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My body remembers, too. A shiver works its way down my spine. I remember trying to chase the ache inside of me, trying to get Ivan out of my head, only for him to show up in my shower. I can still feel the way he shifted behind me. The way his body fit against my curves. He brought me to the brink with his hands and the toy and the raw sexuality that no one else on earth can hold a candle to.
I blow out a shaky breath.I want you to tie me to your bed and use them on me.
I send the message before I can doubt myself. For the first time in days, the walls of my room disappear. The cage around me falls away and I float off somewhere else.
I stare at the screen, waiting for his text. Instead, the phone rings.
As soon as I accept the call, the deep timbre of his voice cuts through the silence. “Don’t say anything. I don’t want them to hear you.”
My mouth is already half-opened, but I close it.
“Cora,” he breathes. Even the way he says my name is foreplay. I feel the vibration of it in my toes. “Slide your hand between your legs.”
My heart jolts. I grip the phone tighter. Sexting was one thing, but hearing Ivan say all these dirty things right in my ear is different. I’m not sure if I’m ready for—
“Stay quiet,” he reminds me, as if he can read my thoughts. “And let me make you feel good.”
I blink back the sudden threat of tears. No one seems to care about what I want or need.
Except Ivan.
He cares.
So I let him.
I slide my hand between my legs, curling my palm over my heat.
“Run your middle finger over your slit.”
I listen, my breath hitching as I follow his orders.
“I love that sound,” he growls. “I love when you fall apart just a little bit for me. Push your panties to the side and do it again.”
It’s my own hand moving my panties to the side and dipping into my arousal, but it feels different. I’m at Ivan’s mercy. I’m frozen, waiting for his next direction, aching for him to let me go further.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” He hums like he knows the answer. “Circle your clit, Cora.”
I gasp again, shocked at the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me. Ivan moans, too. The fact he’s enjoying my pleasure makes it so much better.
“Keep going,” he says. “Don’t stop touching yourself. I wouldn’t. If you were in my bed, I would wrap your legs around my head the way I did in that bathroom. I would lick you and suck until you were quivering. Are you quivering, Cora?”
I nod, my breath catching with a gasp in my throat.
“Good girl. Touch yourself for me, Cora. Take what you want. Take what you deserve.”
He’s breathing heavily in the phone. I imagine his hot breath on my neck. On my breasts. I imagine Ivan’s familiar weight on top of me.
There are so few reasons to feel good in my life as it currently stands. So few moments that belong exclusively to me.
Butthismoment does.
This is mine and I’m going to take it.
I arch my back with a gasp. “Like that,” Ivan encourages. “Don’t stop.”
So I don’t. I keep circling and stroking until the heat blooming in my core flares and then explodes. Tendrils of it expand to my fingertips and my toes. I feel my heartbeat between my legs, pulsing and thrumming with life.
I whimper with the effort it takes not to cry out.
