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He hummed. “You are. But you’re still my sub and I expect you to answer my questions even when you’re mad. So, I’ll ask again, is your pussy wet for me?”
The body part in question clenched at his words and she blew out a breath. “Yes, Sir,” she finally admitted.
“Good girl. See that wasn’t so hard.”
She heard the door click and jerked her head toward it.
“The door is locked. Sit in a chair and lift your skirt. You’re going to come for me, Ace.”
She sat without thinking and lifted her skirt. “Wait. This is Hunter’s hotel. How are you doing this? Is he spying on me, too?”
Memphis laughed. “Nope. But it is nice to have friends in high places. Now do as you’re told, so I don’t have to punish you.”
“I did,” she whispered.
“Still mad at me, Ace?”
“Kind of,” she said.
“Rub your clit over your panties.”
Her hand drifted between her legs, and she did as he asked.
“That’s a good girl,” he said when she whimpered. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
She caressed herself through the thin layer of cotton that covered her and let out a soft sigh. He’d left her so needy that morning, and though she’d buried it with anger at him, it quickly bloomed again and rose to the surface. She was soon soaked, and she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to reach the orgasm he’d denied her before he left.
“Now slide your panties down and put two fingers inside yourself.”
She bit her lip and squirmed to get her panties down while she held the phone with her shoulder.
When she plunged two fingers into her soaked entrance, she had to stop herself from crying out. She was in a random office in a casino, for god’s sake.
“Don’t hold back, Ace. I want to hear you,” he commanded.
She let out a whimper as she finger-fucked herself.
“Put the phone down and put me on speaker.”
She left her fingers in place and set the phone down, tapping the speaker phone option with her free hand.
“Now, bring yourself to the edge and beg me to let you come. And you better beg like you mean it or I won’t let you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a moan as she worked her fingers in and out and used her other hand to stimulate her clit.
“Imagine those are my hands,” he said.
It wasn’t hard. The memory of the way his hands felt on her body was burned into her mind.
“God. I need to come. Please let me,” she whimpered when she was tottering on the edge.
“No.”
Fuck. She dialed back the pressure on her clit because she didn’t want to disobey him, but she stayed on the brink.
“Please, Sir. I want to come,” she begged, desperation filling her voice.
“That’s better but no,” he said.
