Crash Into Me(29)

"But I want to feel you surrounding my cock, the soft walls of your cunt gripping me tight as I slide in and out of your willing body. You're sitting on top of me, riding my cock as you've never done with any other man."

"Yes," I whimpered as my fingers moved faster over my *. "Yes."

"Bend down and kiss me, Nina. Bring that beautiful mouth to mine and let me feel your kiss while I f*ck you. You're getting close, aren't you?" he whispered low into my ear.

"Yes."

"Not yet, Nina. You can't come yet."

I slowed my finger's movement against my clit to stop from coming, loving the feel of holding off until he told me I could.

"I slide my hands over that pretty ass and squeeze as my cock slides into your needy cunt again. Tell me what you want, Nina. Say it."

My finger slid over my clit again, sending a spike of pleasure through my body, and I whispered, "Fuck me."

"Louder, Nina."

"Fuck me," I said in my normal voice.

"I want to hear it louder. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Nina."

In a voice no doubt loud enough for anyone outside the dressing room door to hear, I said on a near sob, "Fuck me! Tristan, I want to come. Please f*ck me."

"You feel so f*cking good on my cock, Nina. Time for good girls to come. Let me hear you come for me, Nina."

My finger circled tightly on my swollen and needy clit as my thighs began to tremble. I moaned softly as the first curl of pleasure came over my body, opening my legs wider as my orgasm took over.

"Oh, God! Yes, don't stop!" I cried as every inch of me shook from my powerful release.

"I love hearing you like that," he moaned as the final quakes of my orgasm waned. "Thank you, Nina."

Feeling almost boneless, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, loving how good he made me feel. "I've never done anything like that before," I quietly confessed as I sat up and looked around to see if anyone was standing outside the door.

"There's that honesty that I love in you. Maybe we'll do something like this again. Would you like that?"

His voice made me want to do something like that again right now. "Yes." Needing to know what this was to him, if anything, I asked, "Tristan, this isn't how you are with all your employees, is it?"

The question sounded silly as soon as I heard the words out loud, but when he chuckled on the other end, I didn't feel so stupid.

"No, I don't have phone sex with anyone else who works for me, Nina. But you're not like my ordinary employees. Now I want you to buy the clothes I picked out and whatever else you like and I'll see you back at the house later."

"I can't go back upstate, Tristan. I don't have any of my things I need if I'm going to be away for more than one night," I protested. "I need to go home to get some stuff."

The phone went silent for a long time and when he finally spoke, his tone was markedly colder than I'd ever heard from him. "Nina, you signed a contract to work for me. For the next six months, if I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?"

His words stung and all the frustration I'd experienced days earlier because of his behavior bubbled up inside me. "Are you saying I have to obey you twenty-four hours a day for six whole months?"




"Nina, everything comes with a price. This was part of the deal clearly spelled out in the contract that you signed."

I sat there stunned. "What are you saying? I'm some prostitute you paid to have for half a year?" Suddenly, all the clothes hanging around the dressing room looked ugly, like everything about this made me feel ugly.