Page 231 of The First Time
My nipples tighten.
I'm stripping for a voice on the phone. No, for Blake. For a man with all the money and power in the world.
I like that he has the power to snap his fingers and destroy me.
I like that I'm out of my fucking mind.
I want to forget the rest of the world. I want to forget everything but his demands.
"Good." His voice gets heavier. "Play with your nipples."
I squeeze my eyes closed and imagine him here, touching me the way he touched me in the office.
Slowly, my thumbs brush my nipples. I draw circles. Soft ones. Then hard ones.
A groan falls off my lips. Then another. It's almost like he's touching me. But, fuck, I really wish it was him touching me.
His breath gets heavier.
Needier.
He's the one in control, but I'm doing something to him too. I'm driving him out of his mind too.
"Bring your hand to your thigh," he says. "But don't touch your cunt. Not yet."
I stroke the inside of my thigh. Closer and closer and closer. But not quite there.
My breath speeds. Desire courses through me. I need release. I'm desperate.
"Kat."
"Yes."
"I said not yet."
I move my hand back to my knee, tracing circles around it. I can't wait any longer. I need to come. I've never needed to come this badly.
"Back to your thighs," he says.
No. Now. I need release now.
It's torture dragging my hand to my thigh. Stroking my skin as softly as I can stand it.
But it's a beautiful torture.
"Now," Blake says. "Slowly."
My fingertips brush my clit.
It's intense. I'm wound up. Sensitive.
I do it a little harder.
A little longer.
Fuck.
That feels so good.
