Page 40 of Midnight Torment

“Megan…” His voice held a hint of a warning. “It wasn’t a request.”

He had been my only Dom and my mind was programmed to obey that tone. I stood and wandered back into the conservatory, waving at Flynn on my way past.

“I’ll go and check now,” I said in an attempt to pretend that I wasn’t going to my bedroom at the command of my boyfriend.

“Are you pretending that you’re a good girl?” Jordan asked. “You do realise that you’re going to your room to be naughty?”

My teeth bit into my bottom lip. “You’re driving me insane.” I whimpered and received that deep chuckle that I loved. I closed the room door. “I’m in our room.”

“What are you wearing?”

“My black leggings and a pink T-shirt.”

“Take them off.” He was silent for a moment. “I’ll phone you back on WhatsApp.”

I hauled my top and leggings off. I regretted not styling my hair or putting make-up on now. My phone rang again and I answered, Jordan turning it into a video call a few moments later.

My eyes drank him in like a person lost in the desert and dying for a sip of water. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and looked like he’d lived through Hell, but all the worry and terror stilled inside me when I saw those grey eyes watching me from halfway across the world. His unkempt appearance gave him a greater air of a feral, dangerous predator.

“I missed you,” I whispered, the tip of my finger touching his face.

“No more tears,” Jordan commanded. “You are my strength. When you crumble, I crumble.”

I dashed away the tears I didn’t realise had escaped.

“Prop the phone up so I can see you. On the bed and spread those legs for me.” Jordan knew every single inch of me, but there was something about this that felt naughty and forbidden. He’d pushed every boundary, but never witnessed me masturbating. That was something that happened with the lights off in the privacy of my own home.

I used a hair tie to attach my phone to the bottom of the bed post and crawled onto the bed before rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. I still wore my red lace bra and panties.

“Touch yourself.”

I peered at the ceiling and took a steadying breath as my fingers skimmed over my stomach. Normally I used one of my trusty vibrators, and it was all over in a matter of minutes since they stimulated everything you needed to orgasm in your lady bits.

“Imagine your hand is mine. That’s not how I touch you.”

My head came up and I stared at him. The intensity in his gaze gave me strength. I slowly sat up and released my bra. Jordan had always been a breast guy. My thumbs trailed over my nipples to tease them. I sucked my fingers for a moment before I tweaked and played with my nipples the way Jordan did. I imagined his mouth on my breast and arched my back to get more attention, my palm curving around to massage the globe, my fingers sill manipulating the buds as a moan escaped.

“Fuck!” Jordan hissed and my gaze locked with his.

Slowly my fingers trailed over my flesh and I propped myself up on the pile of cushions at the top of the bed so I could watch his reactions. My right hand slipped into my already damp panties, my middle three fingers finding that needy bundle of nerves between my legs. My hips canted up and my shoulders dug into the pillows.

“Take the panties off,” Jordan commanded, his voice deep and husky. “I need to see you.”

My gaze flicked back to his face on the phone, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. My hands slipped into either side of my panties as I slipped them down my legs, my feet kicking them off. I felt more naked than ever before, exposed at an entirely different level.

I lay back, watching him as my fingers explored between my legs. I lightly rubbed over my clitoris, my legs widening and my ass clenching. This had never done it for me in the past, but with Jordan watching, it was entirely a different experience.

“Harder.” My lips pursed and my fingers obeyed his command. “Stimulate yourself inside.”

I paused.

The only time I had touched in there was to insert a tampon.

“Look at me, Megan.” My gaze snapped up. “You’re touching yourself for me. I may be in Cuba, but right now it’s my fingers.”

My middle finger slipped inside and I chewed the inside of my mouth. “Are you aroused?” I asked.

“You have no fucking idea,” he rasped out.

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