Page 47 of Risk
“Did I still ruin baths for you?”
“Yes,” I lie.
“That’s another two punishments. Wanna keep lying to me?”
“No.”
“That’s another two. Damn, Princess, you really must want me to put you over my knee and make that sweet ass bright fucking red.”
Now it’s my turn to play. I pitch my voice higher, like I often do as Daisy Ren. “Mmm hmm. I want your handprints all over my ass, X. Then I want you to shove your big, fat cock in my mouth and face fuck me until I choke on you.”
Silence spreads between us, then he growls, “Leah.”
I feel like a child who just got in trouble. “Yes, Mason?”
“Don’t fake it with me.”
“I didn’t.”
“You just did.”
Holy Hell, the sound of disappointment in his voice makes me feel emotions I refuse to acknowledge. “I’m just playing the part, X.”
“I don’t want you to play with me. I want you to be with me.”
What’s that even mean? “I’m on this call with you. What more to do you want?”
“You,” he sighs. “Fuck, woman, I want you. All of you.”
“And…” I lick my lips, leaning forward in the tub so I can hug my knees. “What would you do if you had all of me, Mason Finch?”
His ragged breaths punch out of him and my pussy clenches at hearing it. “I’d bend you over my desk and fuck you. Then I’d press you against the window and lick your cunt. I’d rim your ass and fuck that, too.”
“Is that all?” I tease. “Why stop there?”
“What more would you like?”
“A hand necklace would be nice.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
“I want you to tongue fuck me. I want you to rail me like you did the other night. Make my knees shake and head spin. Have me come so hard I soak your face again.”
“God damn that was—” his voice strains, “Leah.”
The vision of him coming turns into a full-blown cinematic experience in my mind. Ropes of white cum jetting out of his throbbing cock, his big hand squeezing around the base, his legs stretched out before him with his belt unbuckled and balls lifting tight against his body as his cock throbs while he orgasms.
“Jesus Christ, woman.” He sounds out of breath. “I just splattered cum all over the fucking window.”
“Mmm, if I was there, I’d lick it up.”
“Don’t say shit like that unless you mean it.”
“Oh, I don’t say things I don’t mean. I’d totally clean that window off for you.”
“I wish you were here.”
“I bet.” I wish I was there too. I’d like to see his office. And I’d really like to be bent over his desk.