Page 43 of Dash

Locating it on her dresser, she went to get it and brought it back to the bed.

The phone chimed and vibrated into a call. Not expecting it, she bobbled it with the lotion, sending both thudding to the floor. Narrowly missing her toes, she jumped back. “Shit!”

Picking up both, one in each hand, she answered the video call. With a wood paneled background, PRK’s face came into view. “Good morning.”

“Hey.” She climbed into bed, holding the phone above her head, so he got a downward view, attempting a flattering angle.

“Show me.”

“Huh?” She placed her pillows behind her back, and settled into the bed, putting the lotion beside her.

“I want to make sure you’re taking care of your skin. I take care of my toys. Clean my canes, my floggers, my paddles, my leathers.” He lifted his brows in an expression of expectation.

Her cheeks heated at the word ‘toys.’ The implication was clear. He’d just called her a toy, and she squeezed her sore thighs together. “I was just about to do it.”

“Mmmm hmmm.” He didn’t sound convinced.

“I was,” she insisted and pumped some lotion into her hand, showing the glop on her palm to him.

“Now spread it over your breasts.”

Heat blossomed in her cheeks at the tone he’d used. Similar to the one he’d used when he’d ordered her to lie on the ottoman, it left no room for debate. Her stomach fluttered, and the rest of her body tingled.

He didn’t have to use dirty words. He didn’t have to use innuendo or even be overtly sexual. PRK’s voice, and the way he used it, was enough to turn her on, and that alone was far more dangerous than any toy in his bag.

She didn’t lower the phone. They’d agreed that there would be no videos or pictures, nor was there an instruction for her to show him any part of her body. However, she did as she was told, and rubbed the lotion over her breasts.

“Make sure you cover the nipples. The clamps really bit into them,” he whispered, but his voice took on a lower, deeper tone. “First the left one.”

Her hands moved with his direction.

“Flat palm. Don’t pinch them, naughty girl, just use your flat palm,” he chastised.

Her breathing picked up as her hand slid effortlessly in the slick lotion over her breast, pressing into her now hard nipple. He’d put her to bed nude, and she was now very aware of it. One hand held the phone to her face, careful not to dip down to show her bare body.

“Now the right.”

When she switched, she let a moan slip, and he chuckled.

“Good girl.”

His gray eyes focused on her expression, and he seemed impossibly still. The intensity in his gaze had her trying harder to please him, to get more reaction from him. From the bit of him she could see, he was at the very least shirtless. In her mind, she imagined him naked, in his own bed.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked in a voice so breathless, she barely recognized it as her own.

“Do you want me to touch myself while you do this?”

“Yes.” The flutter of arousal started in her pussy, and exploded outward, going down to her toes and up through her head and fingers. Her entire body felt like an exposed nerve as the admission left her lips. She’d never wanted, let alone verbalized, wanting a man to jerk off to her before. The idea of PRK finding her that attractive, that he wanted to come because of her, made her hot.

“Dirty little whore.” It should have been a reprimand, but it didn’t sound like one. If anything, it sounded like praise, and she squeezed her breast, causing herself to moan again. “You’re going to have to be louder than that if you want me to jerk my cock to you. But first you have to take care of my toy. Don’t get distracted. You have to lotion your thighs. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered and put more lotion on her hand.

“Left thigh first,” he instructed. “Don’t rush it.”

PRK knew how to torture. If there was one thing Liz learned, it was that he had remarkable patience. Once she’d gotten thoroughly slick with lotion, he made his next request.

“Get two vibrators.” The husky tone made her toes curl and her stomach loop. Her head swam and truly, she couldn’t resist his request if she’d wanted to.

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