Page 74 of Heart Strings & Hotlines
She licks her lips as I approach, her breaths syncing with every slow stroke of my cock. “I thought you wanted me hard and fast against the shower wall?”
She’s a goddamn vixen, a siren, and after today, she’ll be all mine in every way.
“Lie back.” My voice is deeper and more impatient than I’ve ever heard it, but she follows my directive beautifully. “Show me how you get yourself off.” I drag the folding chair I was using for my makeshift office to the foot of her bed and sit, still lazily stroking my weeping dick.
“Thane,” she whines, but instead of annoying me, it makes me even harder. “Please,” she begs.
“Already begging, sweetheart? I told you it would happen.”
“Cocky son of a bitch.”
“Actually, my mother was a very pleasant woman.”
She lifts her head from the pillow to glare at me. “That’s not what I… Argh.” She crashes back to the mattress, and I chuckle. “You want to see how I get myself off? Fine. But don’t think for one minute that you’re going to participate until I’m finished.”
Holy shit. She’s managed to turn the tables on me, and I never saw it coming.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
LOTTIE
Ha.He’s not so smart now, is he?
Picking up my phone and the TV remote, I scroll the apps until I find what I’m searching for. After pressing the button to make the TV mirror my phone, I place both the remote and the phone on my nightstand. Then I open the bottom drawer as the screen behind Thane’s head comes to life.
“You watch porn to get off?”
Good. I’ve shocked him.
“Sure do. This is Cassio, porn made by and for women. There’s storytelling, and sex the way we want it.”
“And how do you want it, Charlotte?” His tone is even but so low it evokes danger.
“You’ll see.” The movie plays behind him as I pull my vibrator with clitoral stimulation out of the velvet case.
The man on the screen is wearing a suit and staring at the nanny as though he’s about to turn into the Incredible Hulk.
“You want me to take you? Dominate you? Ruin you?”The hero on the screen has a voice I could do without, but I always block him out and focus on his words, because yes, this is what I want. What I’ve always wanted but never trusted anyone enough to ask.
If Thane plans to make me beg, I’m going to make him give me exactly what I want. He stands abruptly, taking his chair with him and relocating to the side of my bed, angling himself so the TV and I are in view.
His gaze is a heated caress that pokes and prods all my pleasure points. It’s almost too much, so I close my eyes and trace my hands in the line he seared into my skin.
“If I fuck you now, dirty girl, you will be mine. Is that understood?”
I open my eyes, then click on the vibrator and run it through my folds.
The man on the screen stalks toward the nanny in the kitchen. I moan when the buzzing sensation hits my clit, and I struggle to keep my vision from blurring.
“Take off your clothes, then spread yourself out on the island like a goddamn buffet.”
Slipping the tip of the vibrator into my pussy, I use my left hand to roll one nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck me,” Thane groans. “You’re not even paying attention to the damn video.”
I give him a devious smile and exhale a shaky breath. My back arches when the clitoral stimulator presses against the bundle of nerves again.
“It’s—it’s the fantasy,” I groan. Holy hell, this is so hot.
