“Cav…”
“What, cupcake?”
“I…”
“This is your first lesson,” I told her when she didn’t continue. “As a submissive. I might not be there with you right now, but I can make you feel good. You just have to do exactly as I tell you. Understood?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Spread your legs wide, press the vibrator to your clit.”
She moaned softly and I could hear the soft hum of the vibrator. “Do it, cupcake.”
The hum became muted and I knew she was following my instructions.
“Good girl,” I praised. “I want you to bring yourself to orgasm while I listen. Don’t talk, just pleasure yourself. Think about me while you do. Imagine I’m the one between your legs. My mouth. My tongue.”
My hand snaked into my shorts as I fisted my cock, listening as she teased herself. Her soft moans spurred me on.
“Think about what it’ll be like when it’s my mouth on your pussy, my tongue flicking your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.”
Her soft cry sounded loud in my ear, making my cock jerk in my hand.
“I want you to say my name when you come,” I instructed. “Don’t hold back on me, cupcake. I want to hear you.”
Her whimpers intensified and I could hear her shifting, imagine her long, lean body squirming on the bed as she brought herself closer to orgasm.
“Cav…” Her breaths came in sharp, heavy pants. “Cav … oh, God. I’m coming!”
A strangled cry sounded through the phone and I gripped my dick firmly, my release surprising me with its intensity. I breathed through it, my mind clouded with lust and thoughts of this sexy woman riding out a climax while I listened.
We remained silent on the phone for long minutes. I wasn’t in a rush to get off the phone, but I knew she would have to be up early tomorrow.
“Get some sleep, cupcake,” I said when I could breathe again. “Dream about me.”
“Good night, Cav. Dream about me, too.”
The call disconnected and I stared up at the ceiling.
I got the feeling I’d be dreaming about her for a long time to come.
SEVEN
EDGE
Friday, October 26, 2018
IT WAS MY OWN FAULT. I KNEW it the instant I turned down the hallway.
I had mistakenly believed that Zeke was not in the office, and that was the only reason I was heading to my own. I had avoided the place all week, working remotely or at the club, but I had a few things I had to get done today, namely a quick meeting with Justin. Hence the reason I’d come in.
I honestly thought I was in the clear, right up until I heard:
“Edge!”
Busted! That’s what you get.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered to that stupid voice.
Although I would’ve preferred to run the other way, pretend Zeke wasn’t staring at me while calling my name, I knew I couldn’t. So, I turned my feet in the opposite direction and headed toward him.
“Come in,” Zeke insisted. “Let’s chat.”
The way he said it told me he would be doing most of the talking.
I peered over at him briefly, then cast a quick look down the hall. Of course I didn’t have a meeting right this minute. But I could probably lie, come up with something, except Zeke would know I was avoiding him, and I’d look like a pussy.
Can’t have that … pussy.
With an internal sigh, I glanced back at Zeke and figured what the hell. I might as well suck it up and get it over with. After all, I couldn’t move forward until I did. My stupid conscience wouldn’t let me.
Zeke moved into his office and I followed close behind him.
“Sit.”
The barked order had me smiling. “I’m not one of your submissives, Zeke.”
“Nope. You’re not. However, you are the Dom who introduced my sister to kink.”
Ah, hell. Honestly, I had hoped he was going to talk to me about Cav’s interview that had taken place earlier in the week. Perhaps thank me for making the recommendation, because I’d already heard that Cav was offered and accepted.
Yeah, right. The big, bad Sadist wants to thank you.
A familiar chuckle sounded in my head and I knew my conscience was laughing at me. I was starting to think I might need professional help.
Don’t bottle it all up. Maybe I’ll go away then.
Doubtful.
Without grace or finesse of any kind, I dropped down into the chair across from Zeke’s desk. “Is this where you give me shit about it? Keep in mind, that was your idea.”
“Technically, it was Ransom’s.”
“But you went along with it.”
Zeke stared at me, an intimidation tactic he had long ago perfected. I’d learned a long time ago to shrug it off. The man didn’t scare me. Not the way most people assumed. However, he was my friend and the last thing I wanted to do was cross any lines with him.
A few lines had been crossed already. Although I hadn’t gone out with Jamie yet, Cav had. Twice. The fucker had texted me last night—after the fact—to let me know he was tired of waiting around for me. Based on the outline of his text, there would definitely be another in their future.
