Page 6 of Reflex
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?I’m not the only one who gets off at the idea of it.Does it make you hard imagining it?”
He groaned.There was no holding it in.
“Spook, are you hard now?”
Was he hard?His traitorous cock was bloody nodding in agreement, and there was a reel playing in his head of her tied up and bent over, while he dished it out like a fucking pro.
He must have made another noise, because he heard her breath catch and then quicken.
“Spook, I know you like being in charge, but what if, just this once, you allowed me to dictate?”
“Dictate what?”
“The terms of your pleasure.Your surrender.”
He gave a dry huff-like laugh.
“I’m serious.Now, be a good boy, and do as you’re told.I want you to unzip your fly and stroke yourself.Imagine it’s my hand.”
What the hell sort of crazy train was this?“Alle.I’m not going to do that.”
“It’s not you doing it.It’s me.”
“What makes you think I’d let you touch me like that?”
“I don’t think it.I know it.You like what I do to you, even when you’re protesting you don’t.You wouldn’t move to stop me until after I’d wrapped my palm around your cock.Then, you’d clamp your hand around my wrist so hard that it’d hurt, and you’d get all up in my face about me putting my hands where they don’t belong.But you’d be jerking my curled grip up and down even as you said it, because really, you want it, and you want to come.I think you want to so badly right now your balls are practically on the verge of mutiny.I mean, tell me, when’s the last time you actually came?I’m kind of scared you’re going to say it was the last time we were face to face.”
“Yeah.”He agreed to the last point, not the rest.
“Shit, that’s mental.I need to come and take care of you.”
So many chances, so many opportunities to tell her he was free to make them meeting up a reality, but how could he when she had the power to affect him like this.It was way too risky.
“Unzip your fly, Spook.Give it a squeeze.Go on, one cheeky squeeze from me.”
No way.“I’m in a public place.”Like that was the deciding factor.
“A supremely quiet public place.Don’t pretend like there’s anyone around to see.You’re alone.Come on, touch yourself.Just this once.Allow yourself to feel something, to be just a little out of control.”
“I’m not going to do it, Alle.”One touch might not erode the control he had over himself, but who was to say one touch wouldn’t lead to two, and two to a stealthy jerk lying in bed later, images in his head—and then what?Wanking over photographs, constantly rubbing them off in the shower, sliding between her thighs without a care in the world.He could not allow himself to fall into that darkness, and drown.
Eight years—nearly nine—of celibacy had kept him safe… and kept him sane.
You wouldn’t deprive a girl of her fantasies now, would you?
“I think I ought to go now.”
“Spook.Don’t.I just miss you, okay.I want to see you.”
She wanted to fuck him.
“Is that going to be possible?”
He turned so that he was facing the building and screwed his eyes tight shut.
“I can’t give you what you want.I’m sorry, Alle.Truly.”
“Don’t hang up on me.Don’t you dare.”The panic in her voice rang clear.He was letting her down.He knew that, but what the hell was he supposed to do?
