“Yes, sir.”
“Good. You’ll think of me when you clean it up.”
I shudder, hating the truth in his words. “Yes.”
“Pinch your nipples. Both of them.”
Obediently, I shift my hands and apply just enough pressure to make me moan.
“Harder.”
I lick my lips as I debate it. “But I like it like this.”
“You’ll like it better when they sting as you let go,” he promises. “Now harder, baby girl. Don’t make me ask again.”
My exhale becomes a full-fledged hiss as I do it, pinching through the fabric harder than I normally would.
“If I were there right now, I’d kiss that sting away,” Dodger promises. “Then I’d suck those pretty buds right into my mouth and worship them properly.” He pauses. “Let them go.”
I whimper as the blood rushes back to my nipples, and my clit pulses in sympathy. The burn quickly fades, turning into a deep ache.
His low chuckle doesn’t help.
“One of these days, I’m going to record that sound. I can’t decide if I like the sound of you in torment more than the little screams you make when you come.”
My hand inches lower before I can help myself.
“I know what you’re up to,” he growls. “But I’ll let you get away with it, just this once. I’ve missed you, and you deserve a reward for letting me have my way with you.”
Permission granted, I flick my finger over my clit once, then twice. Far from relieving the aching emptiness, it just makes it worse, and I groan in frustration.
“What’s wrong, baby girl? Struggling to get there?”
He’s playing with me. Well, two can play at this game. “I wish I had you inside me.”
His breath hitches, and my fingers pick up speed. I can come like this. I’m getting closer and closer with every breath.
“I’m so empty without you. If you were here…”
He growls, and I swear the husky sound strokes along my sensitive skin like a physical touch.
“If I were there,” he finishes for me. “I’d bury my face in that perfect pussy of yours and eat you until you screamed. Now dip a finger inside for me.”
Damn, I’m so close. I don’t want to stop stroking my clit, but my curiosity wins—barely. I want to know what he’ll do next more than I want to come.
I slide my finger inside, just to the first knuckle, teasing myself.
“Deeper,” he encourages. “Find that G-spot for me.”
It isn’t hard. Thanks to many years of long-distance relationships, I’m an accomplished masturbator, and I know my body well. The second the pad of my finger rubs over that pleasure point, I let out a moan, biting my lip.
“Good. Two fingers. Fuck yourself with them. I want to hear the sexy wet sounds your body makes as you finger yourself over the edge. I want to imagine it’s me making those noises as I fuck you into my mattress.”
My second finger slips in easily, and I moan as I finally get the stretch I’ve been waiting for.
“You’d feel so good inside me,” I whisper.
A real cock is always so much better than my fingers, and I’ve seen the swagger that Dodger struts around the stage with. I’ve been with enough guys to know what BDE looks like.
