Page 49 of I’m Fine Save Me (The Spiral Duet #1)

This dynamic that I have with her makes me wish we were meeting this weekend and not a few months from now.

I’ve already made arrangements for Hannah to stay with my mom since Cooper will be on call for the two days I’m gone.

We’ve talked about meeting up prior, but she lives about five hours away.

My resources are limited when it comes to child care and my husband’s state of mind.

Luckily, I never have to worry about Lorene taking offense to me not having countless days to spend away from home.

“Much better. You look fantastic, by the way. I’m sure you’ll inspire dirty talk from the most awkward wallflower even if this one is a dud.” With her winning smile, she comes back to the phone to blow me a kiss and end the call.

I hear a little giggle down the hall. Cooper comes into our room with Hannah riding piggyback with a smile that makes my heart swell.

“Bye, Mama!” she says and I stand up to give them both a kiss.

“You two have fun. Make sure Deddy behaves.”

Hannah nods and hugs her father’s neck a little tighter when he gives me another kiss. “I’ll put her to bed as soon as we get back.”

“I remember.” I flush all over again and it makes him grin. He might not always be able to read my moods, but can certainly tell when he’s turning me on.

I don’t know if Cooper texts Morgan to tell him they’re leaving; but as soon as I hear the car leave the driveway, my phone rings with a FaceTime call.

Accepting the call, I smile when Morgan’s handsome face fills my screen.

“Hey, baby girl. Get naked,” he orders in a husky tone.

I lift a brow and set my phone down on the nightstand.

I very rarely get naked on camera for Morgan.

What he’s seen of me is mostly pictures where I’ve gotten the right angle.

I still don’t like seeing myself, so I turn the self view off and let my desire take the wheel.

Cooper has already gotten me worked up, and Morgan’s demands keep me aroused.

“Get your toy and turn on the app.” I love the command in his tone and the desire that I can hear in his voice.

The Lovense toy that he and Cooper bought for me months ago has been amazing. It’s a way for me to feel more connected to Morgan because he can control it. Since he’s still not physically with me, Cooper is on board with it.

Once I’ve obediently stripped down and gotten the toy set up, it vibrates in my hand letting me know he’s linked up. He must hear the buzz because he grins at me.

“Good girl.” He nods towards the bed behind me. “Get comfortable and make sure I can see when you push that toy inside of you.”

Heat floods my body at the command, both in desire and a touch of insecurity. I can only imagine what I look like from the angle he needs. I’ve lost a good amount of weight. I know he can see that I haven’t toned up as quickly as I hoped I would.

“Stay with me, baby girl. You’re a fucking masterpiece. Now get comfortable and spread those mile long legs apart so Daddy can see that pretty pussy.”

Fuck .

He knows how to override my insecurities with need. I do just as he tells me after arranging some pillows so I can lay sideways on the bed. My feet brace against the edge of the mattress as my legs fall open, and allow him to see my dripping slit spread slightly open for him.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck, you’re already so wet… what the fuck did Cooper say to you, hm? Or is this all for me?”

I bite my bottom lip as I tease myself with the head of the toy.

It’s curved with a bulbous head that will rotate inside me if he ever turns it on.

There’s also a clit stimulator that sits just right when it’s fully seated inside of me…

but I’m not ready for him to turn it on yet, and I know he won’t until it’s fully in place.

I feel the silicone slide along my heated slit, and it moves so easily through my arousal. “He said… to stay the way you leave me…”

“Oh did he?” Morgan lets out a deep, husky chuckle. It’s never been like this with anyone else. No one ever fully involved my husband in our play. He loves it though. He loves that he and Cooper can both get me all worked up no matter which of them is reaping the benefits.

It’s even better when both of them do.

“I’ll make sure you’re a complete, compliant little mess for him then. A pretty, used up little slut desperate for her holes to be filled with a real dick…”

I shiver at his taunting and start working the toy into my pussy.

“Mmm, there you go. Fill up that needy little cunt with Daddy’s cock. Do you need to be fucked, baby girl?” I nod. “Can’t hear you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir, what?”

“Yes, sir. I need to be fucked. I need your cock.” I whimper, already so heated.

One thing about me is that I’ve always been aroused by words.

Reading them, writing them, hearing them…

Where Cooper has never been comfortable with dirty talk, Morgan meets that need in spades.

It adds so much to our little arrangement and somehow keeps the fire in my marriage burning brighter than it has in years.

“Then stop teasing yourself and shove it as deep as it will go.”

He growls the order and I look down at the phone to see him shifting at his desk— his desk?

I pause in my movements and sit up slightly. “Are you in your office?”

He grins and lifts a brow at me, silently commanding me to continue what I was doing.

“Not all of us can get weekdays off. I only have a little bit of time before I have to unlock my door. Even so, you’re not stopping until I’ve gotten at least half a dozen orgasms out of you. So you should probably get back to it.”

Swallowing my surprise and the aroused thrill that courses through my body, I slowly lower myself back against the pillows. He nods his approval and waits. Not a word is spoken, but I know his previous command still stands.

Taking a breath, I push the toy inside my aching pussy and groan out in pleasure.

“Ohhh, fuck…” It’s only slightly thicker than Cooper, and the curve presses the head of the toy right against my g-spot.

There’s no mistaking that Morgan likes what he sees when my hips lift slightly, as if I’m bucking into a body on top of me.

His deep groan vibrates through the phone.

“FUCK!” I cry out when the little piece settled against my clit begins to buzz at its highest setting all of the sudden. My entire body jolts and I moan incoherently for the eternity's worth of seconds he leaves it at that setting. A few more seconds pass and then there’s nothing.

I’m lying there panting from the shock of the sudden loss of stimulation. My pussy clenches tightly around the toy, as if he could possibly pull it out of me and my body absolutely refuses to let that happen.

“Such a good girl for me. Move for me, baby girl. Let Daddy see just how much you love having his cock buried deep inside you.”

His words pull another moan from me as I grip the base of the toy to start working it in and out of my soaked cunt. Shallow thrusts keep the toy right against my g-spot with my movements.

He waits, and waits… and waits .

Neither part starts to vibrate again as he watches me work the toy in and out. My arousal is evident in the wet noises from each thrust. The silence is finally too much for me and I whimper pitifully. “Daddy, please.”

The smile in his voice couldn’t be missed even if we were yelling at a fucking rock concert. “Please what, slut?”

I shiver and whimper a little more, just wanting him to give me what he knows I need. “Please fuck me. Please play with me. Don’t tease me, daddy, please.”

“Mmmm, I love hearing you beg for my cock.” He croons and then the toy starts to rotate inside of me, the head of it grinding against that delectable spot. I groan out in gratification, and hear his satisfied chuckle just before the lowest vibration starts on my clit.

Every one of my moans is met with an approving sound from him.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re being a needy little whore. You know that?”

I cry out a soft agreement and he turns up the frequency on both ends. “Fuuuuck. Oh fuck, Daddy… I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” he chides.

I whimper in protest and move to pull the toy back so it’s not so torturous.

Morgan loves to deny me until he knows I’m about to break.

Sometimes he lets me break without getting permission just so he can punish me; but they are punishments that don’t break my heart or make me an anxious mess.

No, his version of punishment is too much of a good thing instead of depriving me of his presence.

I beg and whimper and moan, bucking my hips and trying like hell to hold my release at bay.

“Not yet…” he croons again, my body shaking with the effort not to fall apart.

“Daddy, please! Please let me come all over your cock. Please, please! I’ll be your good… little whore… please just let me come!” I beg desperately through gritted teeth and my voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

“Come.”

It’s one word in his deep, velvety, domineering voice; but it’s all I need to let the dam break over me. I’m screaming his name. My toes curl against the edge of the mattress, and my back lifts off the bed with my hips grinding upward into the dual vibrations of my favorite toy.

Just when I think my orgasm is going to ebb, he turns up the intensity of both dials and I lose myself to another wave of intense pleasure. I can feel my release dripping onto my hand from around the toy, but I can’t stop grinding onto it like it’s actually his cock.

My pussy greedily clenches around the fake cock like it can make it come inside me. Clearly he can see it because I hear him hum in approval and feel the vibrations slowly ease down to the lowest setting, never going completely off.