To the Edge

by Anna del Mar

  “Fine,” he finally said. “I’ll do it, but no promises. Understood?”

  “Crystal clear.”

  I let out a discreet breath. Some snares were built with ropes, wires and cages. Mine was built of images, need and desire.

  From his perch on the screen, his eyes narrowed on me. “You do understand that this ‘amendment’ of yours is going to cost you, don’t you?”

  I shrugged. “Nothing’s free in life.” The price would be worth it if I could get him to buy into the program.

  “I want you to drain most of the water in the tub,” he said. “Leave only an inch or two, because I want a full view.”

  I reached obediently and unplugged the bathtub.

  “That’s enough,” he said and I replugged the tub. “Slide back, that’s good. Now back to the book scene. You like to play dirty, so get to washing.”

  I lathered my neck and my arms, one first, then the other. I made a show as I washed one leg first and then the other. I’d never been the sex-kitten type, but for the first time, I was willing to give it a try. Thoroughly soaped, I dallied over my belly and drew Noah’s initials on a layer of foam.

  “You’re killing me over here.” Noah squirmed on his chair. “Get to the main event.”

  I knew what he wanted. I widened the space between my knees. Black fire flared in Noah’s eyes. I loved that he liked watching me. My heart sputtered. My arousal grew under his stare, and so did my confidence.

  I squirted a stream of rich oil in my hand, a mix that the technician recommended to soothe my freshly lasered labia. I smeared the oil between my legs, spreading the luster. My labia was flushed and still a little tender, but the oil felt amazing, and the residual sensitivity added to my arousal. My fingers glided smoothly over my newly uncovered territory, discovering a brand-new landscape. My pussy looked blunt, a denuded bluff bisected by a pair of defined, trim inner lips shaped like a folded calla.

  “Show me your clit,” Noah said.

  I shocked myself when I spread my lips and displayed my clit for him. I was actually glad to do it, now that he’d agreed to my condition. Under his eyes, my clit plumped up between my fingers as I coated it with oily layers.

  “That’s a nice, stout little button you’ve got there,” Noah said. “Circle it with your fingertips. Yes, that’s it.”

  I closed my eyes. The feeling was exquisite.

  “Rub it a bit,” Noah said. “Yes, that’s good.”

  An ooh drifted out of my lips.

  Noah smiled. “You like that, don’t you?”

  I did like it. A lot. More so when Noah directed me to pinch my nipple while at the same time fondling my clit. It was hard to keep still. The water at the bottom of the tub rippled around me, sloshing softly against my skin. The sounds of my heavy breathing echoed in the big bathtub. The confinement of those stark white walls became my stage. I was a willing marionette in Noah’s hands, my strings tied to his voice.

  It was strange. I’d experimented on myself. Who hadn’t? In the past couple of years, I hadn’t had much success. Now, under Noah’s watchful eyes, I made some serious progress. I ran two fingers up and down the inner length of my sex. I teased my slit. I kneaded my clit and displayed myself for him in the lewd and explicit ways in which he wanted to see me.

  “Oil your middle finger,” Noah said. “Yes, that’s good. Now slide it in.”

  I hesitated. What he was asking me to do was very intimate, not to mention incredibly naughty. I was naked, on camera, displaying the sort of risky behavior that had gotten so many people, including quite a few celebrities, in trouble. But this was Noah at the other end and I’d agreed to do whatever he wanted. His lust called the shots and freed me to enjoy my own. How could I argue against doing something that felt so darn good?

  “Clara?” he said. “You promised.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” And I always kept my promises.

  I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes again and pressed my middle finger against my slit. My body gave in and accepted a knuckle. The sensation of being inside myself felt strange at first. I was hot, slick and textured, but I was also soft, downy and incredibly sensitive.

  “More,” Noah said and I worked in another digit for his pleasure. “Think of my tongue lathering you. Don’t be shy. Oh, yeah. That’s beautiful, princess, keep rubbing your clit. Pump your fingers. Think of my cock swelling up in you.”

  A surge of pleasure surprised me, tightening my sex and pulsing through my body. I gasped. “Noah?”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “I—I don’t know if I can...you know...without you.”

  “Sure you can,” he said. “As long as I give you permission. But not yet. Keep moving, pump your fingers, curl the ends. Work the hips, let me see you clamp down. Oh, yeah, that’s really hot. Right now, I want to be in your tight wet little cunt so bad.”

  His dirty talking added to my agony. Every word he said shoved me closer to the edge.

  Note to blog: want some extra sizzle? Say it aloud, no matter how lewd or indecent.

  I was excited beyond belief. I needed Noah in the worst possible way. I closed my eyes and imagined he was with me, in the tub, suckling my clit and licking my pussy as he’d done yesterday.

  “Get ready, baby.” His voice recalled me from the edge. “I’m going to ask you to come anytime now. You’re going to be the best part of my day when you explode for me.”

  Exploding for him was exactly what I needed to do. “Please?”

  “Come,” he said. “Come real hard for me, right now.”

  I hadn’t been able to come for myself in a while, but on Noah’s command, I did. My sex clung to my fingers as I arched in the bathtub and groaned, caught in waves of bliss. Success. He was going to call the doctor and my pussy galloped into a long, sumptuous orgasm for his exclusive benefit...and mine.

  Chapter Ten

  Clara

  The cell on my pillow went off thirty seconds before my alarm. A song came on, an old favorite, “A Promise to You.” I smiled and clicked on Accept. Noah’s face materialized on the screen.

  “Good morning, princess.”

  Seeing him quickened my heart. I knuckled the sleep out of my eyes, smiled and snuggled with the cell. “You never liked that boy band much.”

  Noah grinned. “But you used to love that song.”

  “I can’t believe you remembered.”

  “I remember everything about you.”

  “Aw.” My heart swelled to wondrous proportions. “This is a nice way to start the day.”

  “Then it’s a hit.” His smile broadened. “Got to go. Busy day in the global security scene. Keep the cell close by and have an excellent day. Noah out.”

  I mourned his absence the moment the call ended, but I too had a busy day ahead. I reached for my laptop and selected a few questions to post. I smiled when I came across one of them that seemed particularly pertinent this morning.

  To: Sextattle.com

  From: Ohio Witch

  Hey, folks. Is masturbation okay? I’ve been doing it half my life in private, but now my boyfriend wants to watch me. Is it wrong? Am I crazy?

  Why, looky here. At another time in my life, I wouldn’t have touched this one with a ten-foot pole. But now? I just had to say something.

  To: Ohio Witch

  From: Raven/Moderator

  Masturbation is totally normal. I think it’s absolutely okay to touch yourself when you feel horny. Think about it: free, fun and amazing. I say go for it. Personally, I think masturbation can be a huge turn-on for your partner, not to mention yourself. Being watched while masturbating is one of the most satisfying sexual experiences I’ve ever had. Give it a try. You may find it’s a great addition to your sexual repertoire.

  There it was
. My admission. Last night hadn’t been a sacrifice at all. My post felt good, authentic, a true share as opposed to an automated response. The mere memory of my session in the tub tempted me, but I was in a rush. I didn’t even have time to add the usual links to my post. I shut down my laptop, dragged myself out of bed and got ready for work. I opted for my lucky sheath dress, a royal-blue sleeveless Kate Spade that lent me professional competence. I needed to look like I owned a backbone today.

  My entire team worked frantically through the morning to pull together the latest updates for the board meeting. I attached my recommendation to each of the proposals. So many needs around the world. Not enough money to meet the needs.

  Several programs were on the cutting board due to Mother’s shifting political interests: the orphanage in Nepal, the Ebola prevention program in the Democratic Republic of Congo and the school for girls in Nigeria. They were all vital to their communities and I agonized over seeing any one shut down.

  By noon, I had a huge headache. I downed a couple of Advil, but my shoulders ached from the tension. With less than an hour to go, Lori came into my office, loaded with copies of my report to the board and a package.

  “This just came in for you.” She dropped off the package on my desk. “Running out to get something to eat. Want something?”

  “I’m good.” I was so nervous that I wouldn’t be able to keep anything down if I tried. “You go ahead.”

  Lori hadn’t been gone thirty seconds when my laptop chimed. Noah. I accepted the call. Just seeing his face on the screen made me feel better.

  “Ready for the board meeting?” he said.

  “As ready as we can be.”

  His forehead furrowed. “You look like you’re going to an execution.”

  I sighed. “Kind of. Some programs are likely to get the ax. It’s gut-wrenching, really.”

  “You need a break, Clara.”

  “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m used to this.”

  “Open your package.”

  “Another package from you?” I smiled and broke open the wrappings. “You’re making a habit. Wow.” A lovely jewelry box emerged. I threw away the packaging and turned the box in my hands. “This looks fancy.”

  “It is fancy,” he said. “It’s a high-end original.”

  I lifted the top and found a small golden egg, smooth, glistening and decorated with elaborate designs. It sat on a tiny scrolled pedestal, which I lifted from the box and settled on my desk. “It kind of looks like one of those fancy Fabergé eggs...”

  “Very good,” Noah said. “That’s exactly what it’s supposed to look like. Do you recognize the designs on it?”

  I traced my fingers over the lovely sunbursts that decorated the golden surface. Sun rays. Light. Luz. “Oh.” I smiled. “I get it now.”

  “I had it customized especially for you.”

  “In only two days?”

  “I’ve got an inside track on the company that makes them.”

  Of course Noah would have an inside track.

  “Do you know the story behind the Fabergé eggs?”

  “Not really.”

  “In 1885, the Russian Tsar Alexander III gave the tsarina a golden egg designed by this fellow, Fabergé. She liked it so much that the tsar ordered a new egg for her every year.”

  “Cool,” I said, putting the box away in the drawer. “But why give me one of these?”

  He flashed a knowing grin. “Because you’re royalty, Avalon’s wildcat princess, of course.”

  “Right.” I laughed.

  His smile widened. “I want you to keep it on your desk when you’re at work. I also want you to put it in your bag at the end of the day. Now, I need you to do a few things for me.”

  I sobered up. “Noah, I’m really busy over here and the board meeting is in...”

  “I can read a watch as well as you can,” he said. “Trust me. You need a break. Get up and lock your door.”

  “But—”

  “No arguments, remember?” he said, and then, “I made that call.”

  My heart revved up. “You did?”

  “Affirmative,” he said. “It’s your turn to hold up your end of the bargain.”

  “And?” I couldn’t resist. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

  “I said yes,” he said, albeit testily. “I enrolled in the program. Are you happy?”

  I grinned so wide that it hurt. “Ecstatic.”

  “Can we move on now?” he said impatiently.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Whatever I want,” he said. “Wasn’t that the deal?”

  “Yes, Noah.”

  “The door,” he reminded me. “Or is it discipline you’re craving from me?”

  My body purred, craving discipline and a few other things. Beneath my dress, my nipples puckered. I got up and locked the door, because my plans for the weekend featured Noah prominently and—I did a little dance on the way back to my desk—he’d enrolled in the program.

  “Better,” he said when I returned to my chair. “Now, I need you to take off your panties and hike up your skirt.”

  “Not here.” My face ignited with the heat. “It’s not...um...appropriate.”

  “Let me decide what’s appropriate,” he said in his intractable tone. “You better hustle. We don’t want you be late for the board meeting.”

  I looked at the time. I couldn’t afford to be late for the meeting, but I didn’t want to create any trouble with Noah, either. We were making good strides. And he had enrolled in the program. So I slid my panties down my legs, hiked my skirt and plopped down on my chair again, feeling more self-conscious than ever.

  “Now what?” I said. “If you think I’m going to fondle myself while I’m at the office, you’re crazy.”

  “I thought you might have a problem with that.” He smiled cryptically. “No more questions. Pick up Mr. Fancy Russian Egg.”

  I lifted up the golden egg from its cradle. A smooth, golden rope with a delicate little ring dangled from the bottom. I stared. “What the hell...?”

  “Quiet, Clara. Follow directions. Trust me on this one. It’s our private deal. Okay?”

  My mind spewed out all kinds of objections, time, place, decency, but my entire body betrayed my logic, trembling with anticipation.

  “There’s a small tube in the box.” Noah’s eyes followed my movements as I opened and closed the drawer. “Yes, that’s the one. Now squeeze it over the narrow end.”

  My hand shook a little as I squeezed the translucent gel over the polished egg. “What kind of business specializes in customized imitation Fabergé eggs?”

  “A very profitable one.” Noah motioned with his hand. “Be generous. Good job. Adjust the laptop’s camera. Come on, give me a good view, baby.”

  I knew where this was going, and part of me wished I could put a stop to it. The better part was fully committed, not to mention aroused beyond belief. The earnest expression on Noah’s face had me sucking in deep gulps of air. I so wanted to please him.

  I pushed my chair back and angled the lid of my laptop until I fit my image in the little square at the bottom of my screen.

  “Brace your feet on the desk,” Noah said.

  I must have been going insane, because I hooked my heels on the desk’s overhang.

  “Wider.” He motioned with his hands, sending my heels sliding in opposite directions. “Yes, that’s beautiful. Now slip it in.”

  I looked at the egg, then down on myself. “Will it fit?”

  “It will fit,” he assured me. “It’s tiny compared to my cock, and you’ll have to fit all of that very soon.”

  Every cell in my body went bonkers.

  I positioned the narrow end of the golden egg against my opening. It felt coo
l and smooth on my sensitive skin. I glanced at Noah. His eyes were glued to the screen. I’d never been one for toys. He gave me an encouraging nod.

  I took a deep breath and pressed. The egg pushed through and my pussy expanded to take in the wider parts of it, then resisted toward the end.

  “It’s okay,” Noah murmured, enthralled. “Just give it a little help to get through...”

  I applied a fingertip and pushed. My body yielded. The egg moved along and my slit closed with a satisfied gulp, leaving only the little golden rope with the ring dangling between my legs. Noah’s gift settled into my vagina, dense and substantial, heavier than I expected. My body fired all kinds of signals.

  I rumbled. “I don’t know about this...”

  “Give it a moment,” Noah said. “You’ll get used to it.”

  Used to it? I didn’t think so. I’d never get used to going about with my pussy loaded like that. And yet my body took to the odd sensations and my vaginal walls pulsed, a mild, exploratory fingering of the object in their fold.

  “Lean back,” Noah said. “Whatever happens, those legs need to remain as they are. Do you understand? Let me hear your voice.”

  “Yes, Noah,” I squeaked. “I understand.”

  A hum echoed inside of me, followed by a gentle vibration that rattled me from the inside out. The world shifted. The fancy toy concealed a vibrator.

  Of course I’d read about sex toys. Discussions about vibrators came up in the blog all the time. Subscribers loved to talk about their experience and I’d researched and identified several sites that offered a great selection. But this custom toy was unlike anything I’d seen, and the difference between researching something and experiencing it struck me as my body began to spin around my pussy’s newly activated center.

  “Noah?” I whimpered.

  “Remote control.” Noah lifted his cell in the air. “Custom app.”

  He could connect to the thing vibrating in me through a cell app?

  For a moment I cursed modern technology. Then the vibration revved up and my body greatly approved of modern technology. The buzz in me felt amazing. Every molecule in my being vibrated along with the contraption, sending pleasure’s signals to every part of me. Drops of my private moisture condensed in my folds. Noah was hundreds of miles away and yet he had me humming like a hive.