Bite Me

“Take your sexy self into your bedroom, love. It's certainly not my preferred method, but we'll do this via phone.”

“I've never done this before,” she said, her voice laced with interest. After a short pause, she said, “I'm in my room now. The door is locked for good measure.”

“Neither have I. Desperate times and all that, though,” he said, an edge of need in his voice. “And what do you have on right now? I want to get a picture in my mind.”

“Panties, a pair of shorts and a tank top,” she answered.

“Slide the shorts down,” he ordered. “And lie down on the bed for me.”

“Panties, too,” she asked.

“Not yet. One step at a time,” he chided.

“Sounds like someone's feeling bossy tonight,” she accused. “Tell me what you're wearing. Are you in your room?”

Magnus grinned. “I am. Just my boxer briefs, love. And I've been lying in bed since you rang. I was reading and feeling a bit lonely.”

“If I didn't have company I'd be there. Probably riding your cock this very moment.”

He let out a groan, reaching down to palm his erection through his boxer briefs. “I don't know about that. Remember. I'm feeling bossy. I suspect that you'd be bound at the wrists and tied to my headboard. I'd be sucking on those pretty pink nipples of yours. Circling them with the tip of my tongue, biting them until you cried my name.”

He heard her soft moan and said, “Slide up your tank top and play with your nipples, love. Make them nice and hard for me.”

“Magnus,” she whimpered.

“Are you doing what I've told you?” he asked, barely recognizing his own voice.

Caroline's voice was a breathy sigh when she spoke. “Yes. It feels so good, but I wish it was your hands on me.”

“Christ, me too, love. Not just my hands, though. My mouth, too. If I was there, I'd have my mouth latched on to one of your nipples. I love the feel of you underneath me, writhing when the pleasure is getting too intense.”

“I'm getting so wet,” she told him softly. “I didn't think I'd be so turned on by this. What are you doing right now? Tell me.”

/> His eyes closed, the phone now on speaker, he said, “Lying back now. I'm rubbing my cock through my boxer briefs and picturing you play with your tits, love. I'm so hard for you.”

“Oh god, Magnus,” she said softly. “Can I touch my pussy now?”

He let out a soft groan. She seemed to understand that he wanted total control and that made him unbelievably horny. “Not yet, baby. Wet your fingers and keep playing with those nipples. I want you dripping. I need you to be as desperate as I am right now.”

When she let out a whimper, he said, “Shh. You don't want to get caught now. That's part of what makes it so exciting for you, though, isn't it? Knowing you could be caught at any moment? Answer me.”

“Fuck yes,” she admitted, her breathing heavier now.

“I thought so. You're a dirty girl. You're my dirty girl, aren't you?”

“Magnus,” she panted. “I am.”

He felt a small surge of victory, but still he demanded, “Say it then. Tell me.”

“I'm your dirty girl. I'm all yours,” she assured him.

“You're god damned right you are,” he ground out.

Magnus could picture her hips rolling involuntarily now. She was so fucking responsive that it drove him wild. “Rub your fingers along your slit for me, through the panties. Tease your pussy like you know I would if I was there now.”

Another soft whimper left her. It sounded like she was biting down on her lip to keep quiet. Her voice strained when she spoke again. She asked, “Are you stroking your cock now? Knowing I'm so fucking desperate for you? I'm so wet, Magnus. You're making me so fucking wet. Don't stop talking.”

“Did you do what I told you to do? Are you rubbing your fingers against that beautiful cunt through your panties? Are they soaked?”