Page 136 of Heart of Stone

“I would bind you face down, with your arms and legs spread to all four corners of my bed. You won’t be able to move,” I told her. There was dead silence on the other end of the line. I waited a moment before continuing, hoping that she was forming a visual. “You will be blind folded so you can’t see what’s coming. You remember the bite of the flogger, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“It will be different this time. I’m going to run it torturously slow down the length of your body, over and over again until you beg me to mark you with it. But even then I won’t. The more you beg, the more I’ll introduce new tortures, ones that will bring you near to the edge of your breaking point and keep you there.”

“What kinds of tortures?”

I smirked at the way she provoked me, knowing that she didn’t have an inkling of knowledge about the torments that I could introduce her to.

You want to play femme fatale…let’s see how you react to this.

“You’ve felt my finger, but just wait until you feel a plug stretching you impossibly wide.” I heard her breath suck in sharply. “Yes, Krystina. You know what I’m talking about. Close your eyes. Picture it. Now imagine the plug, with me standing over you, finally giving you the flogging that you begged for. But even then, I won’t let you come until you’ve earned it.”

Her breathing became heavier, the sound a turn on that left my head spinning. I leaned back against the wall of the hotel room and stared at the ceiling. If only I could reach through the phone and touch her. I wanted nothing more than to leave the mind-numbing conference, go home, and plunge into Krystina’s satin heat.

“When will I have earned it?” she prodded me further.

I suppressed another groan.

Oh, angel…keep pushing me and I’ll be on a plane within the hour.

“That depends on how quickly you begin your penance.” I continued the game, but decided to add a twist.

“Penance?”

“Go to the full length mirror in your bedroom. Stand in front of it,” I told her. “Are you still just wearing panties and a tank top?”

“Yes, why?”

“Don’t question. Just let me know when you’re in front of the mirror.”

“I’m here,” she said after a few seconds.

“Good girl. Now look at yourself. See what I see when I look at you. Follow the long lines of your legs, to the curve of your hips. Notice the swell of your perfect tits…I imagine that your nipples are poking through your tank top. Am I right?”

“Y-yes. They are.”

Her stutter sounded hoarse.

“That’s because you’re incredibly turned on. Now I want you to feel what I would feel. Touch yourself, Krystina.”

“Alex…” she hesitated.

“Earn it, angel. Slip your hand down the front of your panties. Feel how wet you are.”

“I – I can’t do that. I’d rather wait for you.”

I could hear the shyness in her voice, but I could also hear the longing. I only had to push her a little further.

“Not following my directions will only make your punishment worse. How much do you think you can take?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out when I see you next. Until then, goodnight, Alexander.”

At that, the line went dead.

Goodnight!

I banged my head back against the wall.

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