Simon knew he shouldn’t follow Lynne out of one store and into another. Even if it weren’t for Nathaniel’s warning sounding loud in his head, he knew better. He’d been so shocked to see her standing there in the jigsaw store, he hadn’t known what to say, and then she’d gotten all flustered. And he’d felt bad because it was his doing.
Sitting in the booth by herself, she looked so miserable and alone, he wanted nothing more than to sit by her side, gather her in his arms, and tell her everything was going to be all right.
But she wouldn’t allow that, and he couldn’t afford to do it. Instead, he did the next best thing. He pulled the bag out from behind his back and placed it on the table.
“You forgot something,” he said.
She sniffled. “I didn’t forget it. I never paid for it.”
“You were going to. That is, I assume you were. So I went ahead and did it for you.” He didn’t add that he’d been impressed with the level of difficulty of the puzzle she’d chosen.
“Thank you.” She took out her purse. “What do I owe you?”
“Nothing. My treat.” He couldn’t believe she thought he would let her pay for it.
“I can’t let you do that. It’s too much.”
“Let me do this one thing for you.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, and he clenched his fist, because he remembered her doing that when they were together before and it was damn near the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“In that case, why don’t you make it up to me by inviting me over and cooking me dinner?” He didn’t know where that had come from. It was very high-handed and forward, but he discovered he wasn’t at all sorry he’d said it. For some reason, seeing her again brought to mind all the reasons why he’d wanted to be with her in the first place, and he couldn’t remember why he’d broken things off. Or maybe they just didn’t seem all that important at the moment.
Her head shot up. “What?”
“I could help you with the puzzle.”
Except she might not want his help. Hell, she might not want him, period. Or to have anything to do with him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be with her so badly, as it wasn’t a good idea. He knew that she would say no and he’d go home. Back to his quiet apartment with the lovely view. The evening would drag by. Even more so because the only things he’d looked forward to lately were his online chats, but he didn’t have one scheduled with Faye.
“Okay,” she said, so quietly he wasn’t sure he’d heard her.
“Yes?” he asked, just to make sure.
She wiped her nose and pulled herself together. “Yes. I’m at Nathaniel and Abby’s penthouse. You can come over tonight for dinner if that works. Seven?”
“That would work wonderfully.” He tapped the top of the box. “I’ll leave this with you, and after we eat, I’ll show you my mad puzzle skills.”
That actually got a half laugh out of her. “No, I don’t think so. After we eat, I’ll show you a thing or two about putting a puzzle together.”
“Deal.” He stood, silently watching her for a second longer than necessary, and then, before he did something he knew he’d regret, he told her he’d see her later, and left the shop.
As he walked outside, he asked himself what the hell he was thinking. Why would he practically throw himself at Lynne when nothing good could come from it? He knew he was no good for her, Nathaniel had already threatened him, and he had a kinda, sorta, maybe relationship with Faye.
The best thing he could do was turn around, go back into the shop, and tell Lynne he was sorry, but dinner and puzzles were a bad idea. But to do that would upset her and he couldn’t take that risk. No, the best thing he could do was to go to the penthouse for dinner, be a friend, not think about the sexy way her teeth bit ever so lightly into her lip, and tell Faye he’d had dinner with an old friend. Yes, that was the plan and he was sticking to it.
• • •
As it turned out, his plan lasted for about ten minutes after Lynne let him inside the penthouse. He’d brought a bottle of wine over and followed her into the kitchen when she went to get two glasses and the corkscrew.
Everything would have been fine except they both reached for the corkscrew at the same time, and when their hands touched, they both let go of it. Lynne flushed that lovely pink shade he appreciated and bent down to pick it up. Unfortunately, she accidentally kicked it and it rolled under the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Simon watched in stunned silence as she crawled across the floor to get it. Not because her ass looked so fine, though it did, but because her shirt hitched upward, revealing bullwhip marks across her back.
She was completely unaware as she grabbed the corkscrew and hopped up with a joyous “Got it!”
Her smile turned into a frown when she saw his expression. “Simon? What’s wrong?”
He was being ridiculous. He knew it. And yet he still couldn’t stop it. Something inside him morphed into a possessive caveman who thought if anyone was going to take a bullwhip to that delectable flesh, it should have been him.
And though he knew he was being ridiculous, and he knew it wasn’t any of his business, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Who did that to your back?”
Her face went so pale, for a moment he thought she was going to pass out on him. But no sooner had he blinked than she drew herself up and her cheeks flushed pink. “What’s it to you?”
“What?” He took a step back. This confrontational Lynne was different and unexpected. And hot.
“I said, what’s it to you? You made the assumption I wasn’t a submissive. Well, guess what. You were wrong. And that means if I have to find someone else to give me what I need, it’s none of your business.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just, I wasn’t expecting that.” And that was the understatement of the year. He gave her a small smile. “Forgive me?”
She appeared calmer, but only a little.
“Apology accepted.” She turned back to the countertop. “Besides, the Dom I was with today said he thought I might be a masochist. You probably couldn’t give me what I need anyway.”
He caught himself before he dropped the wineglass he held. “You’re a masochist?” It couldn’t possibly be true. Not Lynne. No way.
She peeked over her shoulder and looked uncertain for the first time. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
He shouldn’t be the one she had this conversation with. There was no way he could even pretend to be neutral. Fucking hell. What if she was and he’d let her go? But no, he couldn’t allow himself to think that way.
“I suggest you talk with Abby,” he finally said. “She’s not a masochist, but I’m sure she could put you in contact with a few people who are.”
Lynne nodded.
“Can I see your back?” he asked. “Just out of curiosity.”
And because he wanted to make sure the Dom she was with knew what he was doing. He told himself it was just part of who he was, that he would do the same with any submissive he knew. And he might, but he’d have been fooling himself to think that it didn’t go further than that with Lynne.
“Umm.” She looked like she was going to say no. “Sure. Just a second.”
She put the wine bottle down and turned toward him. The flush still slightly stained her cheeks, and she looked adorably unsure. “Here in the kitchen?”
“This will be fine.”
She faced the countertop, away from him, and took the shirt up and off. Instead of letting it drop to the floor, she held it tight in her fist and bent, just a bit at the waist. Her hands rested on the marble.
He was surprised at the obvious expertise exhibited by the Dom she’d played with. The marks were even and well placed. He traced one line with his fingertip, and under his touch, she sucked in a breath.
He shouldn’t have touched her. Just the feel of her soft skin made him want her. He wanted her so badly, everything else fell away. All the reasons why he shouldn’t be with her. All the reasons he’d recited to himself in the weeks following their split. Nothing. They were gone. The only thing left was Lynne, and she was under his touch for the moment, no matter how briefly.
She sighed, a dreamy, earthy sound that had him tracing another whip line just to see if he could get her to repeat that sigh. When he did, he lowered his head, desperate to taste her, to entice more sounds of pleasure.
Her phone rang, and she shot up, almost hitting him in the chin. “That’s Nathaniel and Abby’s ringtone.”
Nathaniel. Shit.
“He doesn’t have a hidden camera in here, does he?” He asked it like a joke, but he was halfway serious, too.
“Not that I know of.” She grabbed her phone and answered. “Hello?”
Simon took the opportunity to get himself under control and open the wine, but he kept an ear tuned to the one part of the phone conversation he could hear.
“Yes, everything went great.” Lynne had taken the phone to the opposite end of the kitchen and stood looking out a window. “I know I should have called sooner. I had a bit of subdrop, so we went out to eat and then I took a walk when I got back here. Yes, I’m much better, but can you have Abby call me when she gets home?”
He wasn’t surprised at all that Nathaniel knew she was playing with someone, though it would have been nice if he could have told him that when he’d stopped by Simon’s office to give his stay-away-from-Lynne speech.
“I invited a friend over,” she said. “We’re going to have dinner and then work on a jigsaw puzzle.”
When she started talking to Elizabeth and Henry, Simon let his eyes drift to the window. He tilted his head and looked closer at the buildings. It was almost the same view Faye had from her bedroom window. He couldn’t say with any certainty that they were the same buildings, but the look was similar. His heart raced. Did Faye live in this building, too? What were the odds?
No, that would have been way too much of a coincidence. She probably lived in a nearby building, but there was little to no chance it was the same one the Wests lived in. She was close, though. That’s why the view out the window looked familiar. He’d have to pay closer attention next time he chatted with Faye.
Tomorrow night.
“Thanks, Nathaniel.” Lynne had turned back and was watching him. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. I think I’ll be fine now.” She laughed at something he said. “Already heard about that? Yes, I’ll be sure to tell him.”
She hung up and cocked her head. “Did you see something interesting out the window?”
“No.” He took one last look at the skyline and focused his attention back on Lynne. “I just saw a similar view the other day, and I was wondering about how close the other building was.”
A strange expression crossed her face, but it was gone before he could get a good enough look to identify it. In its place was the sweet smile he’d always associated with Lynne.
“Excuse me for a minute,” she said, and didn’t even wait before scampering down the hall. He heard a door close and assumed she’d gone to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she returned, her cheeks a bit flushed. “Sorry about that.”
“Quite all right. Everything okay?”
“Yes. Ready to eat? I made Italian.” She didn’t explain further, but went straight to the cabinets to get plates out. He wondered if she remembered Italian was his favorite.
“I’ll get the wine.”
Lynne didn’t take the plates to the dining room. Instead she carried everything over to an intimate dining nook beside the kitchen.
“I love eating here,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind. The view is fantastic. Besides, I think the dining room is too stuffy.”
Once he saw the space, he had to agree. It was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows and offered an amazing view of the city. “This is something else,” he said, putting the wine on the table. “If I had a view like this, I’d spend all my time in this spot.”
“I know, right?” Lynne waved toward the outside. “From up here, it looks so peaceful. Busy, but peaceful.”
Freed from the expectations of a date, Simon found himself enjoying the dinner with Lynne. She’d grown up in the time since they’d been together. Granted, she’d never been childlike, but there was a certain maturity about her that hadn’t been present before.
She didn’t appear ill at ease or awkward, which he’d feared, especially considering their accidental meeting in the jigsaw puzzle store. Gone was that woman. Here, in this penthouse, she appeared settled and secure in who she was. And damn, she could cook.
He set his fork down. “That was the best lasagna I’ve ever had. Thank you for cooking for me.”
Her cheeks blushed the slightest bit of pink, and she ducked her head at his praise. Lovely. “Thank you,” she said.
“Any way we can bring the puzzle to this table?” He started clearing their places to make room.
“Only if you pour more wine.”
He cleared the table and got the wine while she put the dishes in the dishwasher and retrieved the puzzle. Moments later, they were back at the table, and she opened the box.
“So tell me, Simon.” Her eyes danced when she was playful. He loved that about her. “Do you do the outside first or the inside?”
“Outside first. Once you have the edges, you’re set.”
“Would you call that edging?” she asked.
At her mention of the word “edging,” his mind formed a perfect image of her on her back and him above her, thrusting into her with just enough power to make her moan, but not nearly enough to bring her to release.
“What would you know about edging?” he asked, his voice rough, even to his own ears.
“Sometimes at night, I play with myself. See how long I can stay on the edge without coming.” She spoke as if she were mentioning the weather or the lack of parking in the city. She’s tipsy. Has to be the wine. He could think of no other reason for her to be so uninhibited.
“Is that right?” he asked, almost afraid to speak for fear she’d stop talking. “How long can you go before you come?”
She looked mildly surprised, as if she couldn’t believe she’d spoken her thoughts out loud. “I don’t come.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” She shook her head. “The Dom I’m with won’t allow it.”
The Dom who had whipped her back so expertly. Of course, he would also have claimed ownership of her orgasms. He tried not to show how her words affected him. “I take it you’ve been a good submissive?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and her eyes grew dark.
He clenched his fists. Fuck. What those two words did to him when they came out of her mouth. “Dammit, Lynne.”
He stood completely still, knowing if he didn’t, he would walk the five steps to her, take her into his arms, crush his lips to hers, and damn the consequences that would follow.
The Lynne he’d known before would stutter through an apology, flush a few shades of pink, and not look him in the eyes for the rest of the evening. But as he’d ascertained earlier, this was a new Lynne, and the new Lynne didn’t seem to be embarrassed by sharing what was on her mind.
She gave him a sultry smile that told him she knew exactly what her words did to him, and in a smooth and graceful motion, she slid into the chair and sat down.
“Now I’m going to show you how to put a puzzle together,” she said as if he weren’t standing there with an erection so hard and uncomfortable he might just bust his jeans wide open.
He took a deep breath and sat down, but in his mind, he wasn’t putting a puzzle together with Lynne; he was taking apart the puzzle that was Lynne.
• • •
Lynne groaned and leaned back against the door as soon as she closed it behind Simon. What the hell had she been thinking acting the way she did? It had to be the wine. She wasn’t used to drinking, and they’d gone through the entire bottle he’d brought over.
Not to mention, the view from the window was something that had never crossed her mind. Not in five hundred years would she have thought about Simon looking out the window. She’d have to add that to her list of things to worry about the next time she had a video chat with him. And how the hell had she forgotten to close the bedroom door? Thank goodness he’d brought up the view, because it had been that comment that had triggered her to go make sure he couldn’t accidentally come across Faye’s room.
In a moment of weakness, and because she couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing him again, she’d asked him if he wanted to come by later in the week to work on some more of the puzzle. He’d hesitated so long, she expected him to say no. But all at once his face broke out into a rare smile and he told her to name the date and time and he’d be there.
Now she was really in a mess. Tomorrow night she would be Faye and video chat with Simon, and the next night she would be Lynne and would work on a puzzle with him. If she’d only waited, maybe she’d have found her way back to him without becoming Faye. But it was too late to think like that now.
The fact was, she didn’t want to give up Faye. Simon was doing the demo with Faye, and even though he’d been surprised by her actions a few times tonight, she had no doubt that he would never do a demo with Lynne.
For now she would have to keep up her split personality.
Her phone rang, and she jogged over to the table they’d been doing the puzzle on, expecting to see Simon’s name, but instead found an unknown number.
“Hello?” she said.
“Lynne. Girl, what the fuck are you doing?”
It took her a second to recognize the voice. Anna Beth. Ugh. “Hey, Anna Beth. How are you?” She tried to make her voice as friendly as possible. “Quite a surprise seeing you at Luke’s today.”
“Shut up, bitch. I know what you’re doing.”
Lynne’s heart pounded. How did Anna Beth know? “What?”
“Luke DeVaan thought he was so smart keeping me in his office while he talked to you after that scene. Well, the joke’s on him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Anna Beth’s laughter sent chills down Lynne’s spine. “Sure, you don’t. Just remember, I’m the one the firm came to when they needed someone to hack into something off the record.”
Lynne didn’t have a chance to ask her what she was talking about because Anna Beth hung up. Not even stopping to think twice, she punched in the number Daniel had given her and alerted him that Anna Beth had possibly hacked into Luke’s computer and could he let Luke know?
Her strange and wonderful day became even more strange but a lot less wonderful as first Nathaniel called and then Luke. By the time she finally crawled into bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling Anna Beth was still sitting somewhere, laughing at her.
• • •
“What do I do to liars?” Simon asked.
Lynne knelt on the floor, knowing what he wanted her to say but unable to speak the words. She shook her head.
Simon grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Tell me what I do to bad girls who lie.” When she still didn’t answer, he tightened his hold on her. “Now. Unless you want me to do this in front of the club.”
She couldn’t have that. Bad enough everyone knew she was being punished. Damned if she’d have him do it where they could watch.
“You punish them,” she said, but of course, it wasn’t enough.
“You have one more chance. Tell me where and how. Tell me what I’m getting ready to do to you.”
She swallowed. “You’re going to fuck my ass.”
“That’s right. Bad girls get their ass stretched by a big cock and then get fucked hard and can’t come.” He let go of her chin. “Go get the lube and prepare me.”
She began to rise, but he pushed on her shoulders. “Bad girls don’t get to use their feet.”
She crawled, secretly enjoying the fact that he was staring at her ass. He stood watching her when she turned around, and she was mesmerized by the sight of him stroking his cock.
“That’s right,” he said, his eyes never leaving her. “Watch as I get my cock ready to punish your ass. See how hard I am just thinking about it? Now get over here and get it nice and slick so I can push it inside that tiny hole of yours.”
But when she got ready to squeeze the lube into her hands, he took the tube from her. “Changed my mind. Go bend over the bench. I’ll take care of this.”
This time she didn’t even think about trying to walk. She crawled over to the bench and positioned herself the way she knew he wanted her. Behind her came the sounds of flesh on flesh as he stroked the lube over his cock. She closed her eyes and counted. By the time she got to fifteen, he was behind her.
“I used lube, but make no mistake about it. This is a punishment, and it’s supposed to hurt. You’ll take your fucking in stillness and silence or else I’ll repeat this punishment every day for a week. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She gulped and grabbed on to the edge of the bench, willing herself to remain still.
He was hot against her backside, and she took a deep breath as he began pushing into her. He was so big and she felt so full and, like always, there was a stretching pain as he worked his way inside.
She bit the inside of her cheek because she knew she shouldn’t be turned on by what he was doing. It was a punishment and it hurt. She told herself a normal person wouldn’t be turned on. But she’d come to terms long ago with the knowledge that she wasn’t normal, and so it wasn’t all that unexpected when she felt her arousal grow. She knew she was in trouble, and it was only made worse because Simon was a sadistic Master who knew all too well how she’d react.
“Naughty girl,” he said, thrusting into her harder, chuckling as the first twitches of her orgasm rippled through her body. “Pain slut likes for her ass to be pounded. I’m going to have to be more creative when I discipline you for coming during your punishment.”
And, God help her, she thought as her release claimed her, she was looking forward to it.
Her eyes flew open and she panted in the darkness as the last traces of the dream fell away. Dammit. She wondered what Simon’s punishment would be for coming in her sleep.
• • •
The ringing of her phone woke her the next morning. She fumbled around on her nightstand to grab it, hoping to get to it before it stopped.
“Hello?” she said, without checking to see who it was.
“Lynne?” Luke asked. “Sorry to call so early. I’ve been thinking, and I had to give you a call.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m not sure. That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”
Lynne braced herself for the worst, knowing she wasn’t going to like whatever Luke had called to tell her. “Go ahead, tell me.”
“You called last night concerned about Anna Beth hacking into my computer.”
She did not like where this was going, especially since her stomach had started to hurt. It always did that right before something bad happened. “Yes.”
“It does appear that somebody hacked into the computer. That’s what my computer security expert’s telling me. And he brought up an interesting point. Have you checked your computer to see if it’s been hacked?”
She froze. She had not. She had not even thought about it, and now she felt stupid for not doing so. “Oh no.”
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I wanted to alert you as soon as possible.”
“Thank you.” They were the only two words she could form at the moment. She had to get to her computer. “I’m going to check now. Thank you. Bye.”
Luke started to say something else, but she didn’t have any more time to talk to him. She hung up without listening to what he said and made her way on shaky legs to her computer. She turned it on but realized she had no way of knowing how to check to see if it had been hacked. And the last thing she would do was ask a stranger. There was no way she was going to give anybody access to her private life through her computer. The only thing she could do was wait.
Unfortunately, she was not a patient person. Her mind came up with too many things that could have gone wrong. If, in fact, Anna Beth had hacked into her computer, she had access to everything. She would know that Lynne was lying to Simon, as well as her assumed name. And since Anna Beth was a member at Luke’s club, along with Simon, Lynne was certain she would tell somebody.
She thought about confronting the woman. But what if Anna Beth had not hacked into her computer? All she would be doing was giving her more ammunition to use against her. No, she could not confront Anna Beth. All she could do was wait.
She fixed her breakfast while trying to decide what to do, if anything, about Anna Beth. The sad fact was if Anna Beth had hacked into her computer, she already knew everything and there was nothing left to do. Lynne could only hope that Anna Beth had ruined her reputation so completely that no one would believe anything she said.
She was feeling better when her laptop dinged with an incoming message. She almost didn’t check for fear that it was Anna Beth. But curiosity got the better of her and she went to see who it was. Her heart leaped into her throat when she saw that it was from Simon. Surely Anna Beth hadn’t figured everything out and already e-mailed Simon.
She wasn’t sure what to think after reading his message.
Faye,
I’m sorry to do this, but some things came up and I have to cancel tonight. I promise to make it up to you. Would you like to get together before the demo for a practice run-through? The conference location has asked if we’d like a practice time the day before. That would mean an overnight trip. It’s up to you, but I promise to be a perfect gentleman if you say yes. Mostly.
—SirSimon
Lynne knew it was stupid, but she couldn’t help analyzing every word in his message. Was he canceling because he had heard from Anna Beth? If he had heard from her, would this be the way he would react? She didn’t think so. Besides, he asked her if she wanted to practice before the demo, and she didn’t think he would do that if he knew of her deception.
Though part of her hoped that he was canceling on Faye because he couldn’t keep Lynne out of his mind.
Either way, she had to decide if she wanted to do a practice run-through for the demo, which also meant an overnight trip. If she did decide to go, she would have to do something about her voice. Her mind was running through the possibilities even as she replied to Simon.
SirSimon,
I completely understand that something has come up. As much as I’d prefer an evening with you, I will make do with my fantasies tonight. Speaking of which, I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I came in my sleep last night.
Yes, a practice run-through before the demo would be a great idea, and I don’t mind it being an overnight.
Yours,
Faye
She glanced at the clock and realized that if she didn’t hurry, she would be late. Without waiting for Simon to reply, she shut her computer down and got ready for school.
Something had seemed out of sorts at school. She’d noticed it the first day but had never been able to put her finger on exactly what it was. That day at lunch, she realized what it was. There was no one in her classes she felt close enough with to consider a friend. At least not the kind you would hang out with or invite to your place for dinner.
And she surely did not have any submissive friends in the city, though she wished she did. She could only imagine how nice it would be to have someone in the lifestyle whom she knew and trusted nearby. She took a few minutes to look around at her fellow classmates during lunch. Could any of them be submissive? Or maybe dominant?
It was silly to even think she could guess just by looking at somebody. After all, what did a submissive look like?
With a sigh, she threw her trash away and decided to go to the library to study. But if she’d been hoping to find peace at the library, that wasn’t to be. As soon as she found a quiet corner and sat down, she turned on her laptop to find an e-mail from Simon. Something told her not to open it, not just yet, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Faye,
Normally, I’d tell you that you can’t help what you do while you’re asleep, but I have a bit of a sadistic side and it’s been under wraps for longer than it likes, so I’m going to let it out to play. As punishment for coming, you are to do the following:
—Take your panties off. Now. If you’re in public, you may go to the restroom to do so, but I want them off within five minutes of you reading this e-mail.
—You are not allowed to wear them anymore until I say you can.
—Write out what you can remember of your sex dream (I’m assuming you had a sex dream if you came in your sleep). Send it to me.
—Since I’m not there to do this, you will have to do it yourself. Sometime tonight, you will strip naked, take a hairbrush, and get on your bed. Once there, you will spread your legs wide and spank that naughty pussy with your hairbrush. You will give yourself fifteen hard strokes. I want that pussy sore and red, understand?
Let me know if you have any questions.
—SirSimon
Holy fucking shit. Was he serious? And what did it say about her that his e-mail turned her on so much? She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her, but of course they weren’t.
Unable to even think about studying, she gathered her stuff together and headed to the bathroom.
• • •
Two nights later, she was kneeling naked in her bedroom, waiting for Simon to call into the video chat. This time, she’d drawn the curtains over the window so there would be no chance of him trying to pinpoint her location. Even so, she was the slightest bit apprehensive.
Tonight would be the first time he saw Faye after seeing her as Lynne. She didn’t think there was any way he would know they were the same people, but like most Doms she knew, he was extremely observant. With that in mind, anything was possible.
“Very nice, Faye.”
His voice brought her out of her mental wanderings. She’d told him that the sound on her computer still wasn’t fixed, so he wasn’t expecting her to answer. Instead she gave a quick nod of her head.
“Since you can’t talk, at least not to where I can hear, you’ll have to listen.” The roughness of his voice turned her on. She couldn’t help but question if he spoke like that as a result of her nakedness or because of what he had planned for tonight.
She nodded, so he’d know she’d heard.
“I want you to go get the hairbrush you used earlier in the week and show me how you punished that naughty pussy.”
Her head snapped up. He wanted her to what?
From what she could see on her laptop, he was staring straight at her and he had a wicked grin on his face. “You heard me. Now go.”
She nodded and started to stand.
“Negative, Faye,” he said. “I read your dream. I know what gets you off. Crawl to get the hairbrush.”
Her breath left her body in a big swoosh and her heart pounded so hard, she heard it in her ears. Hot damn. This was really happening.
“Now, Faye.”
She nodded and, as quickly as possible, crawled to the bathroom to get the hairbrush. It didn’t escape her attention that technically he wouldn’t know if she stood up once she made it outside of the camera’s view. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to crawl the whole way and pretend that Simon was watching and getting turned on by the way her ass moved.
She had to admit, she liked this side of Simon. It was a side he’d never shown her when they were dating, and she wondered why. It didn’t seem possible that the guy who’d just commanded her to crawl to get a hairbrush was the same man who not more than two days ago sat at her table and worked on a puzzle with her.
She crawled back to her bedroom to see Simon was waiting for her.
“Up on the bed, naughty girl,” he said. “Show me how you spanked yourself.”
When she’d set the laptop up earlier, she’d made sure that the bed was in range of the camera. Even still, as she climbed on top, she checked the display to ensure Simon could see. Once she was in the middle of the bed, slightly propped up with pillows, she let her knees fall to either side.
She glanced to the laptop, and the expression on Simon’s face was so intense, she half expected that he would leap through the screen. It was that intensity, she believed, that gave her confidence and helped ease any insecurities she had.
Feeling brazen and bold, she spread her legs farther apart and was rewarded with a groan from Simon. Empowered, she took the brush and lightly tapped her inner thighs. It was what she’d done earlier in the week. It warmed her skin while making her anticipation and arousal grow.
“Very nice, Faye,” Simon said. “If I had you in bed, positioned for punishment, that’s the way I’d start, too.”
She closed her eyes and pretended he was in the room administering the spanking. She put more power behind the strokes, knowing he wouldn’t go easy on her.
“That’s right,” he said, obviously seeing what she was doing. “Spank those thighs.”
She continued until the ache between her legs grew to where she couldn’t stand another second without friction of some sort. Even then, she teased herself with a light smack on her clit.
“Fuck, yes,” Simon said. “Spank your pussy. Hard.”
She brought the hairbrush down again, and it felt so good, her hips lifted off the bed and she gave a gasp of pleasure.
That caught Simon’s attention. “Damn, this isn’t a punishment for you at all, is it?”
She shook her head.
“Did you orgasm the night you spanked yourself?”
She shook her head again.
“Like I said before, you don’t have control over yourself in a dream, so it’s not really something I’d punish you for.” He paused and appeared to be thinking. “I’m going to change it up. I want you to make yourself come by spanking alone. Think you can do it?”
Oh, hell, yes, she could. Once a day and twice on Sunday. She smiled and nodded at the camera.
“Get to it, then,” he said. “Let me see you come.”
It wasn’t going to take much, she thought. Between the way she’d tormented herself as well as Simon watching and saying those deliciously dirty words, she was halfway there already.
She tried to make it last, to stretch out the pleasure that came from anticipation, the stinging pain of the brush only making the promise of what was coming better. She went back to light swats, and only on every third or fourth one would she give herself the hard spank she craved.
But she wasn’t used to prolonging her orgasm, no matter what she’d told Simon when he came over for dinner. All too soon, the peak of her release was upon her, and she held her breath, desperate to hold on.
“One last hard one,” Simon said, obviously seeing how hard she was trying to hold back. “And let go. I want to see you come.”
She whimpered in obedience and brought the brush down for the final time. Her pussy clenching around nothing as her orgasm hit. Her hips lifted, greedy and wanting more. She needed him inside her. Video play was fun, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as having a man with her. In person.
Holy shit, if she could come like that when it was only her, how much more intense would her release be if it was actually Simon holding the brush? She squeezed her legs together, trying to find some sort of relief, no matter how minimal.
“Better watch it,” Simon warned. “You’re only allowed the one tonight.”
She forced herself to be still and to wait patiently for him to give further instruction.
“Sit up, Faye.”
She slowly made her way into a sitting position, but thought better of it and moved to her knees on the bed.
“Good girl.” Simon’s voice still had an edge to it, and she realized it was probably because he hadn’t come.
Another reason why it was so much better to be with him in person as opposed to a video. If he was here in the room, she was willing to bet he’d be fucking her mouth at this very second.
“I think that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” Simon said. “The only thing that could make it hotter would be if I were able to finish off with my dick buried deep inside you.”
He sighed, and she knew he was lamenting the fact that they didn’t have that type of relationship. At least, she assumed that was what he thought. Either way, she felt a bit down all of a sudden. Simon must have felt the same, because he didn’t speak much more, telling her he’d be in contact soon and to look at her calendar for possible days to get together before the demo, before saying good-bye and disconnecting.
Lynne didn’t move right away. It hit her how unfair she was being to Simon. The more time that went by with him knowing her as both Faye and Lynne, the guiltier and guiltier she felt. She should do the right thing and confess. It had seemed like a harmless idea at the time, but she didn’t want to be Faye anymore. She wanted to be Lynne.
And now, after he’d come over for dinner, it actually seemed possible that she could have him as Lynne. But first she had to get rid of Faye.
The easiest thing to do would be to have Faye move away or somehow break up with Simon. She could do that and he’d never know she was both women. The only kink in her plan was the upcoming demo. If Faye moved away now, what were the odds that Simon would ask Lynne to take her place?
Slim to none.
Which meant she was going to have to be Faye just a little while longer.