Beck And Call

by Abby Gordon

  "Good girl,” he murmured approval. “Now, cover your breasts with your hands and squeeze them."

  "I—"

  "Just listen to my voice and do what I tell you without questioning. Understand?"

  "Yes...” She frowned. “What do I call you?"

  "Master."

  "Wait a second,” she shook her head. “Your note said you weren't into the slave-master thing."

  "A dominant is still called ‘master'. Serena, are you going to obey me or argue with me about everything?"

  She swallowed at the hint of frustration in his voice. The voice disrupter didn't hide the tinge of irritation.

  "Sorry,” she whispered. “This is new to me and I'm going to have lots of questions."

  "And I'll answer them,” he promised. “But not now."

  "Yes...master,” she answered hesitantly.

  "Now,” he started again. “Lay back and cover your breasts with your hands."

  Serena obeyed. The low, rough voice instructed her and blindly she obeyed. Her fingers kneaded her breasts. Soft, firm breasts swelled in her hands. As if hypnotized, she tugged on her nipples until they were hard nubs. She pinched them until she gasped at the brief pain. And was stunned to feel her hips tilt as her insides clenched.

  "How does your body feel?” he asked.

  "I...my insides tightened,” she whispered. “Is that normal?"

  "Perfectly,” he assured her. “Now, close your eyes. Listen and do what I tell you. Just feel, Serena. Feel."

  She reached for a clamp and put it on, gasping at the pain. Soothing words had her breathing through it and fastening the other.

  His voice deepened as he told her to find her hard little nub.

  Her head lolled on the pillows as she teased her clit. He told her to rub herself and feel how wet she was getting. She flicked her fingertips over her clit several times before rubbing with her palm. A low sigh escaped her lips. Relaxing slightly, she felt the moisture. She slid two fingers into her pussy and the muscles clenched around them. Rolling onto her side to face the phone, she whimpered.

  "Master!"

  At his next words, she pried her eyes open. Lube the vibrator, she told herself. Where the hell was the lube and... there! It had slipped toward the foot of the bed. She hurriedly put the drops on the vibrator. Picking up the remote, she put the tip just outside the pussy.

  Sliding it in, she pushed the button once and moaned. Her thighs fell open to rest against the comforter.

  "Tell me how it feels."

  "Like it's vibrating every nerve I just touched, but it's more...everything. Nerves I didn't know I had,” she managed, trying to breath. “I...OH!"

  Her upper body knifed up as the vibrations hit her clit. With a moan, she fell back against the pillows.

  "What?"

  "The little branch hit my...my..."

  "Your clit?"

  "Yes,” she gasped.

  "Say it. Tell me how you felt."

  "It hit my clit and...and...it was like electricity zapped me,” she panted. “Like I touched a live wire..."

  "Do it again,” came his order.

  "I can't...can't handle it."

  "Put it back on that spot."

  "I can't!"

  "Do it."

  Serena moaned, both unable to resist and half-dreading the zap she knew was coming. Taking a deep breath, she turned the vibrator and whimpered as the soft rubber pressed up the hood and teased her clit.

  "Master..."

  "Hold it there."

  Serena closed her eyes and tried to fight the sensations that flooded her body. Heat built up in her pussy then spread throughout her body. As her muscles trembled, her breathing came faster. Perspiration dampened her skin.

  "Master, please,” she whispered, barely able to hear her own voice. “Let me take it out."

  "Press it harder,” he replied. “Tell me how it makes you feel."

  She moaned as her head rolled on the pillow.

  "Serena, obey me. Tell me what you're feeling."

  "The pressure inside me,” she managed to whisper. “It's increasing."

  "Where?"

  "Inside my belly."

  "That's not where it is. Is it your pussy? Is your pussy feeling it?"

  "Yes,” she gasped.

  "Say it, Serena. Say it and tell me what you're feeling."

  "Like a fire is building up in...in my...,” she swallowed, shuddering. “In my pussy. I feel like my entire body is burning up and I can't stand it anymore."

  "You can,” he encouraged. “Press the vibrator harder. What do you..."

  Obeying him before he had finished, she cried out.

  "God, master! I can't..."

  "Tug on the chain holding the clamps."

  Blindly her hand groped for the thin chain. A finger hooked it and pulled. She gasped.

  "Master, it's like a...,” her poor brain struggled to work. “It hurts my nipples but my pussy tightened and...

  "Very good,” he murmured. “Take the clamps off as you push the vibrator hard against your clit."

  She struggled to take a deep breath and finally managed. Relieved, she exhaled and gasped as pain merged with pleasure. Taking a quick breath, she pinched her fingers around the first clamp handle. As blood rushed into the nipple, she quickly freed the second. Fire surged through her body.

  "Ooooo!"

  She arched off the bed then curled up. Gasping for breath, she rolled to her side. She felt blindly for the remote and turned it off.

  "Serena?"

  "Oh, my God,” she panted. “That was...incredible. I've never had an orgasm so strong. Last night didn't come close to this."

  "Last night? You masturbated?"

  "If you can call it that,” she smiled against the pillow. “I was reading the story you marked from the first book."

  "It turned you on that much?"

  "Yes,” she said shyly.

  "How often do you masturbate?"

  "Would you believe that's only about the fourth time?"

  "When was the first time?"

  Serena took a deep breath and tried to speak in a normal voice. “In college, my roommates and I got a bit tipsy one night before graduation. Shelly showed us what to do."

  "What about the story turned you on?"

  "He was so forceful even as he was tender with her. I got the feeling they'd been having marital problems and he hoped to break down the barriers they'd erected."

  "Forceful and tender,” came the mulling tone. “I'll remember that.” There was a pause as if he was gathering his thoughts. “I'm pleased with how things went tonight, although you have earned two punishments."

  "What?” she blinked, her mind still recovering from the orgasm. “Why?"

  "Discipline is key to our relationship,” he said in an edgy voice. “Primarily spankings. And you have earned two. Tell me what you did."

  "I came without permission,” she replied, remembering that from what she had read. “I don't know the second."

  "Constantly resisted my orders,” he reminded her. “You don't tell me no. Now, your friends will be over in about ten minutes. I'll call you tomorrow morning at ten with the plans."

  "Yes, master,” she whispered, dazed.

  "Good night,” he said softly, amusement in his voice.

  At the silence, she reached out and pushed the red button to disconnect.

  What just happened? What did she just do? Did she, a girl from a little town near the Canadian border and a family that filled four pews of the church they'd attended for five generations, just masturbate with a vibrator while a sexual dominant instructed her?

  For a long moment, she stared at the vibrator. Letting it fall to the comforter, she drew her knees up and hugged herself. It was the strangest, weirdest, most thrilling thing she'd ever done. Closing her eyes, she reviewed what had happened.

  Punishment. Her eyes flew open and landed on the phone. Whatever they were going to do, it seemed as if he intended to spank her. Twice
. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him putting her face down across his thighs and spanking her. Her face flushed.

  Serena Marie, you are turning into a harlot, came her mother's voice. I did not raise you to behave this way! I raised you to be—

  "No!” she protested. “I'm a grown woman and I will decide what I do."

  Pushing herself up, she hurried to get ready for the girls.

  Calling for pizza from the restaurant down the block, Serena pulled on jeans and the sweatshirt a brother had given her when he'd gone to Disney World. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she had to appreciate the irony of the character. Sleeping Beauty had always been her favorite.

  "And now I'm waking up,” she smiled.

  Hurrying into the living room, she put the coasters out before going to the kitchen and pulled out ingredients for a salad. There was a knock on her door just before it opened.

  "Yoo-hoo,” Debbie called out.

  "In the kitchen! I need someone to open the wine and get the plates."

  Debbie and Claire appeared in sweats and oversized Ts. To Serena's distress, Claire's eyes still looked slightly frozen. Their hair was damp as if they'd taken showers after their workouts and come straight over. She wasn't worried about their casual style. She'd have washed off her make-up if she'd had the time. The memory of why she hadn't had time made her flush.

  "You haven't opened it, yet? What happened to our always-ready hostess?"

  "Um, a phone call,” Serena replied, feeling the heat in her cheeks.

  "A phone...” Debbie paused, her hand in the drawer searching for the corkscrew. She turned and stared. Across the narrow galley kitchen, Claire paused in the midst of reaching for the plates. “From your parents?"

  "No,” Serena shook her head, busy chopping the carrots.

  Debbie leaned forward, eyes narrowed.

  "Oh. My. God,” she breathed, straightening. “You had phone sex!” she screamed.

  Claire almost dropped the plates and Serena nearly cut her fingertip off. Hands shaking, Claire put the plates on the counter and stared at her roommate.

  "Sheez, Debbie,” Serena muttered, bending to pick up the carrot slice that had rolled off the counter. She tossed it in the garbage can. “Why don't you open the door and yell it down the hall? I don't think the Thompsons’ in 3-D heard you."

  "Sorry,” came the giggle. “It's just so out of character for you. I mean, the rose this afternoon and now this. I just can't believe it."

  "Out of character? I have had sex before, you know,” Serena said stiffly.

  "I didn't mean that,” Debbie frowned. “It's just...” She paused and shook her head. “You seem happy, Serena. If this guy makes you happy, then good for you. After Todd, you deserve happiness."

  "Thank you,” replied Serena softly, glancing over. “It's still a bit new. And I've never had, um,” she grimaced, “um, phone sex."

  "Well, it must have been pretty good,” Debbie grinned. “Because you look...” she frowned. “What would you call it, Claire?"

  The other woman looked up from the silverware drawer. At the obvious pain in the younger woman's eyes, Serena felt a brief moment of guilt at her happiness.

  "She's satisfied,” Claire answered with a soft smile. “Who is he, Serena?"

  Serena hesitated. She wasn't even going to get into that.

  "I'd rather not say. Like I said, it's all still new and...” She looked at them. “He makes me feel things I've never felt before and I'm not sure how to deal with it."

  "Be careful,” warned Claire.

  "He isn't involved with anyone else. He...” she smiled slightly. “He wants me to feel good. He told me that my pleasure comes first for him. He said he would do everything he could to make sure I was never hurt. No one's ever said that to me."

  "Wow,” Claire whispered. “Next time you talk to him, definitely ask if he has brothers or cousins you can hook us up with."

  "Hmph!” Debbie snorted. She glanced at Serena and winked at her. “Just because I'm happy for Serena doesn't mean I'm ready to settle down and make babies."

  "Wait a second!” Serena gasped, even as she understood that Debbie wanted to get Claire's mind off her heartache. “Who said anything about settling down and making babies?"

  "Hey, you just turned thirty, remember?” came the tease as Debbie pulled a bottle of chardonnay out of the fridge. “That clock is ticking louder. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

  "Honestly!” groaned Serena, scraping all the carrots into the bowl where lettuce, celery, and scallions were waiting. “You'd think I had one foot in the grave!"

  "Claire, where did she put her cane?” Debbie grinned as she worked the corkscrew. “She seems to have forgotten where it is."

  "Forgotten it? Give me a cane and I'll whack you with it you, you young whippersnapper!” Serena laughed, trying and failing horribly to sound like an old woman. All three women giggled hysterically. “Oh, Lord, and we haven't had any wine yet. You are so slow, Deb!"

  "I'm working on it,” she laughed.

  "Maybe I should help?” Serena offered. “Even my poor, weak muscles should be able to move faster than..."

  Pop! Debbie grinned. Chuckling, Claire got the glasses.

  "Good thing I stocked up on aspirin,” Serena sighed as Debbie poured the wine. And filled all three glasses to the brim. “I haven't done this since I was about six,” she muttered, bending down to slurp the wine so it wouldn't spill when she picked it up.

  "And what happened when you did?” Claire asked, mimicking her action.

  "My mother swatted my rear,” she said dryly.

  "And what would she do if she knew about your phone sex?” Debbie asked archly.

  Serena froze. “She'd do a lot more than swat at me,” she whispered. Her hands started shaking. “Oh, God..."

  "No,” Debbie shook her head. “Don't even think about it. I'm sorry I asked."

  Sighing, Serena picked up the tongs and mixed the salad.

  "No, it's okay. I think we all hear our mothers criticizing our actions and choices. It's not easy sometimes, is it?” She glanced at Claire, who shook her head. “So, we do what we have to do to live our own lives. We order pizza, open however many bottles of wine we need to, and hold onto friends who understand us more than our own families."

  "I'll drink to that,” Claire stated, raising her glass.

  They clinked their glasses and drank.

  There was a knock on the door.

  "Yes! Pizza!” Debbie put her glass down and hurried to the door. “I'm starved."

  Laughing, the other two picked up the salad, forks and plates. Putting them on the leather trunk Serena used as a coffee table, they listened as Debbie flirted with the delivery boy. Retrieving the wine glasses, Serena grinned as Claire was pulled into the laughing conversation.

  They all needed this, she smiled, pulling another bottle out of the fridge. Tucking it under her arm, she caught up the corkscrew with her pinkie as she scooped up the glasses. This was the perfect night.

  By midnight, the perfect night had disintegrated into a wine-filled haze.

  Within minutes of starting the movie, Claire was crying about Paul's interest in a threesome. After blowing her nose and splashing cold water on her face, she appropriated a bottle and proceeded to drink the contents. Exasperated with her roommate, Debbie scarfed down two slices and opened another bottle. Serena tried to coax them into making their usual sarcastic or witty comments about the dialogue, but gave up after thirty minutes. As the romantic comedy droned on, she pulled into herself and went over the phone conversation with master. Debbie made a few incoherent comments about the men in the Programming Department that pulled Serena out of her daze. When she pressed for more information though, Debbie refused to say anything else. Compared to their previous movie marathons, the night was a bust. Clearly, when all three were having ‘men’ problems, romantic movies were off the viewing list.

  The next morning, Serena's alarm clock went off.

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bsp; "It's Saturday, dammit,” she groaned reaching over to shut the thing off. Her gaze fell on the cell phone she'd left on the nightstand. “Master,” she whispered.

  Heat flooded her pussy. He would be calling at ten. Twenty minutes. She sat up and groaned. Taking a deep breath, she slowly put her feet on the ground.

  "Oooo, coffee,” she whimpered.

  Entering the kitchen she saw the four empty bottles lined up on the counter and grimaced.

  "Coffee,” she muttered and was exceedingly grateful she'd set it up the night before. Hitting the on switch, she turned the radio on. The music blasted and she promptly turned it off. “Wrong answer,” she shook her head. “Aspirin,” she said. “Now that's the right answer."

  Heading into her bathroom, she found the bottle and popped two in her mouth. Drinking a glass of water, she brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face. Feeling more human, she returned to the kitchen to find the coffee nearly ready. She was taking her second sip when the phone in the bedroom rang. He was early!

  "Master,” she gasped, hurrying to find the phone. It was on her nightstand. “Master?"

  "Expecting someone else?” he chuckled. “How was last night?"

  "A bit somber,” she replied. “We kept a vineyard in business. I don't remember drinking that much, but we finished off four bottles."

  "How are you feeling?"

  "I've taken aspirin and I have my coffee,” she sighed. “I'll be okay in a little bit."

  "Good,” he said decisively. “Get the vibrator and lube and snuggle back against the pillows."

  Remembering how she had felt the night before, Serena scrambled to get the items.

  "Put the phone on speaker?” she asked, clambering back under the covers.

  "Yes,” he approved. “Good girl. Ready?"

  She hit the button.

  "Yes."

  "Put lube on the vibrator and put it inside you."

  She raced to comply. It took a second to get the vibrator inside her as her body resisted the intrusion even with the lube.

  "It's harder than it was yesterday,” she told him. “I'm not as ready as I was."

  "You knew I was going to call,” he replied sternly. “You should always be ready for me."

  "I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd want me to do this,” she trembled. “I told you I've only been with two men. Todd...” she stopped and tried to get control of herself. “Todd..."