put your hand inside your panties. Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are."

Hurriedly, she pushed her hand into her undies and stroked her fingers over her folds. It was torment. "I'm so very wet, because of you."

"Stroke your clit."

"Lucas, please," she murmured. Her core clenched, aching for him to be there.

"I know you want to. Imagine it's my tongue on you."

That was too hot. She knew how good he was with his tongue. Her hand shook as her fingers moved at his command.

"Move your fingers over your clit, nice and slow."

When she did that, she wanted him inside her.

"Slide two fingers inside you."

She did as instructed, rocking them barely back and forth. Acting that way – something she'd never done before – felt both liberating and disgraceful at the same time. It made her dizzy, taking her arousal into another realm.

"Now push your fingers deeper, all the way in. Imagine it's my cock."

Shoving her fingers in and out she burned up, embarrassed and aroused in equal doses. "Oh, Lucas, you're a dangerous man!"

He laughed, and it had a deep, sexy quality to it.