Page 12 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

"I understand. But I will finish my business meeting here first and return your call as quickly as possible." His voice doesn’t sound apologetic.

"No. You have disobeyed me. Therefore, you have garnered no favor from me. Now, tell me. You should still be seated at your desk, but do you still have your cock out?"

A little displeased grunt can be heard over the phone. This will give him a taste of what happens when he disobeys me.

Although he could hang up on me. Lucky for him, he does no such thing. "Please elaborate."

"Are you still hard?" I can’t keep the smile out of my voice.

"Please elaborate a little more."

Okay, so he is starting to soften. No worries, that is still something I can work with.

"I want you to take your free hand and wrap my soaked lace panties around the head of your hard dick. Say yes when it is done," I instruct .

It takes a few moments before he responds with, "I understand." For a second, I thought he really did drop the call.

But I can hear something that sounds vaguely like nervous pacing in the background. The other guy must feel agitated that I have interrupted his meeting. Actually, he interrupted mine.

"Now, I want you to realize that your head is enveloped by my scent and lust. I wore those panties only minutes before.

They were touching my body intimately. The lace that should be absorbing your precum rubbed against my aroused clit.

Tell me, do you feel the beads of precum drip onto my soaked panties? "

He inhales deeply, "I understand completely."

"Do you know how wet I was this morning when I woke up?

I dreamed of running my hands through your hair and bruising your lips against mine.

And during the hours before, I could feel myself getting wetter the more I thought about tasting every inch of your body.

Would you like to hear what my lips wanted to do to you? "

The sound is muffled in the background, but I can clearly hear Griffin's strained voice when he almost roars at his partner.

He must have tried, quite unsuccessfully, to put his hand over the phone's speaker.

"Mike, for fuck's sake. Get out of here!

I will call for you when I am done." And then, more as an afterthought, "Tell Jason to let no one in.

" He returns to the phone a moment later, and I hear a door slam in the distance.

"You will be the death of me, woman. Please continue," he says.

"Same rules. Would you like to hear what my lips wanted to do to you?" I add nonchalantly.

"Fuck yes." His voice is gruff with lust.

It only takes him a few seconds to realize why his exclamation is met with silence.

"I understand."

"I would start by pushing your chair back so I could stand between you and the desk. That way, you can see my whole body and how it responds to your touch,” I say in a breathy voice.

I hear the chair move, and I can only assume he subconsciously imagines I am there.

"I understand." His voice is barely a whisper as he encourages me to continue. He must be scared to break the spell I have cast over him. I wonder if his eyes are closed.

"Then, I will bend over to give you a full view of my heaving breasts as I attempt to regain control of the lust that courses through me. A lust that threatens me to abandon all common sense. A lust that is all for you."

I can hear him stroking himself, and his shallow breathing indicates I have him exactly where I want him.

"My eyes drink in your beautiful, strong jawline.

It shows you are a formidable force; your dark eyes are dangerous.

My hands move up your neck, and my fingers tangle in your soft, amber hair.

I urge your head back to expose your neck to my demanding nibbles.

My mouth craves to devour and possess you entirely, body and soul.

Every piece of your darkness and more, I want from you.

I will claim all of you. No matter how long it takes. " I am stunned by my sincere tone.

I wait for him to say yes, but I hear nothing. Maybe I have taken it too far. We are still relatively new to this arrangement, and he does have that little problem.

"After you realize how much I need to worship your body, I will open my legs and step across your lap.

My short skirt will ride up, and I take your hand to place it on the piece of ass that is laid bare for your pleasure.

My body convulses to your touch. I need your submission so much.

Your fingertips will burn me as I move your other hand to my aching heat.

My hands will be on your strong chest with my nails digging into you slightly with unbearable need. "

I hear a deep groan followed by, "I understand." Good, so he is still in this scene.

"The smell of my arousal engulfs you. It fills the air and becomes so tangible that you can almost taste it. My warm breath becomes ragged as my pebbled nipples catch fire. I offer my lips as reward. I turn savage as I bite your bottom lip and clench my pussy around your soaked fingers."

Whimpering moans are filtering through the line, and I know he must be getting close by now. His own breathing is ragged and shallow. "I understand."

Time for the kill shot. "My hands trail down your hard chest towards your cock, and I release it by simply pulling down your zipper, ever...so...slowly." His breathing hitches now, and it must take extreme concentration for him to keep control.

I would have expected him to abandon the words by now, but once again, I hear, "I understand."

"I take out the cock that haunts my dreams. I feel your strength and power, and feel you lay it down at my feet if only I would touch your body with more adoration.

My fingertips softly explore your delicious girth as I line you up with my pussy.

You feel my lace underwear's roughness, and the sensation overwhelms your self-control.

Do you feel my need soak through my panties and cover your shaft as I slowly start grinding back and forth on you? "

"Hmm."

"I feel naughty and slip one of my nipples out of my shirt and offer it to you as if it were ambrosia to a god.

When your lips cover my sensitive tip, I moan with pleasure.

Your tongue feels so good when you lick circles around it.

I wind my hand into your hair again and force you to take more of my breast into your mouth.

I lean back to let my other hand find and crush your balls.

You are so close that one squeeze can send you spiraling.

Do you feel it, Griffin? Do you feel the lace of my panties thrusting you to the edge of oblivion and pleasure? "

"Yes, fuck me. Yes, I feel it." His voice is filled with raw unrestraint. His arm is moving faster now, and the noise is becoming louder over the speaker of the phone.

"Now listen carefully, Griffin. I want you to remove my panties while you keep stroking your delicious cock. I want you to smell my arousal again, and when you come, I want you to catch every last delicious drop in my panties. If you spill even one drop, there will be severe punishment."

The grunts from his mouth illustrate the wildness surrounding his actions.

He comes long and hard, just the way I like it.

It was an intense orgasm. When the noises become more controlled on the other side of the phone, I venture to guess that he should feel great, but I still need to ensure he is comfortable with the boundaries we have now pushed.

He doesn't seem like the type of guy who gets his rocks off at work.

"How are you feeling, Griffin? Any questions for me? Any emotion you care to share? If you feel too overwhelmed now, we could also talk later."

His voice is hoarse when he says, "I would prefer that." And then, as an afterthought again, "Please."

A feeling of exhilaration courses through my whole body when I hear that word come out of his mouth. Mission accomplished.

"No problem, as long as you understand that we will discuss your feelings concerning our actions.

It is part of your aftercare and is needed.

Now, some final arrangements. Number one, I need a photo of my panties soaked in your cum.

And secondly, you will put my panties in your pocket and carry them wherever you go today.

And any time you become aware of the fact that you are carrying cum soaked panties with you, I want you to realize that that was only possible because you allowed it to happen to us.

It had nothing to do with your body or dick size because I never touched you.

This happened because of your strength to surrender to me and your courage when you trusted me. "

"Anything else?" He needs some time now, and I give it to him gladly. This can be pretty emotional for some people.

"See you at seven sharp."