Page 8 of Foreplay on Words

“No, Sir.”

“Speak freely, pet. What do you need?” he instructed.

“You.”

Her chest started to heave as the soft leather caressed the waistband of her silk panties. Back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally stopping but never striking.

“What do you need from me, pet?” he asked in a low, sultry voice.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to formulate a confident answer. He was going to wait her out. Driving her half mad with desire as he stood completely still.

She could imagine his cool blue eyes looking down on her, that passive look on his face as he patiently let her figure out what she needed. He’d told her she could take what she needed from him; she only had to ask.

“Your cock, Sir. I need your cock.”

Holy fucking shit.

Placing my tablet down, I closed my eyes for a moment before I picked it back up and tapped the screen a few times, going back into my incognito tabs. I should feel guilty for what I was about to do, but there was something about the tension in the writing and the raw sexual energy that flowed through the character while she was deprived of her sense of sight.

My hand was shaking as I shifted the waistband of my lounge pants down. Reaching into the little pocket in the front of my boxer briefs, I pulled myself out and ran my hand down the hardening flesh. My other hand pressed play, and I closed my eyes, imagining Chastity’s intriguing eyes and light hair as moans filled the air around me. I tried to immerse myself in the scene, taking on the character as if I was living out the scene. While I wasn’t bound, a woman, or at the mercy of a slightly sadistic Dominant, the sensation of stroking myself felt enhanced as I spread the wetness that’d built while I was reading down my shaft.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, my hips involuntarily shifting into the rhythm of my hand as my wrist moved faster.

The guttural female moans on the tablet intensified the sensation as I felt myself getting closer. Images of blonde hair covered by the strap of a blindfold danced behind my eyelids as my whole body tensed, and I let go in streams across my hand and bare chest.

My heart was hammering as I opened my eyes and grabbed the tablet. I pressed stop and threw it on the coffee table as I picked up my cell phone and opened the texts.

Evan: Chastity Rose

Adrian: Done. That was quick.

You have no idea, Adrian, no fucking idea.

Chase

Boston

Laptop, check.

“Where is that damn cord?” I rummaged around in the bottom of my messenger bag. I was constantly losing charging cords. For everything. My phone...laptop...tablet. If it had a cord, I could lose it. I had an abundance of extra battery packs dispersed around my condo, but the cords that plugged into the wall—gone.

Isobel hated how disorganized my condo was, but it was ordered to me. Sort of. The clutter didn’t bother me. Most days, I was too absorbed in my characters to put away laundry or sort through things I needed to donate. It was clean; it was just a mess—kind of like my social life.

My friends all thought I had some spectacular sex life, given that they thought I wrote lady porn—in reality, it’d been a while.

“Ah-ha!” I exclaimed as I pulled on the little C connector that I could barely see sticking out from under the couch cushion. For some reason, I thought storing a laptop cord under a couch cushion was a good idea, but I wasn’t always the most logical person.

My phone started to ring, and my eyes scanned all the flat surfaces in my apartment for the hot pink case before I felt the vibration against my leg.

Whoever invented yoga pants with pockets was a freaking genius. It kept me from losing my phone most of the time. When I remembered it was in said little pocket.

“Is?” I asked as I wrapped up the cord and shoved it into my messenger bag.

“Did you find it?” Her voice was amused, but I didn’t remember telling her I was looking for something.

“Find what?”

“Whatever it is that is making you late? You should have left forty minutes ago. And since I can’t hear road noise and your speaker phone voice, I’m gathering you haven’t gotten in the car yet.”

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