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My fingers drifted lower again, tracing idle shapes over bare skin, not yet touching where I really wanted to, just circling around the wanting of it.

“Want to know what I’m doing?” he asked me when I didn’t reply.

“Sure.”

“I’ve got my cock in my hand, and—”

I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me, and he stopped what he was saying as he laughed at me.

“Like the thought of that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Join me,” he whispered. “Touch yourself.”

And there it was. His instruction. The moment I had been waiting for.

I bit my lip and let my hand finally slide where I had been dancing around going all along, my eyes drifting shut for a second as my breathing caught. A moan of relief fell from my lips as my fingers circled my clit. The jolt of pleasure that ricocheted through me was immediate.

On the other end of the line, Vienna said my name again.

This time it sounded less like a warning and more like surrender.

I let my thighs drop, giving in to the feeling. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy, moaning loudly.

“Fuck, Gabriella. Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Moan? Or fuck my pussy?”

“Both. But don’t you dare stop,” he hurried to add. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“This is a change of direction, isn’t it? Aren’t you usually the one issuing commands and telling me what to do? How can I live with such freedom?”

“I feel like living life on the edge and letting you take control—for a while. Put me out of my misery here, and tell me what you’re doing.”

I laughed softly, but it came out shakier than I intended.

“I’m sliding two fingers inside me, Vienna, and fuck it feels good. My pussy is so wet. I’m picturing you, remembering all the times my pussy soaked your cock as you fucked me hard and fast, showing me who I belonged to.”

“Gabby…” he warned.

But I was on a roll now.

“I’m imagining your hands around my throat, the way you’d call me your good girl when I took your cock so well. The way you’d growl when I tensed around you, squeezing you from deep inside my pussy.”

“Fuck yes… fuck yourself harder. Let me hear it.”

I did as he asked, sliding my fingers in and out of myself faster, moaning the entire time. I balanced the phone between my shoulder and cheek and brought my other hand to my clit, circling it as fast as my fingers were fucking myself.

“Now slow down,” he demanded. “Pull those fingers out of your pussy and just play with your clit. Small, steady circles. Tease yourself.”

Again, I followed his direction, even when everything inside of me begged to ignore him.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed, and I didn’t question how he knew I’d listened. I was too caught up in the moment.

“Vienna, please…”

“What do you want?”