I don’t think, I let the blood rushing to my crotch decide how to respond.
Artemis: Don’t threaten me with a good time.
A zing of lust rips through my bloodstream. I’ve never been spanked before. I’ve been punched in the face, been in fights and had broken bones, but intentional and repeated slapping in an intimate and erotic fashion? Never.
I’ve been the spanker. Never the spankee.
This is a new space for me. And Idefinitelyshouldn’t react like this. My cock twitches its disagreement of my assessment of the situation.
My phone rings again. This time I don’t hesitate, I hit the answer button and put him on speaker.
“That escalated quickly.” His voice is charged with lust. “I was originally calling to make sure you were okay. You seem… glum.”
Who uses glum in conversation? He’s so… darling, is that a word? Fuck. He’s making me into the kind of person who thinks people aredarling.
“And now?” My voice is every bit as charged as his, and I’ve already shunted my sweats down and freed my leaking and rock-hard cock.
“Now I wish I was in town and could stop by to have a do over.”
A groan catches in the back of my throat as I thumb my reverse prince Albert piercing, toying with the metal isn’tthatbad, right? It’s innocent enough. I’m barely touching myself.
Except, I don’t touch my cock when I talk to a single other person on the phone. No amount of pretending makes this innocent anything…andhe’s not a consenting participant in this conversation. He has no idea my palm is itching to curl around my cock.
“You could have a do over at any time, you know that, right?” His voice is strong, not hesitant, but also not forceful, like he’s leaving the decision making up to me.
I want this man, he wants me, but I also don’t want to risk any potential fall out, or exposure of a weakness. I wince. That’s what my whole life is, mitigating risk. And for the first time ever, I kind of hate it. Shouldn’t I be able to have my cake and eat it too?
Pie.
It’s all I’ve been able to think of since Xavier came bulldozing into my life.
“Arte?”
“Mmm?”
“Where’d you go?”
“I’m here.” I press my toes into the arm of the couch to ground me, letting go of my cock.
“I said just say the word, and I shall be there.”
I snort. “Like sexy Jesus?”
“Hey, you said it. We’llbothbe coming for the second time.” His voice is dripping with humor, drowning out my groan.
“That was so bad.”
“You laughed,” he points out. “You like it bad.”
I hate to admit it, but talking to him makes me feel lighter, like I want to hold onto this moment, this space, this time and not let it go because the heaviness of real life will crash into me at speed.
“What’s holding you back, Artemis?”
I don’t want to answer his question, so I ask him one of my own.
“How do you do it?”
“What? Make you come? I think we’ve already established I don’t need to do much to make that happen.”
