David and Lacy #5

The First Mistake

 

David?

He was in the middle of an important meeting but when he saw that it was Lacy he excused himself and stepped out into the hall to answer her. He texted back.

I’m here. What do you need?

I can’t do it.

He leaned against the wall and brought one leg up, bending it so the sole of his foot was flat against the wainscoting.

How hard did you try?

It’s the pressure. That thing makes noise. It’s distracting.

You’re not supposed to be paying attention to the egg timer. You’re supposed to get yourself off before the allotted ten minutes is up. What’s so hard about that?

It sounds like mice with scratchy little feet skittering across the floor. Not very sexy.

Watch some porn.

What? That’s your answer to me having the female equivalent of an ED moment here?!

Sure.

I’m not speaking to you.

He smiled. Yes you are.

No.

When he saw she’d included a silly looking smiley face only its eyes were lopsided and the mouth resembled a horizontal S, he sighed.

What are you doing right now?

Fighting with you.

Funny…but we’re not fighting. You’re whining and I’m listening to you.

If we weren’t fighting before we definitely are now.

That made him laugh.

Relax there, tiger. Let’s see if we can fix this.

How?

What are you wearing?

The leather choker.

Collar.

Yeah, that.

That’s it? He closed his eyes and lightly banged his head against the wall a couple of times. Was she trying to kill him? His phone vibrated and he read the text.

No. I have my red and black patent leather Carlo Santana stiletto shoes on too.

No trying about it. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. With a deep breath he thought about how to attack this latest Lacy dilemma. Ever since the night at the restaurant last week, he knew she had no problem concentrating on him. What he hadn’t envisioned was her having problems concentrating when she was by herself. Maybe he’d introduced the timer too soon.

What were you thinking about?

Laundry.

Was she fucking with him? What do you mean laundry?

I was in the middle of doing a bleach load when you texted me those instructions.

So?

It’s hard to switch gears and with the mice pitter-patter it’s darn near impossible.

Lacy.

Yeah?

He could almost hear the grumble in that word. Damn, he couldn’t backtrack now. He checked down the lengthy hall. Alastair’s receptionist was busy fielding calls. So one potential interruption was taken care of. Next he opened his attorney’s door and leaned in. “I’m going to be another couple of minutes, do you mind?”

Alistair shook his head and then steepled his fingers before he rested his chin on them. David knew what that meant. The cheap bastard would remain on the clock and that being the case, David knew he could take all day as Alistair never came between himself and earning a buck.

David? Hello?

He closed the office door and then texted back. Hang tight I’m going to call you in a minute.

He looked right and then left, deciding to go to the window at far end of the hall so he could formulate his plan. It was clear Lacy need his help this first time. The downside to that was he didn’t want her to get used to it, so he’d have to walk a thin line. Get her to a certain point and once she got there she’d have to do the rest on her own. He hoped. When he had a direction he was willing to take with her loosely mapped out, he called her.

“Hi.”

“I wasn’t whining.”

He didn’t want to argue so he ignored that comment and asked, “Where are you?”

“In my room.”

“On your bed or…?”

“I’m standing in front of my dressing mirror admiring my ass. It looks pretty perky. Do you want me to describe it to you?”

Brat. He shook his head. “No, this isn’t an interlude designed to get me off. This is about you. Stop being cute and—”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Lacy.”

“All right already. What?”

“Go to your bed and put your cell down on the nightstand. Make sure you put it on speaker.”

“K.”

He heard rustling and her swear when it sounded as if she tripped over something before she screamed.

“Done.”

“Haven’t you ever used the speaker option before? You don’t have to shout.”

“Now what?”

“Better. Lie down and close your eyes.”

“What about the egg timer?”

“Forget about that for the moment. I have a timer on my phone.”

“K.”

“Eyes closed?”

“Yes.”

“Take a couple of deep breaths.”

“This isn’t working.”

David had to swallow his frustration. She wasn’t even trying. “Why do you think that is?”

“I’m worried my heels are going to poke through my duvet and ruin it.”

“Take the fucking heels off then.”

“Are you getting mad?”

“No.”

“Frustrated? I wasn’t the one who started this, you know?”

He heard plunk, plunk and then she sighed. “Shoes are off.”

David was already piecing together what he was going to do with her—to her—when he got back from his trip and they had their next “date”. The woman needed boundaries set in cement because once again, here he was counting to ten, before he lowered his tone of voice and ordered, “Turn over onto your stomach.”

“Okay.”

That whispered agreement was soft and he was glad she complied without bitching about it. Maybe she was ready to pay attention. “Now, put your hands behind your back. I want them clasped together and resting right on the dimples at the base of your spine.”

He waited a full minute. Giving her time to relax before he said, “Spread your legs.”

He was going on trust and instinct here. Her silence was telling but so was her breathing. It was heavier and more frequent. A realization of which got him harder than the granite windowsill he rested against. After another minute he spoke in an even deeper tone of voice, “Keep your cheek to the mattress and come up on your knees. Back arched and ass in the air. Hold that position for me.”

He gave her a few moments and then he whispered, “If I were there I’d stand right at the end of your bed until you couldn’t take being on display any longer. Until you begged me to press my face between your legs and lick you hard until you came. Maybe I’d slip my tongue inside your pussy for a taste. You’d be hot enough and drenched, quivering for my attention.”

She moaned and the sound came through the phone like an electric current. Traveling from his ear to his cock.

“Would you beg me?”

“Yes.”

“Be a good girl and do it now.”

“David.”

“Is that ass up? Are your hands clasped? Spread your knees wider. Imagine I’m there watching you. Judging how well you’re holding your position.”

“Mmm…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“David…please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Say it louder.”

“David…”

“Say it.”

“Oh, God. Please…please fuck me.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a ragged whisper.

“Are you aching?”

“Mm…yes.”

“Are you undulating those hips, wishing I was underneath them? Craving my touch on your pussy. Wanting to come?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Now roll over and what I want you to do is set the egg timer to ten minutes and get yourself off. I want to hear you making noise. Don’t hold back.”

The next thing he heard was buzzing. He was so shocked he brought his hand down and looked at his phone before he put his cell back to his ear to confirm it. Son of a bitch. She was using a vibrator. She wasn’t supposed do that. He’d specifically instructed her in his original instructions she was to use her own hands. There was a reason for this. A method to his madness. It was a process. One step closer to—

“Oh my God…Yes. Yes…”

Oh hell no! “Lacy.”

“Y-e-e-e-e-s!”

That cry went right though him despite his aggravation at her bending the rules. That voice inside his head deadpanned. Call it like it is, buddy, she broke them.

“Who said you could use a vibrator?”

“W-what? How did I do?”

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“Are you going to answer mine?”

“Lacy.”

“You should have said something if I wasn’t allowed. David? Are you mad at me?”

Mad? No, what he was at the moment was hornier than shit and harder than titanium. Especially when she spoke to him in that tone of voice. All sultry with a dash of pouty thrown in. A vision of her lying on the duvet she didn’t want to ruin, naked and stretched out had him stoked. An image of her all soft and satiated burned a fucking hole through his resolve to the point he had to fight to remain calm.

“I’m not going to answer that, Lacy. What I’m going to do is go back into my meeting, and hope by the time I’m done you will have a better explanation to give me as to why you chose to break my rules.”

“David.”

“It better be good.” That’s all he said before he clicked off. He didn’t want to give her more room to make a mess. Whether by accident or on purpose she was good at making messes. Shaking his head, he pushed off the sill and then couldn’t help smiling when he thought about her lame complaint with the egg timer. It didn’t sound anything like mice skittering. “Scratchy little feet.”

He was nearly back to Alistair’s office door when his phone buzzed. He stopped and checked the text. He read it once and blinked rapidly for a twenty count before he read it a second time.

I went back and checked your instructions and you said to use my hands. I did. It took two of them to hold my Wabbit.

He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes as he punched out.

Don’t you mean Rabbit?

No. The Wet Wabbit is shower friendly.

And she was fucking with him again. “I’ll be waiting for that explanation.”

Before she had the chance to send a frowning face, or shovel some more bullshit his way, he turned off his phone. Even as he decided the next “date night” he and Ms. Pembrook went on would be one she’d never forget. First he needed to send her the bracelets. Otherwise he could kiss the shocking experience he intended to treat her to, goodbye.

Damn, he was actually feeling better about things until he opened the door and saw his attorney. “Have you been sitting there staring at the clock all this time?”

Only Alistair’s eyes moved as drawled, “Expensive chat. Hope you got your money’s worth.”

David closed the door and grinned. “Not this time, but it’s money in the bank, my friend, and I aim to withdraw it. Soon.”

“You’ll need to after you pay my bill. Now about these contracts…”

David barely heard what Alistair was saying. All he could think about was Lacy and the next “date night” to come.