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hands together in her lap to keep from making a fool out of
herself.
    She blinked, focusing on him again.
    “So, how do I stack up to my profile?” he wanted to know,
turning this way and that to give her something concrete to compare it to.
    A flash of her sucking his cock and loving every freakin’
minute of it exploded across her frontal cortex. She cleared her throat, trying
to cover another moan. “You’re, uhh…quite adequate.”
    His full laugh and beautiful half-smile warmed every inch of
her. His joy intoxicated her, like a drug she couldn’t get enough of, and she
counted each breath until she could get another fix.
    They stayed up talking late again, until she confessed, “I
don’t want to fall asleep again while we chat. I’m sleepy but I’m not ready to
say good night yet.”
    “Why are you worried you’ll conk out again?”
    “I probably drooled last night. I bet you took a snapshot of
it, and drew horns and mustache on it. It’s probably on your Facebook page
right now.”
    “What like this?” He reached for a piece of paper.
    She gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh, God please tell me
you’re joking.”
    He chuckled, pulling a piece of paper close. “I’m joking.”
He glanced up at her, still not revealing the paper he held.
    “But you do have something, don’t you?”
    “Perhaps.”
    “Perhaps? What kind of answer is that? Perhaps.”
    “It’s the best kind of answer because now the little hamster
in your cage is running a mile a minute trying to figure out what I drew.”
    “You drew something? No way. Now you have to let me see.”
Before he could say no, she folded her hands in front of the screen and gave
him the pretty face. “Please, please with sugar on top.”
    “Mmm. I do like seeing a pretty girl beg.”
    She batted her eyelashes at him for good measure.
    “How about a trade?”
    She tucked her suddenly clammy palms below the table and
thought for a second, wondering what she could possibly trade.
    “Would you like to hear what I have in mind?”
    “Perhaps.”
    “Touché.” He leaned in close to the camera so she could
focus on his lips. “I want you to get any long and skinny object, phallic-shaped
objects get double points—”
    “No.”
    “Why not? You haven’t even heard what I want you to do with
it yet.”
    “Because I’m pretty sure I can guess what you want me to do
with a dildo and I’m not masturbating for you on camera.” The words came out of
her mouth because they were what she was supposed to say but the thought made
her breathing grow shallow and the warmth deep in her groin to spread.
    “I’m not some fifteen-year-old kid wanting to see you fuck
your pussy when it’s all I can think about. I want you to submit to me. I want
to own every thought in your head during our time together. Even if it’s only
through the chat. I want to own all of you. Now will you give me a chance to
explain what I want before you give me your ridiculously lame excuse why you
can’t do it?”
    She clenched her jaw tight. She knew exactly what he was
doing by baiting her. She knew it, could see it a mile away and her hackles
were still raised to prove him wrong. She nodded once for him to continue.
    “I want you to set the timer on your phone for one minute.
Once you start it, I want you to slide the phallic object in your mouth for
thirty seconds. Be slow and patient, choking on it just a bit by the end of the
half a minute.”
    Her heart raced when he mentioned choking on it, partially
from the dream and partly because she was ridiculously turned on by the
suggestion.
    “Then I want you to slide it out, slowly for the last thirty
seconds. Take your time and think about what you’re doing and that I’m watching
every second of it…hard as a fucking rock.”
    “No I still don’t think—”
    “What excuse can you give me for why you can’t do this for
me? Is it very difficult?”
    “Well, no but—”
    “Is your pretty pussy wet right now?”
    “Yes,