CHAPTER FIVE

W illow woke up again a few hours later, feeling like she’d had the best dream of her life. Except it hadn’t been a dream. Her body was on fire, and not exactly from a fever.

Despite having four or five orgasms in the past twelve hours, she was still wet and in need of release.

“Play with your pussy, but don’t come.”

Brayden had given her instructions, and she had agreed. She laughed. As if she would let him tell her what to do with her body. As if he would know. He’d been playing with her, obviously. Building sexual tension. It was just a game.

Her hand ran down her stomach until she reached her moist entrance. Grabbing her breasts, she pinched her nipples and closed her eyes, imagining Brayden licking her pussy.

It felt so good.

She was so near, so ready for release, when suddenly, she froze. She wasn’t allowed.

What?

Heat flared at her core as she moved her hand away. Clenching her thighs together, she rolled over on the bed and grabbed a pillow.

“Goddamn him.” Frustrated, she threw the duvet off and had a shower.

By midmorning, she’d finished a few of her deadlines, so she stepped outside to soak up the sunshine. Her long, floaty dress billowed in the light breeze as she lifted her face to the sky.

She sat down at the table and considered what she would do for the rest of the day.

Play with your pussy throughout the day.

Her nipples hardened at the remembered instruction and sent a thrill of pleasure through her. She looked around. Her home was very private, but not completely. Most people were at work, but she felt naughty and liked it. Lifting her skirt, she ran a finger over her panties. Her body reacted, moisture escaping and making them wet.

She pushed a finger underneath the fabric and gently rubbed her clitoris. An ache grew, arousal building. As she pushed a finger inside, she heard a car turn into the road.

“Do not come.” She stopped, her body throbbing with need as she heard those words in her head.

LATE AFTERNOON, SHE found herself back on her bed, her panties on the floor and the vibrator in her hand, rubbing her clit. She’d been unable to concentrate on any of her work, so she had decided to ignore Brayden’s little game and relieve herself. He didn’t own her body.

Just as she was about to push the vibrator inside, the phone rang. One glance and she saw it was an unlisted number. She knew who it was.

Coughing to clear the desire rich in her throat, she pushed answer. “Hello.”

“Willow,” he said, voice equally gravelly. “Tell me what you are doing?”

Just his voice made her want to come.

“I’m...”

“Are you wet.” A demand, not a question.

“Yes.”

“Have you been behaving?”

“Only just.”

She shook her head. This was silly. She needed to get back to work and snap out of this sexual haze he had her in. A change of subject would help. “Are you at work?”

There was silence.

“Are you wearing panties?” he finally asked.

Her body clenched. “No.”

“Where are you? Tell me.”

She sighed, giving in to the building need within her. “On my bed. I have my vibrator. I’m going to come; I have to.”

She heard him groan and took some pleasure in his own suffering. “Push it inside you.”

God, she nearly came just hearing his words. Doing as he told her without argument, she moaned loudly.

“Turn it on.”

She did.

“Move it in and out of you.”

Brayden’s voice got darker and deeper as she gasped and moaned.

“Brayden, please.”

“No. Don’t come, Willow. Remember the rules.”

She continued to slide the device around, the friction becoming unbearable.

“Now turn it off.”

“No!” she cried, tightening her pussy around the device.

“Now, Willow.”

She cried as she obeyed him, turning it off and placing it on the bed beside her.

“I’ll be over at 6:00 p.m. Be ready,” he said, voice strained.

The call ended, and she lay there panting, wondering what “be ready” meant.