Me: Assumptions, assumptions.
Dean: In all seriousness, I’m good with you wanting a night alone. I can take care of myself.
A small part of me is saying tell him, tell him, tell him that if you come over, there is no sex because you have no idea where the little thingy that’s not supposed to come out went. The other part says, but if we tell him, he’s going to think we could be pregnant and then goodbye easy times and hello dredging up the past.
Me: I just have to hammer down some things here and I might go and crash. I’ll definitely be up for some phone sex though.
Dean: Well then, I’ll practice my deep gruff voice and sharpen up my dirty talk.
Me: Your dirty talk is just fine.
Dean: Not when I can’t use my hands and mouth at the same time.
I laugh, my thumbs poised on the screen.
Me: Then it’s a date. Ten o’clock. You call me.
Dean: Have Rambo ready to go. ;) See you at ten.
I wait for more, but there’s nothing. Maybe Dean really has changed because years ago he would’ve protested any time apart.
Two hours later, Victoria walks into my office with a black box with a pink ribbon wrapped around it. “Another special delivery.” She places it on the corner of my desk.
I snatch the note off and it only reads:
For your eyes only.
“Thanks, Vic.” I sit back down at my desk and return to the email I was sending.
She clears her throat.
“Sorry, it’s private.” I glance over to her.
Her smile falters. “Oh, I see how it is. Let me guess that’s not going in the trash.” She smiles and then grabs the knob of the door. “I’ll shut this for your privacy.”
I circle in my chair and the smile won’t wipe off my face. “Thanks.”
She nods and playfully rolls her eyes before closing the door.
My chair almost crashes into the wall behind me from how fast I spring up to my feet. I untie the ribbon and tear off the matching pink tissue paper and then collapse back into my chair.
“Oh. My. God.”
My feet tap on the floor and I can barely hold in the scream I’m dying to let out. This man knows me better than I know myself.
I pick up the piece of paper labeled Instructions.
Use the bath salts to take a long and warm bath at nine o’clock.
Soak until the water runs luke warm.
Dry yourself with the towel.
Lotion your body up with my favorite smell on you.
Slip into the nightie.
Have the vibrator next to you in your bed.
Plug earbuds into your phone and answer my call at ten pm sharp or be prepared for a spanking.
My smile doesn’t tease my lips, it lights up my entire face as I inspect each item. The silk of the lingerie, the softness of the towel.
I don’t send him a thank you text because I’m sure he knows I got it and my thank you will be later tonight when his cum shoots out him like a rocket.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
At ten o’clock sharp my phone rings.
“Tell me you followed the directions?” He’s lowered his voice to a deep timbre and my limbs dissolve into my mattress.
“I have.”
“Good girl,” he says softly. “First of all, you can’t touch yourself until I tell you that you can.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“So compliant tonight.”
“Well—”
“Run your hand down your chest, through the valley between your tits and slide the nightie up, exposing yourself.”
My fingers graze the silk fabric and I pull up the edge of my nightie. The coolness of the ceiling fan makes my center come alive.
“Slide your finger along your pussy and tell me how wet you are.”
I do just that finding myself already soaked. Not that I’m surprised.
“I’m wet.”
“How wet? Wet enough I could slide right in?”
“Yes.” I let out a breath imagining how he’d be touching me if he was here right now.
“Good start, but I like you dripping.”
Me too, I want to scream. Bring it on.
“Put your finger in your mouth and tell me how you taste, but run that finger up the front of yourself, letting the nightie slide up another inch.”
I do as directed, my finger hovering over my erect nipples that beg for attention.
“Do not touch your tits,” he orders in his domineering voice.
How does he know?
“Just once?” I practically beg.
“Chelsea.” My name wraps around me like the softest of silk.
“Fine,” I groan.
“Lick your finger, slowly teasing yourself with only the tip at first.”
I twirl my tongue around the top of my finger, and it gets me thinking, I have no idea if he’s undressed. This whole taking a back seat thing is hard.
“I’m swirling my finger like I do the tip of your cock.”
His groan leaks out over the line.
“Why I’m busy tasting how sweet I am, why don’t you fist your hard, thick cock for me.”
A low chuckle falls out of him. “You just can’t let me take control, can you?”
“We do this together.”
Another chuckle, but he doesn’t fight it and the rustling of sheets says he’s doing as I asked.
“My hand is on my dick.”
I let my finger pop out of my mouth. “You slipped out.” Making another exaggerated slurping noise, I get more aroused from tasting myself.
“Leave your finger in and then cup your tit with your other hand, pinching your nipple.”
“Thank God.” I lower my free hand and put pressure on my breast like Dean does, using my forefinger and thumb to pinch my nipple.
“Harder,” he demands, and my fingers tighten. “How does that feel?”
“Not nearly as good as when you do it.”
He laughs, and I hear a bottle open on the other end.
“Lubing yourself?”
“Well, you’re not here to coat my dick.”
I close my eyes, imagining the liquid flowing over his tip and his strong hand wrapping around his big cock as he spreads it all around.
“Are you imagining that it’s me who’s made you so wet, Dean?”
“Is that finger out of your mouth?” he asks since I’m speaking freely.
I quickly put it back in and keep up with the exaggerated noises.
“Remember only I can tell you to touch yourself.”
I playfully roll my eyes. He can’t see me.
“Don’t roll those beautiful blue eyes.”
I let a low chuckle loose. “I didn’t.”
“You did and we’re getting off track.”
“Sorry master.”
“My dick just twitched.”
A low heat runs through my body, my blood set to simmer.
“Cup your pussy, diving your finger between your folds, into your wetness and tell me how good it feels.”
I do as he says, leaving one hand on my tit, the slippery silk becomes damp as the ceiling fan does nothing to cool me down anymore.