Chapter 22 This Bath is Too Hot #2
“I want you, Mitchell.” I slid my hand between my legs. I took a photo of that too, though from above. Only the tops of my breasts and hand at the water’s surface were visible.
“Put your fingers inside yourself, Winona. Pretend they’re mine.”
I inserted a finger inside of me, then another, squeezing against the poor imitation of what I really wanted. “Fingers aren’t enough,” I breathed. “I want your cock. And I want to suck it first.”
Air sliced through the phone. I was torturing him, and I loved it.
“Send me another picture, Winona.” His voice was choked.
I considered saying no. But I wanted him to see. Was I brave enough to show him the most intimate one? God, what this man did to me. I'd never been so bold in my entire life.
But there was no use being shy with him. Not when I was pretty sure I knew what this would do to him.
With a splash of water, I sat up on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. I touched my clit, sucking in a breath. Then I snapped the photo, hitting send before I could change my mind.
Okay, that was possibly the stupidest thing I’d ever done.
But the string of curses that came out of his mouth when it arrived—it was worth it. “Fucking beautiful, Winona. The most beautiful pussy in the world.”
I touched it, pretending it was him.
“I need to taste you,” he breathed. “You have no fucking idea how badly. Did you know I dream of getting my face between your legs? I go to sleep and wake up fantasizing about the taste of you on my tongue.”
Oh God. “I wonder if you think about that as much as I dream of sucking your cock.”
“Winona…” Another warning. This one strangled.
“I’m not just saying that,” I said. “Thinking about it turns me on so much.” I meant it.
I’d never liked it much before. But clearly, I’d never desired a man the way I did Mitchell.
Because when I thought of how his face would look from up high as I took him in my mouth—when I thought of his hands threading through my hair, pulling me greedily onto him—it drove me wild.
“It makes me feel so dirty in the best way," I said. "I..." I swallowed. "I want to be on my knees for you, Mitchell.”
“Fuck, Winona, I can’t—”
He cut himself off.
I kept going. Torturing Mitchell was my new favorite game. “I think about swirling my tongue around the head. I think of you telling me to take more. To be a big girl and loosen my throat so I can take enough to make me choke.”
I was reciting words I’d read in my books. But I meant them.
“Would you like that, Mitchell?” I rounded circles over my clit, starting to pant.
He grunted. “Yes, Winona.”
I lowered myself back in the water. It sloshed as I moved my hand, the sound adding to the urgency cresting there. “I’d touch myself while I did it, Mitchell, just like I’m doing now. But all the noises I’d make; they’d be muffled because my mouth was stuffed with your cock.”
Mitchell made a sound I couldn’t describe, but it sent a spike of pure need right through me, its zenith right at the nub of my clit.
“Such a dirty girl, Firecracker,” Mitchell growled. “So greedy for cock.”
He was talking like one of the leading men in my books. Vyke.
Exactly like him, actually.
I froze in my movements, my rapidly swelling clit practically crying out.
“You read the books,” I breathed.
“Of course I did, Firecracker. I need to know what makes you put those little bookmarks on certain pages.”
“It’s the emotional parts,” I said, breathing hard, my fingers circling once again with agonizing slowness.
“There were different colors, Winona. I think some of them were the feelings, and trust me, I want to know about those. But the other ones…those were the parts Wyn got fucked, weren’t they.”
I whimpered. He’d just effortlessly taken me out of the driver's seat.
“Maybe,” I confessed.
“Wyn, that’s very close to your name, isn’t it, baby girl?”
I breathed. “Yes.”
“What was your favorite part in that first one? Was it where Vyke fucked Wyn over the edge of the balcony while the neighbor watched? Or was it her sucking his cock while she rode his hand in the car?”
I was nearly there now. I moaned, wishing desperately I hadn’t agreed to this stupid prolongation of what had to happen. I needed him. Right fucking now. “Mitchell… I’m going to come.”
“Not yet. Tell me which part, Firecracker.”
“When…” I tucked the phone under my chin, tweaked my nipples with my newly freed hand. I worked my clit in defiance of his demands. He wasn’t here to stop me.
“Winona.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Do not come. That’s my orgasm to take.”
I was so turned on by the possessive words and demanding tone, I stopped, panting. We both knew this would never fly outside this situation. Talking to me like that would get another wrench thrown at his head. But in here, he knew it was exactly what I needed.
I let out a breath, gripping the side of the tub, trying to ignore my throbbing clit.
“Okay. Fine. My favorite part is when he’s chasing her through the woods. He’s been teasing her, and he finally breaks into her house and goes down on her when she’s sleeping and then just… leaves. After that, she can’t stop thinking about him and—”
My hand crept down.
“Winona,” Mitchell commanded, like he knew.
I pulled my hand back. Fuck.
“And what?” he probed.
I was in pain. The need was so intense it hurt.
“She thinks she’s being followed,” I blurted out.
“She realizes it’s him and runs into that forest, but he catches her and…
” I swallowed, twisting so my temple rested against the side of the tub, my eyes closed, breath coming in short pants.
I gripped the edge of the tub so hard my knuckles were white.
“You’re almost there, Winona.”
“Fuck you.”
“Keep going.”
I took a shaky breath. “He pins her down and tells her she shouldn’t have run; that only bad girls run. But she planned it that way. She wanted him to chase her. She wanted him to…ravage her. And when he catches her, he just… does.”
“Does what?”
“Fucks her. Right there on the ground. Just jerks her pants down and has his way with her. Whispering in her ear… Oh my God, Mitchell, you know what happens. You’ve read it.”
“You okay, Winona?”
I was breathing hard into the phone. Am I okay? I had no idea. If this was what it was like on the phone with Mitchell, what would it be like in real life?
“No, Mitchell. I’m not okay.”
“What do you mean?”
“Enough of this. I’m ready.”
The line crackled. “Ready for what? To be friends?”
“Mitchell!” I snapped. “I want you to fuck me. Do not make me say it again.”
A beat passed.
I frowned. “Mitchell?”
“I’m here. I’m thinking.”
He was still pent up. I remembered I hadn’t let him even touch himself through all of this. “Do you need to…you know?”
“What?”
“To come,” I said. Why was I embarrassed after everything we’d just done?
“You’re the one who didn’t come, Winona.”
My body pulsed. “Don’t remind me.” Then I registered what he said. “Wait, you came?” I gasped, indignant. “That’s not fair.”
“I never said I played fair.”
Heat rushed through me. “You weren’t supposed to move.”
“I didn’t move, Firecracker.”
“You… wait, you just spontaneously came? Is that possible?”
“With those dirty words coming out of those pretty pink lips, Winona? I came back when you sent me a picture of your pussy. When you were talking about taking me in your mouth. No man could survive that.”
A thrill shot through me. Desire revved back up again so quickly I had to squeeze my eyes shut. “You heard the part where I said I was ready, right?”
“I did. And I finished thinking.”
“Go on.”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow? I’m ready now!”
“Do you have plans?”
I didn’t like being ignored. “No, but—”
“Good. Be ready at seven. Wear something comfortable. Oh, and don’t make yourself come when you hang up.”
“Since when do you get to make all the rules?”
“Since it makes you desperate for cock.”
I melted into a horny little puddle. I hated that he was right. How quickly I’d come undone when he took the reins.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Winona.”
“You’re not wrong,” I bit out.
His chuckle was infuriating. It unraveled something inside of me. Seeing his playful side was highly detrimental to that vow I made to cap my feelings.
“Okay then. Hands off that beautiful pussy. It’s mine now. Promise?”
I melted a little into the tile. That asshole. But my traitorous mouth agreed. I was desperate. “I promise, you asshole.” I clenched my jaw, lifting my chin. “But we’re going to meet at six.”
“Done. And Winona, one more thing.”
My defiance hadn’t even mildly grazed him.
“What, Mitchell?” I put on my pettiest voice, knowing the little time change and my tone did nothing to put me back in control.
“Pick a safe word.”
My stomach plunged.
“Still there, Winona?”
“Yes.” I bit my lip, my pulse picking up once more. I could have told him no. I could have backed out of this whole situation. But I was too desperate to know under what circumstances I’d need to use it. Nerves fluttered through my stomach as I ran through the scenarios.
Flutters. “Butterfly,” I whispered.
“Butterfly,” Mitchell said in his deep rumbling voice. “Okay. Goodnight, Firecracker.”
“Goodnight, Mitchell.”
I hung up the phone, chucking it onto the towel folded next to the tub. I covered my face with my hands. “What the hell have you done?” I whispered to myself.
Because I knew, from this point forward, I was no longer in control. I was the passenger on this ride.
And the worst part was that it was exactly where I wanted to be.