Chapter Two
MrsInvisibleMan
I TAKE a deep breath.
“Grace?” he asks, a softer tone this time. His breath is heavier, like he’s relaxed. Like he’s jerking off, the cynical person inside me corrects. “I’m ready. I have my hand on my dick and you’re in front of me. What are you doing?”
I take another deep breath and then I swallow. Should I really do this?
“What’re you thinking?” he asks.
“I’m debating,” I tell him truthfully. “On whether or not I should cross this line with you.”
“So letting me f**k you in a tropical forest on Saint Thomas wasn’t crossing a line with me?”
“It was,” I interject. “But that’s different. That was a fantasy fling, this is reality. This is my life, Vaughn. I have a real life and those people on my Twitter feed are friends. You’re playing with my life. You’re…” I shake my head a little. I should not be having this conversation with him. I should not be letting him into my head at all. He’s a fun dream guy in the sex department, but as a real human being, Vaughn Asher is an ass**le. I don’t want to go any further in this demented relationship and giving in to his demands right now would be a monumental mistake.
“I’m what?” he asks.
“You’re using me.”
“I’m not using you. I think we both had fun on the island. We can both have fun right now.”
“You’re forcing me to have phone sex with you.”
“I’m not forcing you—Grace, please. If you don’t want to, just hang up and I’ll never call you again. How’s that?”
“But if I do that, you won’t make things right, will you?”
“Oh,” he says with a chuckle. “I get it. You want me to force you. You want me to take away your decision in this matter, because you want to do it, you just want to go on pretending you don’t.”
I’m silent. Because he’s right. I want it both ways. I want the excitement of what he’s asking—what he’s offering. But I don’t want to take responsibility for choosing to allow him to treat me this way.
And that’s worse, isn’t it? Because I’m lying to myself. The least I can do is be honest. So I swallow down that fear and take another deep breath to steady myself. “I’m staring at you from across the room.”
“Mmmm,” he growls through the phone. “Why so far away?”
“Because…” I bite my lip to stop a smile. “Because the length of your c**k has taken me by surprise. I never got a good look at it, and…” I stop to think. “And it’s very hard.”
“It is. It is so f**king hard right now. I wish you were here, in front of me.”
“What would you want me to do?”“Only what you’re comfortable doing.”
Well, that makes me smile. “I’m walking over to you, slowly, so you can appreciate my body. I’m naked.” I giggle as soon as the words come out.
“As am I. How do I look?”
“God,” I say. “You look like a god.” A god I’d like to lick from top to bottom. But I don’t say that. I’ve written that. I’ve written worse, but I can’t say that out loud to him. I just can’t.
“Are you still nervous?”
“Yes,” I reply too quickly.
“OK, then since we’ve just met and this is our first time, maybe you shouldn’t be allowed to touch me.”
“No?”
“No. Maybe you should only be allowed to touch yourself. Kneel down in front of me, Grace.”
I don’t know what to do. Do I really kneel? Is this all pretend and we just say we’re doing things? I don’t get it.
“Are you kneeling? Don’t lie to me. I want you to kneel down and picture me naked, sitting on a black leather couch, my hand on my shaft, pumping up and down in a slow rhythm.”
“I’m sitting on my bed.” I figure this game might be fun, but only if I play along. “But I’m getting to my knees now.” I stand up and kneel down on the rug that lines the long edge of my bed and then put the phone in front of me and press the speaker icon. “I’m kneeling now.”
“Mmmm. And you put me on speaker, like a filthy little blue bird.”
“Now what?”
“You want me to do the talking?” he asks with an incredulous tone. “When you’re the one who needs the favor? Sweetie, please.”
“Mr. Asher,” I say in a low husky whisper. “I want you to tell me what you want so I can please you.”
He chuckles. “If I do, and I take care of the Twitter frenzy, you will owe me twice, darling. Do you really want to stack these favors like that?”
“Yes,” I say back immediately. “Because I have no idea what to do, OK? I just don’t. I’ve never done this before, I’m out of my element, and I’m starting to get horny.”
I hear that smile from a thousand miles away. “Are you naked?” he asks, his voice a little bit rougher.
“No, I’m just in shorts and a t-shirt.”
“If I take control, you will follow all my directions?”
“I swear.”
“OK,” he agrees too quickly and I have a wave of nausea wondering what that might mean. “Strip, grab your vibrator, and return to that kneeling position. And Grace? Don’t bother telling me you don’t have a vibrator. Now do as I say and describe to me in detail as you follow my directions.”