11. Carter
Carter
C arter couldn’t sleep, his mind playing and replaying the events of the early afternoon in endless loops.
Cassie’s tongue gliding across his length, her hand massaging his balls, and her big green eyes watching him the whole time. Fuck. He’d come so much, and she’d swallowed it all, to his endless shock.
The whole thing had been an unexpected turn, and although he really hadn’t planned on it, he couldn’t help feeling satisfied about the development. She’d said yes to a casual encounter. He hadn’t believed she’d ever be open to the idea – not in a million years.
It took a while for Carter to recognize what was keeping him awake; by twelve, he’d pinpointed it.
The issue was that, delightful as the lunchtime session had been, it wasn’t enough. Not even close. He wanted… more. He couldn’t define what, exactly. Sex was part of the equation, and food, too. Work on her book, perhaps the occasional date.
It was late, but he didn’t hesitate before firing up his phone.
“Hey, man. You’ve changed your mind? Are you joining us?”
Trick was at a club with a handful of their acquaintances, and by the sound of it, he’d drunk quite a bit; Carter had begged off, not feeling it.
“No, thank you. I’m just calling to…” he hesitated. Damn, drunk or not, Trick would never forget this. “To get a phone number.”
Yes, he’d let the girl suck him off, but he’d forgotten to ask for her damn contact details.
Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.
“Never mind, ignore it, I think I’ve got it,” he lied.
He hung up and quickly went online, clicking on Cassandra Frank’s website. Score.
There was an email address, and social media details. Of course, there was a good chance that she might just use a PA or a marketing agency to sort out that side of things, so he kept the message vague and formal.
F rom: [email protected]
Subject: indecent proposal
D ear Ms. Frank,
I am contacting you to ask about your progress with Tame Me If You Can , and to volunteer my services in case you wished to further improve your understanding of Amy’s journey into depravity.
All the best,
C
R ecognizing that he just wasn’t going to sleep, he grabbed his e-reader from his bedside table, put his reading glasses on, and started her first book.
In all honesty, he would never, ever have been caught dead reading something of the sort if he hadn’t known the author: he was a mystery, sometimes a fantasy or a sci-fi, kind of guy.
But he had to admit, the woman could write.
It wouldn’t do to openly admit to enjoying it, but girly or not, the book was entertaining as fuck.
He’d read a good four chapters by the time a beep of his phone announced a new email.
F rom: [email protected]
Subject: decency is highly overrated
D ear C,
You’ll be delighted to know that I have made tremendous progress with Tame Me If You Can , and I will confess that it is thanks to your generous tutelage.
If you were willing to share more of your expertise, I would be infinitely grateful.
Yours truly,
Cx
H e laughed out loud, firing up a quick answer.
F rom: [email protected]
Subject: Well then…
Y ou’ll find attached my private phone number.
Use it now.
H is phone rang within seconds.
“Hey.”
She sounded shy, hesitant; his cock immediately twitched in response to the sound of her voice.
“Hey back. Still awake?”
“I couldn’t sleep. Today was… different. I feel…”
A smile played on his lips, imagining just how she must feel right now. Of course, she’d come, but he knew better than to think she was sated; they’d just fooled around, leaving the main dish out of the equation.
“Anyway, I’ve been writing for hours – I think I’ll have to re-read it tomorrow and remove a good half of what I came up with. No one wants to hear that much about spanking.”
He sincerely doubted that.
“Read it for me,” he asked.
She did; her voice slowed down, becoming velvety, slower, and lower as she revealed everything she felt and thought under his touch. This was torture, madness. Why was he submitting himself to her spells?
By the time she was finished, he couldn’t say a word, knowing that if he spoke, it would be to ask her to come here.
To tell her.
“Carter, are you still there?”
“Mh mh,” he acquiesced noncommittally. “This was…” painful, arousing, infuriating. He settled on, “much better.”
“Oh, good. Glad to have your stamp of approval. I’m a little bit ashamed about how judgmental I must have seemed at first.”
“Not judgmental. Maybe a little na?ve, perhaps. You haven’t had a lot of experience in the past, right?”
Yes, he was fishing. No, he wasn’t even a little bit ashamed of it.
“That’s an understatement.”
She left it at that, and god, he knew he should have dropped the subject.
“What do you mean?”
“I… Well, I’m not a virgin. Not technically. The hymen is definitely gone, but…”
He closed his eyes, willing his heartbeat to slow the fuck down before he had a heart attack.
“Cassandra, are you saying that you’ve never fucked a man?”
“Well, it’s always just been me and Bob.”
His blood froze. Bob??
“You have a boyfriend?”
“What? No,” she protested, obviously offended.
“I wouldn’t have let you spank me if I did.
Bob… you know, my BOB? Battery Operated Boyfriend?
Sorry, I thought everyone knew, but it might be romance novelist speech.
Anyway, I’m not very good at speaking with guys, so. .. Yeah. I kinda took things in hand.”
Carter just couldn’t wrap his mind around the concept. All he knew was that he was in over his head. Way over his head.
“Carter, did you fall asleep?”
“No. I’m just observing a minute of silence to mourn for your poor neglected pussy.”
Her laugh made him smile, but he was still half in shock. He didn’t think he’d ever gone even a month without sex since his teenage years.
The next words coming out of his mouth did so without an ounce of volition in his part.
“Cassie?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I want your pussy right now.”
Her reply was a sharp intake of breath.
“But if you haven’t had sex yet, it’s because you want it to matter. You want to be special for someone. Hell, you deserve it. I can’t give you that.”