Page 14 of In Knots

“Yes.”

“You wanna come now?”

I make a little needy groan in response, a sound I have no control over at all. He swears again under his breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Another blow of air. “Now taste yourself, princess.”

I draw my fingers out of my underwear and up to my mouth, hesitating before I wrap my lips around my digits and suck.

“Are you doing it?”

“Uh-huh,” I answer, my fingers still in my mouth.

“Tell me how it tastes?”

“Musky and … sweet.”

“Sweet,” he repeats wistfully. “I bet you taste like vanilla ice cream, all sweet and creamy. My favourite flavour.” I smile. “Shit, I want to taste that.”

I shudder at his words, the flush in my cheeks spreading through my body.

“Omega,” he says, capturing my attention again, “make your fingers nice and wet and touch yourself again.”

My wet fingers creep back to my underwear, and I rest my fingers against my throbbing clit.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” I answer, moving my fingers over my nub.

“How? How are you touching yourself, baby? Are you flicking that little bean?”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s how you do it?”

“Yes,” I murmur, loving the sound of his voice in my ear.

“OK, then, we’re going to do this a little differently. Are your fingers nice and wet?”

They are sopping with my slick. “Yes.”

“Then I want you to circle that special little nub of yours instead, slowly, slowly sweep your fingers around it.” I obey his order. “Are you doing that for me?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Shit, love it when you call me that. Love it when you touch yourself and call me alpha. You got me so hard here, princess.”

A mewl escapes my lips as my fingers awaken every nerve ending, pleasure flowing between my legs as well as slick. I’m going to need to change the sheets.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Is he touching himself? I’m too shy to ask, but I hope he is. The dirty thought of his alpha cock in his hand, of him pumping himself, floats into my mind. So filthy, and yet it makes me even wetter. “Here’s what I want you to do next, close your eyes, Omega, and imagine that’s me working between your legs, that it’s my tongue caressing your sweet bean. Around and around. My hot mouth pressed against you.”

“Oh,” I gasp as it all starts to overwhelm me – his voice, the image, my touch.

“Licking you good baby, like a goddamn vanilla ice cream. Eating you out until your thighs are clamped around my head, your fingers tugging on my hair.”

“Alpha,” I whine.

“That’s it, Omega. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl, aren’t you? Gonna come now. Gonna come for me, nice and noisy so I can hear, going to cry out into this phone, then lead it down between your legs so I can hear the wet squelch of your cunt clenching as you do.”

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