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“Holding the phone,” I answered honestly.
He snorted, as close to a laugh as I’d ever heard from Dante.
“Theotherone.”
I swallowed.Just answer the question. That’s all I had to do. He was in charge. Follow his lead.
“On my leg.”
“Your leg... or your thigh?”
I blew out a breath, my heart racing into an almost unbearable rate. “My thigh.”
“Take off your skirt.”
I didn’t know what to do. I tried to just slide my hand up inside of my skirt, but Dante had been right. It was too tight. Maybe, I could fake it? Would he know I had ignored what he said and...
On the phone, Dante growled. “I’ll know. Do what I said, Noemi. Take off your skirt.”
I started to struggle, trying to figure out how to hold the phone and get my skirt off, when I heard Dante snort again. “Put the phone on speaker.”
I did as he said, setting the phone down and hitting the speaker. I unzipped my skirt as I stood up. “Are you laughing at me?” I shimmied out of the skirt.
“I don’t laugh. Now, stop stalling.”
“It’s off,” I muttered. How did he know these things? It was uncanny how someone who barely spoke to me knew me so well.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I swallowed hard as I anticipated what was coming next. This was another first for me. I’d never had any kind of phone sex. Should I tell him or did he already know that, too? I was sure my reluctance gave me away.
“Unbutton your shirt, Noemi,” Dante directed. “Slowly.”
I did as he said, my breathing picking up. I went from the first button to the next.
“Slow-er,” he encouraged. “Take your time. When you get to the last button, stop.”
“Uhm, okay.” I continued with my buttons, all six of them, but I felt silly and disconnected. “What... what are you doing?” I asked, my voice catching at the end.
“The same thing.”
“Oh!” I hadn’t expected that. “Why did you call me, Dante?”
I got to the last button and stopped as he’d instructed.
“Because I was sitting here thinking about you. The last button, Noemi. Undo it and let your shirt slip off your shoulders.”
“Okay.” It took about a second to let my shirt fall. I stood there in my lace bra and panties.
“What color?” he asked quickly. “Your bra and panties. What color are they? Describe them.”
My cheeks flamed. Thank God I had the foresight to wear one of the few sets I owned, but even then, they weren’t anything special. Just simple white lace. “Lace,” I croaked out. “Plain, white lace. Both of them.”
“Good,” he growled. “Touch yourself, Noemi. Tell me how you like to be touched. Tell me how good it feels.”
“I don’t... Dante, I don’t know. I’ve never done this...”
“You’ve never touched yourself, Noemi?”
