CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“I still can’t believe Spencer walked in on you.” Shelby giggled as she preened on the sun deck of her Cobalt A40 in her white bikini.

I was relieved that she hadn’t brought any boys with us today. Apparently once J.J. had become too busy with football camp, Shelby moved on. She’d taken up with some minor league baseball player, but fortunately he was busy today so it was just the two of us and one of her minions, who drove the boat and offered drink refills whenever necessary.

The lake was calm today, and the water sparkled with diamond ripples as we rocked peacefully.

“I know. I was mortified.” I slathered sunscreen on my chest, and passed the tube over to Shelby.

“So this new guy, he gives you instructions on what to do, how to masturbate and stuff? That’s wild, but kinda hot.”

I’d told Shelby a little about my online conversations with MC, but only enough to explain what had happened with Spencer barging in on me in flagrante.

“Yeah. It is.” I didn’t want to risk Shelby’s disapproval, so rather than elaborate, I tried changing the subject. “I called that divorce lawyer you recommended. He says that since we don’t have any kids and my father made him sign a prenup, things are fairly straightforward. The papers are filed and everything should be completed in a few weeks.”

“No fight from Spencer?”

“None, but that doesn’t surprise me since he’s the one who initiated the divorce in the first place.”

“Yeah, but I would have expected him to fight you more for some of your money.” Shelby tapped her lips with a well-manicured nail.

“He wouldn’t have gotten anywhere, so it would have just been a waste of time and money. At least that’s what the lawyer said.”

“I’m sure he’s right. You just got lucky, that’s all.”

“How’s that?” Not much about getting divorced made me think “lucky.”

“He was a shitty husband, Sophie. You didn’t have to try to kick him to the curb and have him not want to go, to fight you, and all that. Lord, those divorces can be exhausting. I’m not saying yours is actually amicable, but it seems to be going a lot more smoothly than most. I’ve known people who it took three or more years to get divorced! So that’s what I mean. You’re lucky this thing isn’t going to drag out forever, and now you’re free to move on with your life.”

“Good point.” I hadn’t really thought of those things, I’d been too busy feeling like a failure for getting a divorce in the first place. My parents weren’t happy about it, especially my mother. She definitely thought I should have found a way to make it work, and she wasn’t afraid to tell me so.

Shelby handed me back the sunscreen. “Hey, what’s that on your hand?” She pointed at the “M” on one finger and the “C” on the other.

Crap! I’d hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“Um, that’s the guy’s initials,” I blurted, too rattled to try to come up with a good lie.

“What do they stand for?”

I froze. I was not about to tell her Master and Commander. She’d die. So I said the first thing that came to mind, “Michael Coleman.”

“Michael Coleman, that’s his name?” Even through her sunglasses I could feel her penetrating gaze.

“Yep.” Uneasy, I flipped over onto my stomach so she couldn’t see my face.

“But why do you have his initials on your fingers? Oh my God, that’s not a tattoo, is it?”

She grabbed for my hand, but I yanked it back.

“No, it’s just ink from a pen.”

“Okay, okay.” She sounded a little dejected. “But why do you have it there?”

“He wanted me to, okay?” I said, sounding more peeved than I intended.

“All right. This guy sounds really intense. Are you going to meet him in person, or is this just a fling to get you warmed up for dating in real life?”

“No, it’s just a fling.” What MC and I did couldn’t be conceived of as dating under anyone’s rules. Was he helping me get ready to date in real life? Just the opposite. The more attached I grew to him, the less interested I was in meeting someone in real life. Plus, the fantasy was such a huge part of it. What MC was really like on the other end of the computer… Did I even want to know that person? I didn’t think so. That “real” person would likely be filled with flaws, the same as everyone, but the way things were—we both only brought our best selves to the table. At least so far.

“Okay. Well, let me know when you get ready for me to set you up. I’m sure Peter has plenty of cute friends.”

“The baseball player?”

“Yeah. Did I tell you he plays for the Tulsa Drillers?”

“You did,” I said, glad that the conversation had turned away from her.

“Their logo is a big ‘T’ with a drop at the bottom. If you ask me it looks like a big cock, dripping semen.” She giggled.

I laughed, thinking that was a logo MC would probably approve of.

Later we jumped in the water, swam a bit, and made a few runs on the water skis. When they dropped me off that night I was starting to feel a little bit of heat on my shoulders, which I hoped wouldn’t turn into a burn.

I showered, covered myself with aloe and cocoa butter lotion, and admired my new tan in the mirror. Lying in the sun was awful for my skin, which was why I’d used tons of sunscreen, but you couldn’t beat how great you looked after a day in the sun.

Having spent the entire afternoon away from the computer, I was eager to check in and see if MC had sent me anything. I was thrilled to find he had.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MC’s message to me read:

BEDTIME COME SESSION

So you’re aching to come are you? The little slut needs some release. We need to get you primed and ready. You will follow the step-by-step instructions, however you may move on to the next command change at your own pace… Make that sweet hole feel good, li’l girl.

Get out a roll of duct tape and your favorite toy. Strip away your clothes and wrap the tape around one ankle several times, pull the tape off the roll about 24” and start twisting it until it creates a tape rope. Next wind the tape around your other ankle so it won’t rip.

Now repeat the whole exercise for your wrist only leaving about 15” between your wrists. Lie back and spread your knees wide.

You need that sweet fuckhole nice and wet, so you will take one hand and pull back the hood and make that li’l clit pop out to play. Hold the hood back while the pad of your fingertip from the other hand circles your clit head lightly. Stroke, circle, stroke, circle. Now take your nail and stroke the tip very lightly. Then dig that nail in until it takes your breath away. Toy with that clit. Spank it, spank it again and again. Faster. Harder. Circle it again with the pad of your fingertip. Force that clit to swell and apply more pressure. Take that fuck bud under your finger and move it side to side. You need that cunt soaked, your scent filling the room.

Drive two fingers deep inside that wet hole, push them deep until you can caress your back wall. Curl your fingers up inside and pull them back, raking along the roof of your cunt, feeling all the textures inside. Move those fingers back and forth across that roof. Softly at first and then harder. Work that roof and lather that hot hole.

Now that we have you soaking wet, you will collect all your juices on your fingers and wipe them on both sides of your neck. Fingers back in to collect more of your juices to spread over your face cheeks. Take in your sweet scent as you go down to collect more juices. Spread them across your lips for you to taste and smell.

Now take your thumb and start fucking that hole deep and hard. Pound it and keep sliding your thumb in and out across the floor of your sweetness. Fuck it good, fuck it deep. Grind that thumb along the floor of your cunt. Throw your hips against your thumb and take it like a good girl. Keep thumb-fucking that hole… drive it deep and rake the floor of your cunt. Don’t fucking stop.