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“Ooh, Mister M. I likethat.” He looked like he was blushing. “Tell you what. Let’s getyou into a position where I have a great view of your hand in thosepanties, and I’ll tell you a naughty story.”
It took a few tries andsome sheepish laughter, but with the help of the pillows, I got thephone set up right between my legs while I leaned against myheadboard.
“Perfect. I can seeeverything,” he confirmed. “Your pretty face. Your gorgeousbody.”
“Everything but the mainevent?” I asked, rubbing my fingers over the cotton crotch of mypanties.
“That’s the point. It’s atease. For both of us.” He switched the phone to his other hand andput his arm behind his head, getting comfortable.
“Settling in for a longone?” I teased him, hoping that’s exactly what he wasdoing.
“I said I was going to tellyou a story,” he reminded me. “So let me tell you one. And let’smake it interactive.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Let’s say this is our firstsession. To get your feet wet.”
“Not just my feet, Ihope.”
He laughed. “Not just your feet. I wantyou to get to know me as a dom, at least a little bit. You mightnot like my expectations. And that’s fine. I am still happy to fuckyou and watch you get fucked by other people, even if it’s notbecause I’ve ordered you to fuck them.”
The thought sent chills oflonging over my skin, and I realized that right now, we’d reachedsomething important. A precipice and a great fall that I might notreturn from. When my curiosity was satiated, would my sexual selfstill belong to me? Or, would I gladly surrender myself to Matt’ssexual whims and never look back?
There was only one way tofind out, and it started with, “Once upon a time.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
(Matthew)
There were so many things Iwanted to do to the woman shamelessly displaying herself for me. Somany scenarios I could concoct in my mind. Her proclivity forexhibitionism unlocked a Pandora’s box of possibilities, each moredeviant then the last. I could see her tied to the roulette tablein the game room, legs shackled open to take on whichever luckygambler’s number came up. Or bent obediently over the bar in thenight club, ready to serve my guests. To serve me, on her knees,sucking my cock for all to see.
“Tell me a story, Mr. M,”she pleaded, rubbing herself over the panties. “Youpromised.”
“It’s not your place to tellme what to do,” I scolded her. “Get your hand away from yourcunt.”
I let my imagination run wild for amoment longer and began, “Once upon a time, there was aparticularly bratty princess—”
“Hey!” she objected, handsobediently at her side.
“See?” I went on. “Shealways had a smart mouthed retort for everything the dragonsaid—”
“You’re thedragon?”
“Andthat’s why hegaggedthe princess before he played with her.” And Iwould have to; it was difficult to stay in character when I foundher so god damn charming. “You have to be my hands. Cup yourbreasts.”
She did but brushed her thumb over onenipple.
“I didn’t tell you to dothat,” I said sternly. “Though the princess knew the dragon wouldnever hurt her, she still feared him, for he could give hersomething the knights who ventured to the dragon’s tower could not.Stroke your fingers down the sides of your breasts.”
This time, Charlotte did exactly as shewas told, and only what she was told.
“Very good, princess,” Isaid, before continuing with my improvised story. “The knights whocame to the tower brought her tributes of roses and sweet promises.When they spread her thighs, they gave her pleasure. But nothinglike the hours of mindless bliss her dragon could inflict upon her.He made her body burn with desire hotter than his own flame andrewarded her for her imprisonment and obedience with nights ofecstasy that kept her so enthralled, no dashing prince could rescueher. For she would not leave the dragon.”
I broke from the story to ask, “Do youhave any lube?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes, mydragon.”
And fuck me, did I love the sound ofthat.