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I had tossed out “sir”, but I hadn’t known at the time what that word meant to him if it’d been with a capital S. Perhaps that explained the stiffening of his back when I’d addressed him as such. I would need to stick to his first name as suggested.
A fantasy filled my mind, one where I called him Sir. Could stomach his touch—enjoyed it, even. Nipple clamps came first, the metal teeth biting into my flesh like they had done with a woman I’d watched on video earlier that night. Like her, I would have a vibrator run over my pubis, down to my sopping pussy and back up to my throbbing clit.
I bit on the inside of my lip as I danced my fingers over myself, imagining it was Micah’s hand. His flesh caressing mine, tongue lapping at my wetness as the Dom in the video had done with his sub. Nibbling along my swollen labia with just a hint of teeth to sting…
I sprang ahead in my mind toward the good stuff.
A hungry kiss, Micah’s sweet breath flooding my senses as he thrust his cock into me, finally taking the V-card I never expected to be rid of.
“God,” I groaned, writhing beneath the onslaught of my own searching touch. I couldn’t reach deep enough into my needy body. Wasn’t full enough with the two fingers I managed to push into my tightness.
I flicked my clit with my free hand, pinched, and rubbed until my climax tingled to life and crested, my pussy pulling on my fingers as cum leaked from me. Heaving for breath, I finally stilled, my pulse thrumming in my ears.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
I couldn’t begin to imagine what the real thing would feel like, but holy hell, did I want to find out.
Micah had told me I could go to him any questions I had. I wondered if asking how certain sexual fantasies played out counted as a topic of appropriate conversation.
Chapter5
Micah
Iclimbed out of the shower, my adrenaline still racing from emptying my balls to thoughts of Jasmine’s lips wrapped around my cock. Telling myself I needed to keep my distance and stay away from the office for a while, I toweled off.
My phone dinged, and I grabbed it from the bathroom counter.
Dina:If you do or say anything inappropriate to my baby sister, remember that I know ALL of your secrets. Elite is worth more than another notch on your goddamn bedpost, Mr. Fox.
Chuckling, I texted back with three thumbs-up.
She replied with an evil devil face.
A few minutes later, I poured more coffee, and the phone rang. “I got the message loud and clear, Dina,” I said in answer before she could speak.
“I was going to text you again, but it was too much.”
“What’s up?”
Dina huffed a sigh. “You’re the first person Jasmine has everwantedto touch her.”
My brow shot up, and the hand lifting my coffee to my lips paused. I considered a sexual comeback but bit my tongue.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“I can imagine what you’re thinking, which is why I called rather than texted,” Dina said when I didn’t comment. “Her desiring physical contact with a person is a huge step in recovery from her trauma.”
“Trauma? Is that what caused her contact issue thing?” I sipped my coffee.
“Did she tell you about it?”
I settled on a stool at the island. “No, just that she doesn’t like to come into direct contact with people outside of you and Liz, your mom, and her nephews.”
“Well, it’s not my story to tell.”
While I wanted to ask a million questions and get to the bottom of what held Jasmine back from experiencing intimacy, I wouldn’t pry into people’s personal shit. Fuck knew I couldn’t stand when people asked about my past either. “Fair enough.”
“Anyway, if you could just be her friend and maybe slowly introduce her to more appropriate, friend-like physical touch, I would forever be indebted.”
