Page 94 of Heist

As the night wore on, she felt the wine making her sleepy and she yawned.

Patrick said, “Be a good girl now and hang up and take off your clothes and get ready for bed. Call me back when you’re in bed and ready to do as your told.”

Austin felt her pulse speed up. She hadn’t masturbated since the night before Patrick put his bracelet on her—a record for her.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, standing and heading toward the bedroom. Ending the call, she went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth, took off her makeup and stripped out of the lounge pants and t-shirt she had put on when she got home. When she dialed his number again, she was beneath the fluffy comforter on her bed.

“Are you naked?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, a smile playing at her lips.

“And you’ve been good and kept your hands off your wet little cunt?”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, her voice growing husky.

“Good girl. I’m going to read you a bed-time story and you’re going to finger yourself. Just make sure you ask before you come, understood?”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, feeling breathless as she let a hand drift to her pubic bone and hover there until his voice came through the speaker again.

The story he read was a piece of spanking erotica. Listening to his sexy voice reading those dirty words fueled her need and she fell into a nice rhythm soon after he began. As he read the story of a girl being punished for masturbating without permission of all things, Austin felt the pressure between her thighs grow. When he came to a natural pause in the story, she cried out, “Please may I come, Sir?”

Patrick didn’t respond right away, and she begged again. Instead of giving her a yes or a no, he continued reading the story leaving her without an answer.

She slowed her fingers, not wanting to disobey him, and knowing that if she held back, the orgasm would be even more intense when he finally let her have her pleasure. She silently prayed he wasn’t planning to deny her.

As he got closer to the climax of the story, she begged him again. This time he said, “Not yet, baby girl. I need to finish the story first. Keep rubbing that clit for me.”

She whimpered her frustration but flicked and her clit once more with gentle strokes. Soon it was unbearable.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“The End,” Patrick said. “Come for me.”

Austin writhed beneath her blanket as the orgasm rolled through her and she cried out her pleasure.

When the tremors stopped, she whispered, “That was really hot. Thank you.”

Patrick chuckled. “You’re very welcome. Next time, I’m going to make you tell me a story while you play.”

Austin whimpered at the thought of having to talk that dirty.

“You’re safe for tonight,” he said. “I’m going to hang up now. Go to sleep, baby girl.”

When the call disconnected, she let her phone fall to the bed beside her and drifted into sleep.

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