Page 11 of His Secure Embrace
I want you to be sober when I fuck you for the first time. I need you to feel this dick with all your senses unimpaired. You gotta be sober enough to consent to everything I’ve got planned for you.
I kicked my feet and squealed as I read his message. I could tell from our first conversation he was the type of man to talk me through it. Now to know he was meticulous in how he fucked . . . yeah, I needed that expeditiously.
ME:
Okay. That’s cute and all… but now I’m finna block you.
James:
For what?
ME:
Getting me all hot and bothered and you know you’re not going to pull up. I think you should either apologize or do something about it.
He read the message. The three typing dots appeared and disappeared several times. Then the screen lit up with his name. My heart nearly fell to my ass. Was he about to talk me through it? I hope so. The phone continued to vibrate in my hands until I finally swiped the screen to answer the call.
“H-hello?” I stuttered out.
“Don’t be all shy now, beautiful.” His voice was laced with arousal and amusement—a sound I’d love to hear for the rest of my life.
“I’m not being shy. I’m just a little nervous, is all.”
“What are you nervous about?” His voice was gentle and deep. Every word he spoke made my heart race and my pussy throb. James was a dangerous man—a dangerous man who could fold me up and make me cum.
“I don’t know. You’ve got this sexy ass voice in my ear and I’m liable to combust if you talk to me long enough.”
“Good. Do you want to have a little fun?” he asked.
“It depends on what you classify as fun.”
He laughed deep from his gut. “All you’ve got to do is follow my directions. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. What do you have on?” he asked.
“Nothing but the towel I used after I got out the shower.”
“Lay the towel across the bed and get in position. You know exactly what position I want you in.”
“O-okay.” I tapped the speaker icon and placed the phone on top of the pillow before I stood up and did as I was instructed to do. I lay the plush towel across the bed, hit the big light, and switched on the bedside lamp. I lay on my back and released a shaky breath.
“Done.”
“Put your phone on your shoulder. I need you to hear me clearly in your ear, okay?”
“O-okay.”
I reached over and picked up the device and placed it on my shoulder.
“I want you to tell me what turns you on.”
“I don’t know?—”
“Yes, you do. You know exactly what drives you crazy. Tell me two things that gets your juices flowing.”
“I like when my neck is sucked on. I like when my man’s body is pressed against mine while he’s sucking and nibbling on my skin. I like when I’m kissed from my neck down to my pussy,” I explained in a low tone.
