Chapter 13
M“What do you want me to do?” There is desire in every syllable she utters. It’s like she can’t wait for my instructions. My phone is on my desk, and I listen intently. Fuck, her pleasure is my number one priority right now. My dick is at full mast and hard as a rock.
“Oh, little hummingbird, you are going to sing in pleasure.” I imagine her panting in her car.
“First, you are going to take off your yoga pants, along with your panties.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she stammers, yet I hear some ruffling in the background. It’s working. I need Lana completely ruined.
“Listen to me very carefully because the alternative is you on your knees choking on my dick until you are going to taste your own fucking tears that will stream down your face.” Her intake of breath confirms that she wants that to happen, too.
Duly. Fucking. Noted.
“Fuck, okay.” I hear Lana taking off her pants and panties, and with each movement, I feel my ears getting hotter. Sweat is accumulating at the top of my head and trickling down my forehead onto my eyebrows.
“Are you ready, little hummingbird?” I ask her in a low voice.
“I am, M.” Fucking hell, my name on her lips sounds like a prayer. I’m not religious, but I’ll get down on my knees and worship her like she is my goddess.
“First, you are going to spread those legs… wide open.” The moment I utter the word legs I nearly combust.
“My legs are open, M,” she says in a seductive tone.
“Keep saying my name like that, please never stop.” I’m sounding desperate right now, and I’m proud of it. I want her to know that I’m obsessed with her and that I can’t wait to dive into her pussy.
“M, M, M, M.” The fucking temptress. I want to take care of myself, but I stop. I’m not important right now, she fucking is.
“First, we are going to take care of you, Lana. Run your fingers down your thighs very slowly.” My words carry all the pent-up tension I’ve been holding back these past few months, perfectly at odds with the calm of my surroundings.
The office is warm, while outside, Sarajevo lies buried under snow.
Silence wraps the room, broken only by my ragged breaths, and every word I speak to her sends a shiver through me. I can’t and won’t hide.
“I am doing that, M. Oh dear God, please let me go further,” she pants out her words.
“No God here, Lana, only a goddess and a very desperate man.”
“Fuck me, M.”
“Very. Fucking. Soon.” I need to enunciate every single word to highlight how badly I want her.
“Now you can trace the insides of your thighs with your fingertips. I want every nerve awakened.” The silence stretches for only a couple of seconds, then her breath comes fast and shallow, betraying her want and escalating mine.
“I’m tracing my thighs, M. Fuck, this feels so good. I want more, please,” she asks like a good girl. I smile.
“You deserve more. I want you to close your eyes and imagine that those are my fingers.”
“I’m closing my eyes, and, oh my.” She takes a quick breath as if something startled her. “God. Yes, fuck, I need this.”
“Good girl, feel my fucking fingers on your flesh. Feel the warmth of my hands gliding over your skin, marking my territory.”
“I’m all y—” Lana stops herself, but not her movements. Does she honestly believe that she is not all mine? I think it’s funny that she feels that she has a choice. “You are mine, and mine only. Your orgasm is mine. Say it with me, Lana. Now.”
“My orgasm is yours,” she moans. Her voice is so soft, so eager, it makes my chest tighten. Every syllable she utters presses against me like fire. I continue sending her into a frenzy with my words.
“Now I’m caressing the tender part of your inner thigh.” I imagine her shivering, car cramped around her, breath hitching, every nerve ending alive.
“I feel you, M.” Fuck, she sounds excited and I can feel my heart pounding in my fucking ears.
“I’m getting closer,” I tell her as if I’m there. Her pulse in my mind, the little gasps she can’t hold back make me want to groan, want to lose control. The quiet office around me is nothing compared to the storm she’s making in me.
“You fucking are. Please, M, I need your fingers inside me.”
“I’m not going to let you wait. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, make me come.” God, this woman is going to be the death of me with her desperation coursing through the phone and me.
“One finger is entering your sweet and delectable pussy. Do you feel it?” I can almost see her thighs trembling in the car, hands moving in sync with what I’m telling her. Her whimpers, soft and needy, are drilling into my chest.
“Oh, yes, I fucking do. Give me one more, I need your fingers stretching my fucking pussy.”
“Do you honestly believe that you deserve that?” I groan softly and smile.
“Fuck you, M!” I’m not the only one who is desperate, and I love that. She wants this as much as I do.
“That won’t be tolerated, and you will be punished for it later. But, now, I’ll make you see stars.” A punishment is in order, but I can’t put her through that. Not now, at least.
“I’m gliding in one more finger, and now I’m rubbing your clit up and down. Very slowly.”
“Oh, oh, oh. Just like that.” The brink of making her explode is near.
“Now I’m using your juices to push even deeper inside. I’m extending my index finger, and you are growing wetter because I’m stretching you.” I’m imagining her stroking herself while her legs are trembling—a sight I need to experience myself. And I will. Soon.
“You are killing me. Please, let me come!” she yells, and this is my cue to stroke myself. Hard. We need to come at the same time.
“Duly noted, my goddess. Now I want you to place your thumb and index finger on either side of your clit and gently press down and inward.” Her whimper is like a moan, and I join her.
“I have never done—” I know she is listening to me because she is full-on moaning right now. “This. Oh my God!”
“Now I want you to plunge three fingers into your pussy and move those fucking fingers.” The slick sounds of her juices are making me throw my head back and grunt out in pleasure. I feel every inch of her as if she’s here, shivering, trembling, clinging to the edge with me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my God, M!”
“Come, Lana!”
She screams so loud that I feel my head spinning. My breathing is coming out in parts, and I wish I could teleport myself right by Lana’s side so I could lap up her cum.
This will do for now.
Only. For. Now.
“Lana, are you there?” My question hangs in the air for a couple of seconds.
“I am, M.”
“Fuck, say my name, duso moja1.”
“Look, I really have to go now. Goodbye.” And she hangs up abruptly, but I’m not worried. I’ll have her soon enough.
I check Lana’s location, and I see that she is on her way to her shitty apartment.
Yeah, fuck this. She is going to see me.
Right. Fucking. Now. I’m on my way to her apartment, and once I’m there, I park in a shitty alleyway.
I go into her building, and before I walk into her apartment, I check the cameras inside.
Great, she is showering.
Picking her lock was so fucking easy, and when I walk into her apartment, I can already smell the floral shampoo she is using. I inhale deeply, and I can already imagine her washing her body.
“Luckily, I don’t need to imagine,” I say to myself as I find myself walking toward her bathroom. She doesn’t have a fan in this god-awful apartment, so the steam is accumulating in her tiny bathroom. I carefully unlock the door, and I see that her back is turned to me.
I brace myself against the wall and look at what she is doing.
“M, just like that.” Fuck, she is thinking of me. Time to make her dream a motherfucking reality.
1. Term of endearment in the Bosnian language. Mostly used for romantic partners.