It wassolucky this wasn’t a video call. Keeping your voice under control when Harper was in attack mode was hard enough, but controlling your expression in addition was close to impossible. Maya had failed horribly at it before.
“I do have an idea.” Maya managed to keep her voice composed. “One that’s telling me you want a reaction of some sort. Do you want me to make you ask permission first, is that it?”
That produced another chuckle. One that tilted into a low moan.
“You kind of cut out there. Didn’t hear you very well,” Harper said. “Do you want to know what I’m doing? How I’m touching myself to the sound of your voice?”
Yes, obviously. Maya could picture how this looked so clearly. Harper strewn on her bed—or maybe her couch?—while brushing the vibrator against herself. Slowly and lightly, building up to the point where the only type of stimulation she craved was the relentless kind.
“Describe it to me,” Maya said. She couldn’t help herself.
“I’m in my living room.” Harper’s voice was more strained now. Her breathing more labored. “On the couch. The phone is next to me, on speaker. So I can use both hands. Pinch my nipple with one. And keep the toy in place with the other.”
Maya closed her eyes, the scene coming to life in her mind. Except it wasn’t Harper’s hands touching her body, but Maya’s. She was the one tracing the curve of her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stiffened. She was the one feeling the slick desire forming between Harper’s legs.
“I can send you a picture,” Harper whispered. Chuckling again. “For a price. All you have to do… is ask me nicely.”
Those words were distilled temptation. They pulled at Maya’s focus, even made her mouth fall open. Almost caused the requested question to slip from her tongue.
“That’s not how this is going to go,” Maya said instead. “I won’t need to ask, in fact. You’ll send me that picture unprompted.”
“Why would I do that?”
Maya allowed herself a grin. This part was her favorite. Though sex was closer to a dance than a duel, a bit of sparring could still be involved.
Harper was better at it than anyone else Maya had been with. If you didn’t pay attention, she could take charge with just a few choice words. Just alook, if she willed it. Making her give in… that was so thrilling that nothing else compared.
“Because you want me to take charge,” Maya said. “You want to provoke me into having a reaction. To hear me describe, in detail, how I would punish you if I was in that room with you. How I would make you beg for release. Or for it to stop, depending on my mood.”
Harper took a sharp breath. But didn’t speak.
“I’ll give it to you,” Maya continued. “You just need to be a little good first. Then I’ll tell you just howbadyou’re being.”
The silence continued. For a long time, Harper’s panting breathing was the only sound coming through.
The phone vibrated. A text. With a picture attached.
Harper was splayed out on a couch, the camera raised at an angle that showed her body and little else. Her tight-fitting tank top was pulled up to her chest, showing her breasts, her stomach, and her belly button piercing. Her underwear had been taken off, and her free hand was pressing a curved vibrator against her clit. The silicone shined slightly.
Maya’s mouth went dry.Fuck.
“Did you get it?” Harper asked, voice breathless.
“I got it.” Maya swallowed, forcing control into her voice. “You’re already close. Aren’t you?”
“I’m trying not to be, but it’s—” A low moan cut her off. “It’sdifficult.”
“Difficult, huh?” Maya leaned back against a tree. “Do you want me to make it harder for you?”
A long sigh came through the phone speaker. “Yes.”
“Doesn’treallysound like you want it.”
“I do,” she panted. “I really do. Yes, Sir.”
“There it is. I knew you’d see reason eventually. But it did take you a while. If I were there with you, I’d show you just how unfortunate a decision that was.”
Countless ideas flooded Maya’s mind, none of which could be acted out. Harper was safe at the other end of the phone call.
