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I should lie to him, maybe I should end all this right now, before it goes any further…before it gets any more dangerous. Something inside me rebels at the thought. I don’t want this to end—not yet, anyhow.
    “ Yes, Sir,” I say. “I would.” In for a penny, in for a pound, so I continue. “It felt really good.”
    “Go ahead, then, Jennifer. I would enjoy listening to you.”
    I told him honestly that I wanted to continue, but I’m not sure I want to do it with him listening. Too much, too soon , I remind myself.
    “Is that an order, Sir?”
    “No, Jennifer, it is not. We’ve not yet entered into an agreement where you have to obey my commands, so it would be foolish for me to give you any. It was merely an offer for you to continue enjoying yourself. I will admit, though, it would please me greatly if you did—and if you allowed me to share in it by listening.”
    Please him greatly . Those are key words, I know. I do love to please, and I’m discovering that I really like to please him . And I’m pretty sure he knows that. Damn, he’s good at this!
    “Okay,” I say. “What should I do?”
    “Just do what comes naturally, Jennifer. Forget that I’m even here.”
    Forget that he’s here ? There’s not a snowball’s chance in Hell I could do that. Even so, I slide my right hand under my waistband.
    “If I may make a suggestion, though,” Sir says. “It might be easier if you took off your pants.”
    He’s right. It would be much easier. I find myself mildly disappointed that it was only a suggestion and not a command, but I quickly tug off my pants and then walk into the bedroom. Stretching out on my bed, I slip my hand back inside my panties. As I touch myself again, I realize he’s controlling me even without giving me orders, but so what? My fingers are moving in small, circular motions atop my slippery lips, and it feels wonderful.
    I smile. I’m not sure if it’s from the realization that he’s still controlling me or from the delicious sensations beginning to radiate out from my groin, and frankly, right now I don’t really give a damn.
    I’m so used to him being inside my head that I’m expecting some kind of comment from him, but he remains silent. I wonder if he’s playing with himself while he listens to me. Part of me hopes so—I find the image amazingly arousing. I imagine him standing over me, smiling and stroking himself while he watches me pleasure myself. My heart is racing now and my breathing is becoming more and more rapid. I’m certain he can hear it—and I’m equally certain he’s enjoying it.
    My fingers center in on my swollen clit and my pleasure grows tenfold. Still moving my hand in tiny, rapid circles, I increase the pressure. My excitement mounts. My breathing is now a series of quick, sharp gasps as my orgasm wells up inside me. I try to control it, to prolong the pleasure, but there’s no stopping it. Waves of almost unbearable pleasure shoot through my entire body as my orgasm engulfs me.
     
    A minute or two passes as I slowly regain control of my brain and my body. I realize I still have the phone pressed against my ear. I’m mortified—I can’t believe I let him listen to that! I had enough trouble talking to him before—I have no idea what to say to him now. Maybe I should just hang up and avoid any further embarrassment. Before I can decide what to do, I hear his voice in my ear.
    “That was wonderful , Jennifer,” he says. “I trust you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
    Even physically sated, hearing him speak my name sends a little thrill through me. I’m pretty sure I enjoyed what just happened way more than he did. But maybe not. I have no real idea what goes on inside his head while he does this kind of thing. Maybe he came, too—I was so lost in my orgasm that I wouldn’t have heard him if he did. I’m not sure if the thought of him cumming along with me makes me feel better or worse.
    “I think that’s probably enough for today