“Feel good, sugar?” he crooned, leaving her to wonder if he’d caught the shallow sound of her increased breathing as she toyed with her nipple.
“Y… yes. But what about you?” How mortifying it would be if he were completely unaffected by this conversation.
“I like that you think of me as you’re playing with yourself,” he returned without answering her question. “Now, grasp your nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinch until I tell you to stop.”
“Why?” she asked even as she obeyed the order. Her nipple warmed and pulsed under her grip, the sensation soon repeating itself deep inside her core.
“Because I want to test your threshold for discomfort, and your response to something alternative. A little tighter. Your breathing hasn’t turned to shallow pants yet.”
That astuteness shook Avery as much as the pinch of pain she delivered to her tender bud. To her shock, instead of turning her off, the sharp, needle prick induced a surge of pleasure that engulfed her entire breast and tickled her pussy into quivering. “Oh,” she breathed, startled at the exalted sensations.
“Oh good or bad?” he insisted on knowing.
“Good, in a strange way.” Very strange. Who would have thought?
“I’ll take that,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Let go and we’ll move on.”
Avery released her nipple and gasped as blood rushed to the engorged tip, adding to her discomfort with sharp pinpricks of stabbing pain. “You could’ve warned me,” she snapped, disconcerted by her immediate reaction to the pulsating ache. Clamping a hand over the throbbing, tortured bud, she rotated her palm to ease the soreness. She wasn’t sure what would alleviate the reciprocating palpitations between her legs.
“I could do a lot of things, sugar, like hang up. Apolo
gize for your tone.”
The hard-edged, stern rebuke reminded Avery of the huge favor he was doing her and drew her attention to her escalated aroused state, a result of that tight grip on such a tender part of her body. “I… I’m sorry. That was… unexpected.”
“I’m guessing all your responses to this conversation have been unlike anything you’ve felt before. It excites me to know I’ve gifted you with a new experience and opened your eyes and mind to new possibilities. If you want to continue, remove your jeans and panties.”
Did she want to go further? She was much more relaxed and comfortable having a sex-charged conversation with a stranger, but now there was more going on with her than just insecurity over her ability to entice a man over the phone. Her body clamored for something she couldn’t define, her mind awash with a need to grasp whatever relief and pleasure she could now because tomorrow wavered with uncertainty. The thought of losing the deep rumble of his voice in her ear or talking to anyone else tonight turned her cold, and she knew both need and curiosity demanded she continue.
“I want to keep going, if you do.” Her conscience and gratitude demanded she at least warn him about the financial cost he was incurring. “But in case you don’t already know, you’re being charged by the minute. A lot.” Avery held her breath, praying that wouldn’t matter.
“I do, and yes, I know that, sugar.”
Sheriff Grayson Monroe leaned back in his home office desk chair and shifted his hips to ease the tight press of his erection against his zipper. With the phone to his ear, he glanced at the time and winced, wondering what the hell he was doing. What started as a good deed would leave him with a hefty financial price to pay, as she’d just cautioned him. Still, there had been something in the woman’s frantic voice when she’d asked him to hang on that had alerted him to trouble, and the longer he spoke with her the more her soft, breathy tone of uncertainty and fear tugged at his dominant instincts. The sparks of irritation with his instructions she let slip out tickled him and he was glad she hadn’t allowed whatever trouble she was in to beat her down completely.
The rustle of clothing and her increased breathing whispered through the phone. Pressing one wrong digit on the toll free number he’d been dialing was proving to be an entertaining, if costly mistake.
“Okay. They’re off.”
“So, you’re naked?” He tried picturing her body and wondered if the rest of her was as lush as her description of her breasts sounded.
“Yes.” That small catch in her voice stirred him again. Fuck, but that sound got to him.
“Excellent. Now, since it’s your job to excite your caller, you’ll want to entice him, or her to touch themselves with the goal of getting them off. But, not too fast since your pay depends on you keeping them on the line as long as possible.”
“What do you mean ‘or her’?”
Grayson rubbed his brow in bemusement at the surprise in her tone. Phone sex with a newbie. Who would have thought? He had figured this outlet of sexual diversion had gone out with the internet, but here he was, trying to use his knowledge as an experienced Dom to give a scared stranger instructions on the job. He didn’t mind and was enjoying himself even if the whole scenario would have sounded incongruous before tonight.
“Men aren’t the only perverts out there, sugar,” he drawled with a touch of humorous sarcasm. Imagining what he would order her to do if she were a sub at his club, he stated, “Bend your knees and widen them. Your position should leave your labia spread and display your pretty pussy.”
“Okay, done,” she breathed.
“Excellent. Now, bend over and name a fruit that best describes what you’re eyeing between your folds.”
“Sheesh.” Her muttered shock came through the line loud and clear.
“That and your delay would earn you another few swats. I’m waiting.” He loved those small gasps that hinted her body was on board even if her mind wasn’t. Those little signs of submissiveness would be a delight to explore under different circumstances.