Page 67 of If I Were Yours

I press my lips together and remove the lace with quivering fingers. Slipping two fingers between my folds, I wiggle my hips. I’m already wet, and I can easily push both fingers in.

“That’s it,” he says as my moan reveals that I’m obeying. “Now drag those fingers in and out a few times and tell me how wet you are for me.”

“Wet,” I say, blushing at the slick sound of my fingers moving in and out even though he can’t hear it.

“Hold the phone down to your pussy so I can hear.”

Is he a frigging mind reader now? I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment as I hold the phone down to my pussy.

“Mhh.” His satisfied response is a deep rumble through the phone, shooting more liquid heat to my core. “That’s what I thought. Can you be a good dirty little girl for me and put those fingers into your mouth and suck them clean?”

“Noo,” I say with a long, plaintive moan. “Not that.”

“Oh yes.That.Or I won’t let you come.”

I’m about to tell him he can’t stop me from coming, but then I remember he can. A stern command from Grigory is as effective as iron shackles.

I hold my fingers still inside me, unable to go through with the humiliating order.

But Grigory simply lowers his voice to an impossibly deep rumble. “Do it.”

Slowly, I pull out my fingers and bite my lips at the sight of the glistening moisture coating them. With a long whimper, I open my mouth and take them inside, tasting myself on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he praises, reading my obedience in my moans. “Now, swirl your tongue around your fingers and lap up all your juices. I don’t want a single drop left when you’re done. Are we clear?”

“Mh-hmm.” I keep sucking and licking. It’s utterly depraved lying here on my own, licking my juices off my fingers. But Grigory’s praising words wash away the shame and spurs on my eagerness to please him.

“If they are clean now, you may put them back in your pussy.”

“Thank you,” I say quite automatically as I take out my fingers and slide them between my folds, over my clit, and into myself. The delicious sensation has me bucking, and my breathing becomes heavier, my moans longer.

“That’s it,” Grigory croons. “Now pump them in and out. Hard like I would do it.”

It doesn’t matter if he’s at my side or on the phone; he reads me with ease, knowing exactly what I’m doing and where I’m at just from the sounds of my ragged breaths and lust-filled moans. And his command is as effective as ever four hundred miles away.

Tension gathers low in my belly as I pump my fingers in and out, building and building until it threatens to explode. “Please,” I beg, trying to keep down my needy sounds as I buck against my fingers. “Please, Grigory.”

“Please what?”

“Please, can I come?”

Silence stretches for several painful seconds as I force back the orgasm. Then he says, “Come for me,devochka,” and I crash over the edge.

“Fuuck.” I gasp with a long moan. Then I’m biting my lips to hold back the scream that wants to break free as pleasure keeps rippling through my body, straining my legs and arching my back.

“Good girl,” Grigory praises. “Now that was a good way to start the year.” The small slurp tells me he’s taking another sip of his scotch, and I can clearly imagine him leaning back in a recliner with a tumbler in his hand, approval and authority mingling in his dark eyes.

The last stutters of my orgasm fade, and I roll onto my side, panting beside the phone. I’m not sure what happens to me, if it’s the alcohol or the orgasm, but suddenly, I feel overwhelmed and sad—wistful. “I really miss you.”

This time, there’s no silence. Grigory’s voice is firm and sure. “I miss you too,devochka.” Emotion hangs heavy on the line for a full minute before Grigory speaks again. “But in two days, I’ll be there, holding you again.”

“Two days is a long time.”

“Nonsense. They’ll pass in the blink of an eye. Take the time off and do something you like, and we’ll look at your pieces together when I get there.”

I nod, forgetting that he can’t see me.

“Now go back to the party and enjoy yourself.”

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