This conversation was not going the way I’d planned. Not that I expected Foster Bennett to roll over for me, but I hadn’t thought I’d be ass deep in negotiations for a fucking phone number.

I had one ace up my sleeve. “What if I give you a video of me in a ménage with two other men?”

“Ah, yes, the infamous socialite sex tape. Has Gray seen this?”

Okay. Not the reaction I was expecting. “He filmed it.”

“Very interesting. But no deal. You’re assuming I haven’t already seen it.”

What. The. Fuck?

Gray was the only one with a copy, and he’d only shown it once...to every person at my former country club. Foster Bennett certainly wasn’t a member.

Now I wanted two things from him. I had to be very careful and strategic if I was going to get anything. Power exchange and submission. “What can I do for you to get you to give me some contacts,” go for it, “and how you saw the tape of my sexcapades,” go in for the kill, “...Sir?”

I held my breath while Foster’s deepened into heavy breathing.

“Clever minx.” Several clicks sounded through the line. “You come for me, right now, over the phone, while I tell you what to do and how, and I’ll let you come down to the club and I’ll introduce you to anyone you like.”

I dropped the phone. Dropped it like it’s hot.

No way. I couldn’t. Gray would kill me.

But... I would get exactly what I wanted if I did. The knowledge I was after and the god-damned orgasm my body was craving.

I glanced at the door to my room. Shut and locked.

No. It would be an utter betrayal of Grayson. Getting the contact information for a woman who could answer all my questions and help me figure out what the hell was going on in Gray’s head was important. But, there had to be another way.

What if...?

A muffled sound came from the floor. Oops. I grabbed the phone and put it up to my ear.

“Okay.”

“Not, okay, little brat. Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.” As far as he knew.

“Good girl. Put your phone down and turn it on speaker. You’re going to need two hands and I want to be able to hear everything.”

What have I gotten myself into?

A business exchange. One in which, in the time-honored tradition of the ultra-rich, I was going to cheat. No way I was going to do what he said, but he didn’t have to know that. I could fake it like a porn star.

He got what he wanted and so did I. If I kept telling myself that I could forget about the ugly taste bubbling up from my insides.

I did as he asked and leaned back on my chaise to get comfortable. “Are you going to, uh, join me?”

“No. I get my kicks from knowing you’re under my control. Don’t think for a minute I won’t know if you aren’t doing everything I tell you to do.”

Gulp. Hopefully not. Time to win my academy award. “Okay. I mean, yes, sir.”

“Spread your legs, I want that cunt nice and exposed.”

No problem. The cool air in my room felt good on my hot pussy. A small sigh escaped my lips. This was the closest I’d felt to relief in forever. Because in a house with a hot Dom and a harem, seventy-two hours with no sex was pretty close to an eternity.

“Good girl. Starting with your hair, I want you to trace one finger down around the back of your ear and under your chin. Lightly. Tease your flesh for me.”

That was unexpected. Foster didn’t seem like the teasing type. Where was the demands to shove my fingers into my pussy and start pumping away?”

“Do it, brat.”

Eek. Right. If I was going to pull this off, I’d better get to performing. This was no time for method acting, so I closed my eyes and imagined Gray was doing these things to my body.

A quick gasp followed by a sigh escaped my mouth. I was only half faking it.

“Up to your mouth and suck your finger in. Get it nice and wet.”

Okay, that I could do without any problem. I sucked on two fingers making sure he could hear.

“Run that finger around your nipples, but don’t touch.”

This teasing thing was going to get old fast. If I wanted teasing and denial I could have stuck with Gray and his demands.

“Run that finger all the way down your chest and stomach, but slowly. Count down from ten and when you get to one your finger should be poised above your clit.”

“Ten.” I rolled my eyes, because hell, he couldn’t see anyway.

“Nine.”

“Slower. Your touch should be so light you’re only touching the tiny hairs.

“Eight.” Grayson would have known I was a fast and hard girl.

“Close your eyes. Imagine it’s my finger skimming over you.”

“Seven.” No man’s hands could elicit a reaction from my body like Gray’s. They weren’t soft and smooth, but rough from work. It was the rugged edges that I loved.

“Six.” I could almost feel the caress on my skin. It tickled in a delicious way.

“Five.” In fact, it felt good. Like my skin was just noticing the touch for the first time.

“You should be close to your navel now, swirl around it three times before you move on.”

Each time my hand passed below my belly button tiny butterflies flapped their wings through my lower abdomen. They were anticipating the move to between my legs.

“Four.” The hair on my body reached up to meet the flight of my finger over my skin. The last three numbers couldn’t come fast enough. My arousal had gone from pre-heated to ready to call the fire department.

I opened my eyes and saw my fingers hovering over my skin. Coño. I’d gotten too into this little fantasy. I firmly sat on my hands so that wouldn’t happen again.

“Three...two.” Somehow my voice had gone all breathy.

“Ah, ah, ah. If you don’t follow directions, you have to start all over. Go back up and do three and two again, but I’m being lenient with you. It won’t happen again.”

Good God, I loved the threat of punishment. I’m not sure if I’d really enjoy the actual consequences, but knowing they were there and someone was watching to make sure I played by the rules was a major turn-on. Too bad it wasn’t Gray.

“Three.” I once again imagined Gray’s fingers floating over my body and my pussy responded to the closeness of his imaginary touch like I he was already stroking me. I whimpered.

“Two.” I touched the bare skin above my lower lips. I’d become so wet that I could feel it already. The evidence of how my body had responded to this teasing amped up my level of need by about a thousand percent. I hadn’t known that a simple touch could get me so freaking turned on.

“One.” My clit was so engorged I accidentally skimmed over it trying to hover above it. I couldn’t hold the squeal that burst from my mouth.

“Hmm. You are going to be fun. So very responsive. It’s been too long since I played with anyone as inexperienced as you.”

Ack. I’d done it again. My body was betraying me. I was so turned on, so needy, that I considered for a moment doing everything Foster wanted and more. “I’m so close. Are you going to tell me to touch my clit soon or do I need to do it myself?”

“Ah, you’re asking for that punishment now, aren’t you?”

My body screamed for release. I hoped that if I pushed at his dominance he’d get things moving. “I thought you were going to make me come.”

“I’m not going to make you come, you’re going to come for me. The sooner you learn that, the better it will be for both of us.”

Every nerve in my body was tingling. No way, Jose, or Foster.

“Fuck you.” What was it with all these Doms thinking everything was for them?

“Both hands on your tits. Now.”

Thank god. I folded my arms so my hands were locked against my body. No more doing anything that would increase my frustration. He wasn’t going to make me come and I wasn’t coming for him. I was faking this whole damn thing and I needed to remember that.

“Flick those nipples until they are hard. If you were here I’d be putting them in some alligator clamps.”

I squirmed and pressed my leg together. I loved having my breasts and nipples played with.

“Don’t think you’re allowed to come. Those legs had better be spread wide.”

Fuck a duck. It was like he had a camera in my room.

“What do you have nearby that could be used as nipple clamps?”

“I don’t know. Can’t we skip it and get to the touching myself part?”

“No, you need some punishment and I want to see how you respond to some pain play. Now, think. Some sort of a binder clip or clothespin.”

Who has clothespins in their room? “Uh, I’ve got some clips from the hangers in my closet.”

To make it as real as possible I padded across the room, into my walk-in closet and pulled apart a pants hanger. I snapped the clips a couple times so he could hear.

“Good, put them on your nipples.”

I knew how clamps felt, so I hissed a little, feigning pain.

“Yes, that’s it. Now tell me, how’s your pussy feel?”

I was so wet the moisture coated the inside of my thighs. My clit begged for attention. “Greedy.”

That was no lie.

“Good. Now’s time for your punishment.”