by Sherri Hayes
“Put me on speaker and get comfortable. I want your hands free, but I still want to be able to hear you.”
It took Drew a minute or so to get everything situated. In a way, the whole situation was a little strange. He’d had phone sex before, which he was pretty sure was what was going to happen, but always in the past he’d been the one giving the instructions. This was different. Different, but not in a bad way. “Okay, I’m good.”
“I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can. With one hand, I want you to hold your cock against your stomach. With the other hand, I want you to touch your balls.”
She paused a moment, giving him time to do as she’d instructed.
His balls were heavy in his hand. It was crazy how worked up he was considering he came both the night before, and then again that morning. He shouldn’t be this hard.
Whether he should be or not was irrelevant. He was.
“Now, I want you to roll your balls around in your hand. And every now and then I want you to give them a little tug.”
He did what she said. It was something he’d done before. He was sure most guys had. When your junk was right there in front of you every day, you got curious. But for some reason, Beth telling him to do it made it feel ten times better.
“How does that feel?”
“Good.” More than good, if he was being honest. The only thing that would make it better was if he was pumping his cock at the same time.
She must have read his mind. “I want you to take the hand holding your cock and begin moving it up and down. Slowly. We don’t want you to come too fast now, do we?”
A groan escaped his throat before he could stifle it.
Beth chuckled. “If you’re going to be my submissive, you’re going to have to learn patience.”
He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on not coming.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now.”
That was easy to answer. “I’m imagining it’s you touching my cock and balls.”
“What am I doing? Am I between your legs? Straddling you?”
“You’re between my legs.”
“Mmm. I think I like that.” She sounded as if she was smiling. “I’m going to lick your cock now. Run your thumb over the head of your cock and imagine it’s my tongue.”
“Gah! I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Beth, please.”
“Please what? Tell me what you want.” She was taunting him. Teasing him. And he found that he loved it. He was hard and pulsing in his hand. His balls were full and tight, ready to explode.
“I want to come. Please. I don’t want to disappoint you, but I don’t think . . . I don’t . . .”
“Let it go. Let me hear you come for me,” she whispered.
Drew picked up speed, pulling and pumping like a mad man. It didn’t take long. He saw red and white and . . . well, he couldn’t quite remember. Light flashed before his eyes as he spilled out his cum over his hand and stomach.
“You still with me?” she asked.
He breathed deep. “Yeah.”
Beth laughed. “Go clean yourself up, and then we can talk.”
“Be right back.” He jumped up off the couch and raced into the bathroom. It took a few minutes to get everything back to normal again. He had to admit it was the best phone sex he’d ever had.
As he returned to the living room and slipped back into his shorts, it dawned on him that Beth hadn’t come. At least, he didn’t think she had. Granted, he’d been a little distracted at the time.
He took the phone off speaker and held it to his ear, his joyous euphoria fading. What kind of a jerk didn’t make sure a woman he cared about got hers first? “I should probably apologize.”
***
Beth was feeling pretty happy after listening to Drew. Sure, she could have joined him—her toys were still out and easily accessible—but that hadn’t been the point. She’d wanted to see how he’d react to being dominated, even if it was only over the phone. From her end, he’d seemed to enjoy it, which was why she was confused by his comment. “For?”
“I should have made sure you came first. I didn’t even think—”
Out of all the possibilities that had been swirling in her head, that hadn’t been one of them. “It’s fine.”
“No. It isn’t.” He blew out a loud breath. “It’s been a long time since I’ve left a woman hanging like that.”
“I’ll let you make it up to me. How about that?” She hoped he could tell she was teasing.
“I guess I can deal with that.”
She laughed. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Neither said anything for several moments.
Beth stretched out on her bed, and then raised herself so she was sitting up against her headboard. “So tell me, Drew Parker, have you ever had phone sex before tonight?”
“Maybe a time or two.” He chuckled. “Okay, maybe more than that, but it’s been years. Since being out on my own, in-person encounters are much more desirable.”
“Agreed.”
“That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy what we just did. Or what I just did, I guess. Because I did. Enjoy it, I mean.”
It was cute to see him nervous. “I’m glad you liked it. In your past experiences with phone sex, had you ever had your partner tell you what to do?”
He snorted. “No. Not at all. Usually it was me telling her what to do.”
“What did you think of the role reversal? Other than our kiss, this was your first real taste of domination, wasn’t it?” From what he’d told her in the past, she was almost positive this was the case.
“Unless you count the one time I tried to talk my last girlfriend into tying me up and having her wicked way with me.”
“This would be the same girlfriend who broke up with you because you wanted to be dominated?”
“One in the same,” he said.
“Then no, that doesn’t count.”
There was a pause, and when he began speaking again Beth could tell he was smiling. “I’m glad my first experience with this will be with you.”
Was he being honest or trying to butter her up for something? She hated that her mind automatically went there. Another by-product of Ben. Drew had never given her any reason to question his sincerity.
He must have noticed her silence. “Was that the wrong thing to say?”
“No. I was just thinking. Maybe . . .” She glanced up at the ceiling. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Don’t say that.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Do you know what my first thought was when you said that you were glad your first experiences would be with me? I wondered if you were telling the truth or trying to pull the wool over my eyes about something.”
“That’s understandable, I guess. I have to earn your trust. But Beth, I promise you that I’m not like him. I mean, I invited you to come meet my family. If I had something sinister to hide, why would I do that?”
Beth took a moment, and he waited for her to gather her thoughts. Damn Ben. He was still screwing up her life. His showing up at her café hadn’t helped either. She had no idea what he wanted, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. She just wanted him to go away and let her get on with her life.
“Don’t back out of our date. I promise we’ll have a good time. If we don’t, I’ll go away. If that’s what you want.”
It didn’t take a genius to know how hard those words were for him to get out. She’d seen the look on his face when she told him that she’d go on a date with him—something she knew he’d been wanting since they met.
Pushing down her fear, she tried her best to get things back on track. It wasn’t fair to keep making Drew pay for Ben’s mistakes. “Have you decided where we’re going Saturday?”
“I have something in mind, but I’m still hashing out the details.” She didn’t miss his sigh of relief.
“Anything you’d like to share?”
“I
’d rather surprise you.”
“I guess that would be acceptable.” She was trying to bring back the teasing atmosphere from before her anxiety had put a damper on their conversation. “Should I dress up?”
“Not if everything goes as planned. I’ll text you once I confirm everything.”
“I’ll need to know what time you’re picking me up, as well. Don’t forget I have to work Saturday.” Although he knew that already, she felt the need to remind him. A part of her wondered if maybe it was her way of keeping things on a level she could handle. Everything with Drew was moving so fast.
“I remembered.” He grew quiet. “I’ve been working on my list.”
Beth knew there had to be a question in there, so she gave him some time.
“What if we compare lists and we’re not . . . compatible? What happens then?”
There wasn’t any question of their chemistry. After the kiss they shared, that question had been answered loud and clear. Kinks, however, were a different thing entirely. His question was valid. What happened if he wanted something she couldn’t give, or vice versa? “I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”
He snorted. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so unsure of myself in a relationship before. You’d think I was a teenager again fumbling my way around the backseat of a car with my first girlfriend.”
That made her laugh. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“It’s true.”
“Drew, just be yourself. Do what comes naturally—what feels right. Everything else will figure itself out.”
“So what you’re saying is that I need to relax.”
She chuckled. “Something like that.”
“I should let you get ready for bed. It’s getting late, and I know you have to be up early.”
Beth glanced at the clock and realized that it was already after ten. They’d been on the phone for almost two hours. Her gaze landed on the bouquet he’d had delivered to her earlier that day. She’d put the flowers in a vase with some fresh water and placed them on the stand beside her bed. “Thank you again for the flowers.”
“You’re welcome.”
There was a long pause, and she wondered what he was doing. “You have to work Friday, don’t you?”
“Yep. I have to be there at seven.”
As things with Drew heated up, that little voice in the back of her head that worried about his safety got stronger. “Be safe, okay.”
“Always.”
She reached over and ran the tips of her fingers along one of the petals. “Good night.”
After Beth hung up the phone, she scooted off the mattress, and began getting ready for bed. That included cleaning the toys she’d used earlier. As she washed the silicone dildo, her thoughts returned to Drew masturbating to her instructions. Hearing him had been such a turn on. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.
Unfortunately, that thought was quickly followed up by another memory of Ben. Why wouldn’t he leave her alone and why had he shown up wanting to talk to her? It had been bad enough when she’d found out he came to the club months ago, but if he’d been looking for her, why hadn’t he sought her out at her house or the café then? Why had he waited until now? Did he hear she’d found someone else? And if so, how? As far as she knew, he was living in Florida with his wife and daughter. Was someone feeding him information? Was he trying to destroy her new relationship before it even got started?
Beth felt the beginning of a headache coming on.
Gritting her teeth, she finished what she was doing, and left her toys out on the counter to dry. It was one of the advantages of living alone.
She finished going through her nightly routine, and snuggled beneath her sheets. Beth forced her mind to more pleasant thoughts, such as Drew and the fantasy he’d shared with her. Rope bondage wasn’t something she excelled at, but she knew the basics. She also had several sets of leather cuffs. If he liked to be bound, she could work with it. And if rope was something he wanted to explore more, she could certainly find someone at the club to help her expand her skills. She had no idea what else would be on his list, but so far he hadn’t revealed anything she viewed as a hard limit.
Releasing a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let thoughts of Drew tied to her bed fill her mind. She was dying to know what he looked like underneath all that clothing. To have him at her mercy caused her body temperature to rise and moisture to pool between her thighs.
Before she could change her mind, she snaked her hand beneath the sheet. Saturday night couldn’t come soon enough for Beth. She had no idea if they would attempt to play that night, but if things went well, she had every intention of taking Drew up on his offer and letting him return the favor.
Chapter 13
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, Beth was becoming nauseous from all the ups and downs she’d experienced in the last day and a half. One minute she was looking forward to her date with Drew. The next minute, she was debating whether or not to call it off.
Nicole had been her saving grace. Every time Beth started to get cold feet, she’d call her best friend and get reassured that she wasn’t being stupid by giving Drew a shot. Honestly, she was making herself sick with all the dependency, but she needed a shoulder to lean on and Nicole got the luck of the draw.
“You ready for this?” Nicole asked.
It was four fifteen and Beth was standing in front of her bathroom mirror fixing her hair and makeup. She had her friend on speakerphone so she could get ready and talk at the same time. Drew had sent her a text on Friday letting her know that he’d pick her up at five on Saturday evening. Giving him her address had taken more resolve than giving him her phone number, but she’d done it. His reply back to her, including a smiley face and a ‘see you tomorrow’, had her grinning and all feelings of unease disappeared.
With less than an hour until he was due to show up on her doorstep, she’d needed Nicole’s support yet again. “I think so. I just hope I’m making the right decision. The friends thing was working well. What if this ruins it?”
“What if it makes it better?” Nicole countered.
“I know. I’m just worried about all the what-ifs. I can’t help it.”
“Considering what that jackass Ben did to you, it’s not surprising. Speaking of which, he hasn’t shown up again, has he?”
Beth had told Nicole about Ben showing up at the café earlier that week. Her friend had wanted to track him down and have a nice long chat with him. It was a sweet notion, and Beth appreciated it, but she also knew it wouldn’t help anything in the long run. If Ben showed up again, she would most likely have to look into getting a restraining order. That wasn’t a pleasant thought, but she couldn’t have him continuing to show up at her shop and disrupt her and her business.
“No.” She finished running the brush through her hair, and debated whether or not to put it up or leave it down. “I just wish I knew what he wanted. First the club, and now the café? And why so much time in between? It doesn’t make sense.”
“No, it doesn’t. But you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.”
She laughed. “Thanks. I’ll try and remember that.”
Deciding to leave her hair loose, Beth cleaned up the counter, and went to her bedroom to start getting dressed. Drew said they would be keeping things casual, so she was opting for shorts and a fitted T-shirt.
“Just remember to relax and have fun. It’s just a date. And Drew seems like a nice guy.”
Beth waited until she’d pulled her shirt over her head before answering. “So did Ben, at first.”
“You have to learn to trust again sometime.”
“Maybe I need to have that tattooed across my forehead or something.”
“Nah. If it was on your forehead, you’d only see it when you looked in the mirror.”
As usual, talking to Nicole had lightened her mood considerably. “Okay, I think I’m ready. And . . .” Beth glanced at the clock beside
her bed. “I have over twenty minutes to kill. Just enough time for me to psych myself out again.”
Nicole snorted, and Beth could almost see her rolling her eyes. “Do you have any idea where he’s taking you?”
Beth strolled into her living room and took a seat on her couch. “I asked, but he said he wanted to surprise me.”
They spent the next several minutes throwing out ideas on where Drew might be taking her on their date. It had started with things such as dinner and a movie, but by the time a knock sounded on her front door, they were both giggling and making jokes about outrageous costumes and scavenger hunts.
“I think he’s here.”
“Relax, and have fun. Oh, and call me tomorrow. I want details.” With that, Nicole hung up, not giving Beth time to respond. Sighing, she tucked her phone into her purse before going to answer the door.
Drew stood on her front porch with a small bunch of red flowers. They looked a little like lilies, but she’d never seen lilies that color before.
“Hi.”
“I hope I’m not too early. I couldn’t wait any longer.” He gave her that smile she loved so much.
“Eager, huh?” Was it wrong that she had the urge to grab him by his shirt and yank him inside?
“Just a little.” He handed her the flowers. “These are for you.”
She took his offering and brought them close enough to inhale their scent. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
Drew surprised her when he reached up and ran his hand along the side of her face. His fingers left tingles in their wake where they touched her skin. Her body heated, and her desire to kiss him overruled everything else. Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed hold of his shirt with her free hand and pulled him to her.
He offered no resistance as her mouth sought his.
The kiss was brief but intense. When she took a step back, they were both breathing hard. Her body and her mind were at war. They’d been dancing around their attraction for over a month. Her body knew what it wanted. But she had to be strong. Things needed to be discussed before they went any further—what they both wanted, what each expected.
She released him and backed away. “Let me put these in water, and then we can go.”