Bound by Tinsel (4 page)
“Oh yes.” Serendipity’s hand slipped down to her pussy, pushing through the wet folds. She moaned as she found her clit, teasing it gently.
“Did I give you permission for that?”
“No, I—” There was sharp sound of leather hitting wood and she jumped. “Oh my lord, what—”
“Someone needs a spanking.
A nice hard one to remind her who’s in charge.”
“Have you ever been spanked, Serendipity?”
“No.” She was sitting back up now, her heart racing. This was a definite twist to the action, one that she
hadn’t
expected.
Bondage was one thing
,
spanking was another
. Mr. X had not identified himself as a Dom, but it was obvious to her that, while he may not be a
lifestyler
, he definitely leaned in that direction.
She wanted to tell him there were
ladies
who specialized in what he wanted,
submissives
who worked for the company and knew all the right things to say and do to make a Dom happy. She
wasn’t
one of them.
“Mr. X, I…I’m not submissive.”
“I don’t want you to be. A little bondage and a little spanking,
it’s
all good. I
don’t
want you to call me Master, or pledge your total obedience to me.
I’d
just like a little rough play tonight, kick it up a notch or two from last night. If you’d like to stop, though…”
He’d
let the question trail off and Serendipity considered her choices. This
was being done
over the phone, and he had no clue where she lived. For all he knew she could be in
“No, I don’t want to stop.”
“Good.” The leather cracked again. “Back in position, and don’t forget your hands are tied and there’s a spreader bar between your legs.”
How could I ever forget that?
Serendipity had learned long ago that playing along with the demands, or suggestions, of her phone sex partners helped her get into the mood, and it gave them greater pleasure.
She knelt into position, spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back, her face resting against the soft covers.
“Now, the belt was just to get your attention. Do I have it?”
“Yes, Mr. X, you have it.”
One hundred percent of it.
You had it before then, but you really have it now.
“Good. Is your pussy wet?”
“Soaking.”
“Excellent.” The silence stretched out and she imagined him walking around the bed, examining her. “You never did tell me what you do for a living.”
“I’m a phone sex artist.” She moaned softly. “Right now I’m a frustrated one.
Don’t
you want me to talk about sucking your cock, or feeling your prick buried deep inside me? May I use my vibrator?”
That should get him hot and off the subject of her personal life.
There was another pause. “Are you a lawyer, or a doctor?
Maybe a store clerk?”
“We’re not allowed to give out personal information.” She wiggled her ass, imagining he could see her. “Want to fuck me? My pussy is hot for you, but if you’d like an alternative means of entry, all you need to do is ask.”
“A writer maybe?
Or are you independently wealthy and just looking for some excitement in your life?”
Damn it! Why
wasn’t
he talking about sex?
He’d
talked about it all last night, wearing her out. Her clit had throbbed this morning from
being used
so much the previous evening. It was a delicious ache, one that
she’d
like to repeat tomorrow morning.
“Mr. X, please. I need you to talk to me.”
“I am talking to you, but you’re not answering. I may have to treat you as a hostile witness.”
Serendipity’s shoulders stiffened and then she fought back a laugh. He was a lawyer. What would he say if he found out what she did as a day job?
Don’t
let him know you’re in the legal field.
She repeated the mantra to herself over and over before clearing her throat and saying, “Does that mean the belt’s coming back out?”
“Maybe.”
He gave a satisfied moan and Serendipity felt it deep inside her. “I can imagine your skin is very soft.
I’m
stroking your backside right now, imagining it just a little red from being spanked. Why won’t you answer my question?”
“I’m not allowed to. I could lose my job.”
“Fair enough.”
There was a hissing sound, as if he were sucking in air through clenched teeth. “Look at how swollen that pussy is
,
all ready to be fucked. If you can’t answer my first question, I’ll withdraw it and ask this one instead: What state do you live in?”
Before she could reply, he said, “Wait, don’t answer. I can tell you. You live in
“How did you
kn
…” She cleared her throat. “We’re unable to…”
“Yes, I know. But I live in
I’m
partial to it.
Damn it! It was an honest mistake for the operator to make, but one that gave out clues to people who listened.
Like lawyers.
There was no sense denying it, since he
wasn’t
going to drop the subject. But she needed to take control.
Soon.
“Yes, I live in
“Excellent, again.
Are you still in position?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Then let’s begin.”
Begin?
Let’s
move straight to the orgasm! “What would you like me to do?”
“I want to hear your soft, sweet voice talk about sucking my dick. And don’t stop until you’ve heard me come.”
It was about damn time! “Look at that wonderful dick. Oh, is it nice and hard just for me?”
“Yeah, baby, it’s just for you. I know it’s impolite, but stuff your mouth and talk while you eat.”
She put her two fingers into her mouth, sucking and talking around them, telling him how good his cock felt, how she loved feeling him swell and pulse as she ran her tongue around him, sliding from tip to balls and back up, bathing him completely before taking him back in her mouth, sucking him as deeply as she could.
Because she knew
guys
like it, and it stroked their ego, she made gagging noises from time to time, as if he were too big for her mouth, as if his cock had hit the back of her throat.
“Oh yeah, Serendipity, baby, suck me.
Fuck
you have a great voice.
It’s
like I can feel the warmth of your mouth. Play with your clit, but
don’t
come until I give you permission, and no vibrators tonight.
Just your fingers.”
A moan of disappointment escaped her mouth before she could stop it.
She’d
been looking forward to feeling the vibrator, but she would follow his instructions simply because he made her hotter than any of her customers ever had.
She was glad that he ignored her whine as she continued to suck and lick him, describing every inch and perceived vein that she ran across. When she heard his breathing pick up and his whispered, “Fuck yeah, more, more,” she knew he was close.
“Come inside
me,
let me taste all of it, warm and wet and delicious. Oh Mr. X, you have the most fantastic cock. Fill
me,
let me drink all of it.”
“Fuck yeah! Come, baby…with…
ahhhhh
.”
Serendipity pinched her clit, her orgasm exploding, pushed higher by Mr. X’s sounds of pure ecstasy. Her body pulsed and her pussy begged to
be filled
, but she obeyed his orders and left her vibrator in the off position.
“Oh baby, that was fucking incredible. I thought my balls were going to explode”
A feeling of pure satisfaction, unlike any sexual gratification
she’d
ever felt, raced through her. This man was addicting, and it could turn out to be a bad thing if she
wasn’t
careful. But then again, what was the harm? A cyber relationship could prove to be more fun than
she’d
ever had with real men, if the last two nights were any indication.
She mentally head slapped herself. Mr. X was a real man. She may not know what he looked like, but she knew he was a lawyer, and that he lived in
wouldn’t
settle for a cyber sex buddy for long. He would either (a) grow tired of her, or (b) want to push things to another level.
From the way he was asking about her private life and trying to find out where she lived she voted for option b. What would she tell him if he did that?
“I’m sorry but I just can’t?”
Her mind might say it, but her body never would; not after the way
he’d
made her hum two nights in a row.
“Are you still with me?”
“Yes, Mr. X, I’m still here.”
“Your bonds are off now. Lie on your back, legs spread.”
The man was insatiable.
He’d
just had an orgasm and he was ready to play some more. He was going to wear her out.
“Now, you don’t have to tell me your name, or what city you live in, but I want to know something about you, Serendipity, something that will make you real.”
She laughed softly as she settled herself on the bed. “I hate lima beans.”
“So do
I
.” She heard him settle himself on the bed, then sigh. “And I can’t stand peas.”
“But I love
brussel
sprouts,” she said, knowing that would probably set him off. Most people gave her a horrified look when she said that.
“Excuse me?” She imagined him sitting up in his bed and staring at the phone in utter shock. “I just got a blowjob from a woman who likes
brussel
sprouts?”
She laughed at his disbelief. “Yes, you did.
Yummy!”
“Are you hiding any other horrible secrets, like you’re really a man?”
“Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Fallon said. Serendipity was gone now, faded into the background.
“Thank God,” Mr. X replied. “For a minute there I was really worried it was going to be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.”
They both dissolved into laughter and Fallon hugged herself. He could ask her just about anything and
she’d
tell him, breaking every rule she’d agreed to when she’d taken this job. But frankly, she
didn’t
care. They had another hour and a half, and right now
she’d
answered impart her innermost secrets to this man.
Chapter Six
Last night
she’d
done something she’d never done before, and she knew she shouldn’t have, but discovering that Mr. X was really Burke Gordon had set her world spinning.
What were the odds that the client that had touched her so perfectly would turn out to be one of the most successful attorneys in
A million to one, maybe?
The only time anything good ever happened to her, and nothing would ever come of it.
She’d
done something she shouldn’t do last night, she’d hacked into her own files at the company and discovered his real name. After the initial shock had worn off,
she’d
spent another two hours surfing the web. He
was featured
prominently in many different cases in town, and there were a few photos of him at charity events, always with a beautiful woman on his arm.
The pictures showed a fit man in his early thirties, with short dark hair and a smile that made her toes curl. From the looks of his dates, he did the same thing to them. True they
weren’t
stick figures, but they weren’t size sixteen court reporters either. She had two more sessions with him
;
one tonight, and then the Christmas party where she would perform phone sex with his friend. She
wasn’t
looking forward to that.