“What are you doing to me?” she asks.
“Licking you, Nadia.”
“Oh,” she moans. “It feels so good.”
“I’m licking your pussy,” I say. “Lapping my tongue against it in long sweeps. Sucking in your clit until your hands grab my head and you try to push me off.”
“You’d never let me push you off, would you?”
“Never,” I mumble. “But I’d like you to try.”
“You want me to fight back a little, Elias? Writhe in place. Wriggle my body, desperate to stop the sensations—Oh,” she moans. “Oh, I’m getting close, Elias. Please put your cock inside me. Please, I’m begging you. I’m pulling your hair. I want your mouth on mine. I want to taste the sweetness of my own pussy. I want to feel you enter me—Oh,” she moans again, this time louder.
I’m so fucking turned on I feel a climax building. “I’d lift your knees up to your neck,” I tell her. “I’d open you up so wide.”
“I’d hold my legs open for you, Elias. Like an invitation.”
Jesus fuck. I might have to get up and go over to her apartment right now, that’s how bad I want this to be real.
“Where should I come?” I ask her. “Do you want me to spill it inside your pussy or your mouth?”
“Pussy,” she says. “So I can come all over your cock at the same time.”
I squeeze my cock as I pump it harder. My breathing is loud now. I’m almost breathless as I picture this scene in my head. A few seconds later I groan. “Ahhhhhh,” I say. “Yeahhhh,” I grunt, just as hot semen spills out of me.
“I’m coming, Elias,” she pants. She’s loud now too. “I’m coming all over you. Can you feel me squeezing your cock? Can you—Ahhhh,” she says. “Ohhhhhh, yesssssss,” she whines.
After that there is nothing but heavy breathing from both of us. Seconds go by, maybe a whole minute before she moans again.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes still closed. Suddenly tired.
“Turning over, Elias. Molding my back into your chest. You’re putting your arms around me. Pulling me close. Biting my shoulder and kissing my neck. We’re falling asleep. Completely satisfied.”
I might fall asleep this very moment.
Our breathing slows. Hers matching mine.
“That was fun,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I mumble. “I hope Jordan had the same good time.”
“He did. But just imagine how great it will be with all three of us together.”
“Yeah,” I moan. So fucking tired. Maybe drunk. But definitely satisfied.
“I can’t wait,” she says. “So I hope you’re not too unhappy with me.”
“Why would I be unhappy with you?” I ask, totally not understanding right now.
“I don’t know,” she says in a soft voice that makes her sound almost… vulnerable. “I got the impression you don’t like me.”
“I like you well enough, Nadia.”
“I want more, Elias. I want you to crave me.”
“Well, this is a good start.” I laugh. My eyes are still closed. I don’t mind the virtual pillow talk if that’s what she needs. I know how to do this, I remind myself. I know how to make them feel wanted and special. “I’ll set something up for tomorrow night, how’s that sound?”
“Oh, thank you,” she says. “I want it, Elias. I really do. I want both of you inside me at the same time. I won’t be able to work tomorrow. I might have to sneak away from class to get myself off in the bathroom.”
“No,” I say, ready for sleep. “Don’t cheat, Nadia.” My whole body is heavy and relaxed. “We want you begging for us the minute we start taking your clothes off.”
“OK,” she says, giving in easily. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Good,” I say. “Good then I’ll have Jordan call you with the details and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Good night, Elias. I hope I made you happy tonight.”
“You did,” I say. “Good night, Nadia.”
I reach over for the phone and tab the end button. Then I lie there, eyes closed, and start to drift. I picture the entire conversation in my head again. Try to remember all the dirty things she said. My cock, which was well on its way to flaccid, jumps back to attention with the memory. Jesus. That was some good phone sex. She really knows how to…
I open my eyes and sit up. Blink a few times to clear my blurry vision.
She really knows how to take control, is the rest of my thought.
Control.
That fucking bitch. She just dominated me, didn’t she?
Did I actually ask her where she wanted me to come?
I stand up and look down at my pants.
Fucking hell. Come all over my front. They might be ruined. My hand is sticky with it. My heart is still beating faster than it should. My cock is still semi-hard because I’m still fucking thinking about the experience she just gave me.
Goddamn it.
I look over at my phone and bring her picture back up on the screen.
She is sexy as fuck. But she’s a manipulative little cunt. I will make her pay for this little move. I will make her fucking pay.
“Nadia Wolfe,” I say, walking into my bedroom to get undressed. “You are not the dom in this relationship.”
I hope her little trick was worth it. Because tomorrow, I’m gonna show her what submission really looks like.
I have a scenario in my head immediately. One I haven’t had to use in a very long time. One that will have her writhing, and moaning, and screaming our names. One that will have her begging for more and begging us to stop at the same time.
One that will definitely show her who’s boss.
Chapter Eight - Nadia
I’m snickering with delight when I get the hang-up beeps from Elias. I stand up and stretch. My old t-shirt rides up my belly and my cut-off sweats fall a little down my hips.
I hike them up and then skip into my kitchen to make a cup of tea.
I should’ve been an actress. For real, I am so good at this shit.
But these stupid men, right? They are ruled by those cocks. And the bigger, the fatter, and the longer those cocks are—the more they use them to think.
I bust out laughing. It’s so loud, it echoes through the kitchen.
“Mr. Bricman,” I say to no one but myself. “You have officially met your match.” He’s going to be so much fun to fuck with, I almost feel giddy at the thought. Never in a million years did I think I’d wrap him up in one night.
God, he’s almost a disappointment. “I expected more from you, Bricman,” I say, filling my tea kettle with water and placing it on the stove burner.
Then I walk back out into the living room and flop onto the couch. I pull my knees up to my chest and look out the window. I think I like Denver. I think Denver is my new favorite place.
I haven’t felt this… happy in a very long time.
The entire night was perfect. I played this game like a goddamned gold medalist. I am the queen of fucking mind games.
“Queen, Bricman! Do you hear me?” I shout it at the walls. “I’m the fucking queen!”
He has no idea who he’s dealing with. He has no idea how manipulative I can be. How cunning, and unscrupulous, and scheming I can be.
But fuck him anyway. Fuck him for only seeing what’s on the outside. Fuck him for pegging me as a victim. Fuck him for underestimating me. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.
My phone rings on the coffee table. Vibrates too. I glance down at the number, my heart skipping a beat as I read the screen. For a moment, I hope I’m seeing it wrong. I hope it’s just an illusion. Some kind of hallucination.
But it’s not. It’s real.
The phone is about to vibrate off the table when I reach out and grab it. Tab accept. “Hello?” I say.
“Nadia?”
“Yes,” I say.
Silence.
“What?” I ask. “Why are you calling me?”
“Where are you?”
“None of your business.”