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I moaned softly.
“That’s it. Feel that sizzling arc of fire slide up your spine? The sexy kitten noises you make when I touch you still echo in my ears. Fuck. The moaning music you make has my dick so hard. Deeper, little one, roll your fingers as you slide all the way in. Can you feel my tongue rasping over your walls? Feel me drinking down your silky syrup as it slides over my taste buds?”
I had no trouble imagining my fingers being his persuasive tongue. Strangled whimpers of need burned in the back of my throat.
“Harder, little one. My tongue is fucking you so deeply. Feel me stabbing inside you…flicking side to side against your velvety walls? Sink your hands into my hair wile I snake my tongue deeper and deeper inside your fluttering cunt.”
With each erotic word, his voice grew rougher, harsher. I envisioned his fist wrapped around his turgid cock, stroking ruthlessly as he fed my fantasy.
“Faster, little one. Fuck that juicy little cunt for me.”
With a whimper, I did as he instructed. Soaring to the cusp of bliss, I clung to the edge, waiting for his permission to plummet over and shatter.
“Now pull your fingers out. Now!” he bellowed.
“Noooo,” I wailed.
“Do it. Pull them out.”
Begrudgingly, I drew my hands from beneath the covers and exhaled a huge sigh of frustration.
“Good girl. Now paint your lips with your juices, baby. Coat them nice and thick. Breathe in deep. Can you smell your essence?”
“Yes,” I groaned as I coated my lips with my own warm cream.
“I can too. My lips and chin are covered in your glossy warmth. Now lick your lips, let my tongue inside your mouth as I kiss the heady spice from you. Can you taste yourself on my tongue, precious?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Please, I need more.”
“Drive three fingers into your cunt. Stretch yourself for me. Rub your clit with your other hand,” he demanded with a bellicose growl. “That’s my cock filling you, my fingers strumming your swollen little nub. Go to the edge, little one. Ride my dick hard and fast.”
Whimpering and moaning, I did as he commanded. I could hear his heavy breathing in the phone, practically feel his warm breath upon my neck.
“Louder,” he bellowed. “I want to hear your hunger, girl.”
Hurtled to the crest, I cried out, “Pleaseee.”
“Stop,” he thundered. “Remove your fingers and place your hands above the covers.”
“What?” I wailed. “Nooooo.”
“I said stop, girl. Put your hands on the outside of your blankets this instant.”
Howling in frustration, I withdrew my fingers. My whole body quaked with need.
“Please, let me come,” I begged.
“No. You don’t get to come tonight, little one. You may not get to come tomorrow night either.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” Sounding like a petulant child, I clenched my jaw in anger.
“You tell me why,” Joshua whispered.
Frustration bubbled into a cauldron of fury. “Oh, I get it. You’re punishing me.”
“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he chuckled.
“You can’t do this. I told you the reason why I kept Davis’ threats from you. But I guess that doesn’t count for anything when you’ve got your big, bad Dom pants on, does it?”
