Deception (Infidelity #3)(53)

I pushed the yoga pants over my hips, stepping out of them. One by one, I kicked off my socks. Though my skin became covered with goose bumps at the timbre of his voice, the chill I’d felt earlier was gone.

“M-my nipples are hard.”

“And now you’re wearing…?”

“Only my panties.”

“The blue ones from earlier?”

I shook my head. “No, these are white.”

“White?” A laugh rumbled from his throat. “White is for good girls and what I want to do to you isn’t appropriate for good girls. Princess, if I were there, I’d fuck you so dirty you’d never wear white again.”

I sucked in a breath. “I wish you were here.”

“Me too. I’m so fucking hard. We’re going to keep going. Are you still all right with that, my naughty princess?”

“Yes, Nox.”

“Before you take off the panties, go to the closet.”

The closet?

“I want you to find one of my belts.”

“O-oh God…” I murmured, both anxious and excited about his unspoken plans. Reaching for the phone, I carried it into the large closet, switched on the light and began opening drawers.

“Talk, Charli. Tell me you’re doing as I said.”

“Yes, Nox. I’m looking for your belts.”

“On the right,” he directed.

I turned that direction and opened another drawer. There, perfectly coiled, were different belts in varying colors. “Do you have a favorite?” I asked.

“Whichever one you use tonight will be my favorite.”

The tips of my fingers tingled as I reached in the drawer. Brushing the leather, I imagined each one against my skin. As my breaths became shallower, I pulled one from the drawer. It was black with a small silver buckle that resembled a swirl. “I have a black one.”

“Now take my belt back to the bed. But before you climb on the bed, take off those white lace panties.”

My head spun around, looking for a camera. “How do you know they’re lace?”

“Because all your panties are lace.”

My lips quirked to a grin as I eased the white lace down my legs. Even in a sexier-than-hell moment, when Nox was acting all dominant, his intimate knowledge and attention to something as simple as the material of my underwear filled me with warmth.

“They’re off,” I said with a hint more confidence.

“Now answer my question from before.”

“What question?”

“No, princess, that’s a question. Remember I told you that asking was my job, not yours? What happens when you disobey?”

My pulse soared as my gaze went to the belt. “I remember what you said, but I don’t remember your question.”

“Tell me how you’re responding.” Nox drew out the word.

“My nipples.” My answer was now only partially true. The walk to the closet and mixed emotions had softened them.

“Put the belt beside you, and since you’re using the speaker phone, you have both hands available to cup your breasts.”

As soon as I did, my nipples pebbled, back to the hardened nubs from before.

“Harder, princess, pinch your nipples. I want to hear you.”

Again, I closed my eyes and obeyed. My caresses that were soft at first took on strength of their own. Nox’s commands as well as the tone of his voice encouraged my movements. More than one whimper escaped my lips as I twisted and tugged, each painful tweak sending pulsations of pleasure to my core.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Tell me how it feels.”

My hips squirmed against the bed. “Good. And bad.”

“Bad?”

“Good, definitely good.” I moaned as my nails scraped the tender skin. “It hurts, but it feels good.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Tell me about your pussy.”

I moaned as my hands left my breasts and trailed down my ribcage, my palms flattening as they spanned over my stomach. Unknowingly, my back arched as my fingers inched lower.

“Spread those sexy legs. Tell me if you’re wet.”

I knew the answer before confirmation.

“Y-yes,” I replied as one finger tentatively searched between my folds.

Though Nox was speaking through the phone, it was as if he were with me, beside me, guiding me. “Say it. Yes, what?”

“I’m wet.”

“What do you want?” His question floated in the air, the tenor knowing and the tone demanding response.

“I want you.”

“Charli.” In one word I’d been reprimanded.

“Your cock,” I corrected. “Nox. God, I wish you were here.”

“Move the phone so I can hear you.”

My stomach twisted as I moved the cell phone to the mattress between my spread legs.

“It’s there,” I said, my desire heightened while at the same time I felt ashamed that my arousal would be audible.

“Work your fingers, princess, plunge them deep. Let me hear it. I want to imagine that my chin is dripping with you. I want to imagine that slick wetness on my tongue and on my dick. Move those fingers.”

To my horror, as I did what he said in the otherwise quiet room, I too could hear the sound of my essence, the wetness echoing through the large room as I thrust my fingers in and out.