Chapter 24 Sloane #3
I’m a breathless, panting mess as I wait for him to tell me how we’re going to work together to get him to release.
I love that he’s being selfish, that he’s using me for his pleasure without planning to give me anything but the gift of hearing him come in return.
Finally, I think to myself. He’s finally done treating me like a fragile, breakable thing. And I’ve never felt more powerful.
“Perfect.” His voice has descended into the pits of hell, and I know his eyes are as dark as his tone. I can see the liquid pools of obsidian shimmering behind my lids. “Palm your breast in one hand and stroke that pretty pussy with the other. Slowly.”
I’m trembling as my index finger swirls around my clit.
My back arches off of the bed, and I cry out softly.
Dom lets out a groan that goes straight through me.
Our moans mix with the faint sounds of skin slipping over skin.
Me touching myself for him and Dom stroking himself off for an orgasm that’s going to shatter both of us.
My walls begin to clench around the vibrator with early warning signs of an orgasm I’m not allowed to have, so I slow my movements.
“Don’t slow down.”
I whimper. “I have to! If I don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself from coming.”
“Figure it out, angel,” he says between ragged breaths. “If you come tonight, I won’t let you have an orgasm for the rest of the week.”
“Dom!” I’m whining, desperate for something, anything to put out the flames licking up my spine. Growing hotter and climbing higher the longer I listen to him and touch myself.
“Pull the vibrator out and slide it back in. Let me hear how wet you are.”
The toy slips out easily, coated in my juices and making the most filthy and obscene sound as I slide it back into me.
He only told me to do it once, but it feels so good I can’t help but do it over and over again.
Imagining that it’s his dick fucking into me, stretching me out with every glide.
I don’t even recognize the sounds pouring out of my mouth, some strangled combination of his name and the word “please.”
“Fuck, Sloane.” He shudders, and I can tell by the rough edge of his words that he’s close. “You’re doing so good, angel. Hearing you fuck yourself like that is going to make me come.”
Unshed tears burn my eyes and my neck hurts from the awkward position it’s in because of the phone, but it’s all worth it for the sound of Dom unraveling on the other end of the line.
I can hear his fist moving furiously, stroking his dick with a brutality that has my knees shaking and my walls fluttering against the constant quivering of the toy inside of me.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
“Oh God.” I moan, biting down on my lip to stifle the sound.
“I wish I could see your face. See you struggling to hold it together, fighting back the need to come even as you work yourself over for me. Is it killing you to hold back, baby?”
“Ye-yes.”
The one broken word is the only thing I can manage to say, because all of my energy is centered on the inferno swirling in my veins.
The tidal wave of pleasure threatening to break through the dam of my resistance at any second.
I force myself to focus on something, anything else but the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Of wet juices easing the glide of busy hands moving with a frenzied determination.
And just when I’m about to break, I hear it.
The sharp intake of breath followed by a long, animalistic growl that rips free from Dom’s throat and shatters me into a million tiny pieces.
The vibrator is still whirling away inside of me, every inch of my skin is still drawn tight with the built-up pressure of my stalled orgasm, but somehow I feel satisfied.
I mean, I’m still horny as hell, so turned on that even the slightest bit of friction will set me off, but knowing that I made it through the single most erotic phone call in my entire life without disobeying Dom’s order is gratifying as hell.
I remove the toy from my pussy gingerly and toss it to the side. Then I pull my hand out of my panties and press my thighs together to relieve some of the ache. I can’t help but smile to myself as I listen to him recover from his release.
“Shit,” he says finally, still fighting for breath. “That was so—you’re so damn incredible, Sloane. I ruined these fucking sheets. I need to clean up.”
I can hear the sheets rustling as he starts to move, but I have one request before he gets rid of the evidence. “Wait! Send me a picture.” And then because I know he won’t be able to resist me if I beg a little. “Please, Dom.”
Both ends of the line are quiet as he considers my request. Finally, he answers. “I suppose you do deserve a reward for being such a good girl tonight.”
“I do,” I murmur, mouth already watering at the thought of a picture of his dick, still hard but well spent, pressed against abs that are slick with cum. “It wasn’t easy, Dom. You know how much I love to come for you.”
The last part elicits a soft growl from him, and I fight back a laugh as I hear shuffling and the telltale clicking of the camera. Seconds later, my phone dings with a text notification, and my heart is in my throat as I open the picture.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “How did you manage to make a dick pic sexy?”
It’s even better than I expected. His dick is still hard, his long fingers wrapped roughly around his shaft like he was stroking it when he took the shot. Cum is everywhere, spilling from the flared tip, smeared on his fingers, and in the fabric of the sheets wrapped around his powerful hips.
Dom laughs quietly. “I need to clean myself up and change my sheets, angel.”
“I know.” I pout, remembering the pressing loneliness that’s waiting for me when we hang up the phone.
It was what prompted me to call him in the first place, but I forgot it completely while we were talking.
I sigh heavily, wondering if he’ll think I’m weird if I ask him to stay on the phone with me tonight.
“When I get done, I’ll call you back. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without your snoring rattling my bones.”
My mouth falls open in outrage even as my heart soars with a joy that can only come from being known and understood by someone. From never having to ask for what you want or need but being given it anyway.
Of course he knew I missed him.
Of course he understood that I wanted to find a way to be with him even if it couldn’t happen physically.
And of course he knew I needed all of those things before I knew it myself.
Careful, Sloane. You almost sound like you’re in love. I push the thought aside, refusing to give any credence to the ramblings of my tired brain.
“I do not snore!”