Page 36 of Choices

“What if what I want changes?”

It's tempting. She's only two blocks away from me. I could walk over, strip her robe off of her, make love to her all night...

“Not this weekend, mami, this weekend is yours.”

She sighs, and I watch on the camera as her shoulders sag. She looks around the room.

“This place is beautiful. I haven’t thanked you yet.”

“It’s yours anytime you want sweetheart. It’s not my main home, but it’s close to the club so I keep it for when I’m too tired to get all the way home.”

“This is your home?” She asks incredulously.

“Mhm,” I reply, licking my lips. I like seeing her in my space. She hasn't been to our apartment yet. I should fix that.

“So, I should have told you this sooner," I start "…but honestly I didn’t want to. There are cameras in there.”

“Have you been watching me this whole time?” she says in a whisper.

I'm silent for a beat, not wanting to admit just how much of a creep I've been.

“You’re cute when you blush.” I add, just to see if I can make her blush more.

Hannah tries to cover her blushing cheeks, but I can still see the smile on her beautiful face.

She rolls onto her back, one thin sheet covering her lower half. Her top half is covered in an oversized t-shirt, but I zoom in on the bed. Her hand is moving under the sheet, down her torso, and between her legs.

Oh, fuck yes.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice thick and low with lust.

“Showing you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me…even if I can’t in person.” She replies, eyes closed.

"Fuck," I grumble, pulling down the zipper on my jeans. My cock is painfully hard, but I give it a few short pulls to take the edge off.

A low moan sounds from the phone.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I demand.

“Mmmm, I would want you to touch me. To go down on me, to let me go down on you…” her voice trails off.

“First, I would worship you. Your breasts, your nipples, every inch of your body.” I growl. She takes a sharp inhale at my words, as her other hand slides under her shirt and over her breast. I've never had phone sex. This is a sweet sort of torture - to be able to imagine what I want to do to her without being able to do it.

“Are you wet?”

She bites her lower lip. “Mhm.”

I imagine her taste on my tongue, the smell of her. I imagine how soft and warm she'd feel finally pushing into her. I imagine my fingers digging into her hips and I plow into her from behind.

I can already feel my orgasm start at the base of my spine. My balls feel hot and heavy, still strangled by the cloth of my boxer briefs.

“Finger yourself,” I command and watch in fascination as she arches her back to comply.

She moans, causing me to speed up my hand.

“Good girl,” I growl. Her easy obedience causes my chest to feel tight. She's an incredible woman, balancing kids, running a house, and reclaiming her identity. She's always in charge, so watching her give up any semblance of control is so fucking sexy.

She whines.

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