Finding The Limits (The Limitless Trilogy Book 1) by Harper Cole Page A
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relationship" anyway. That kind of future was anathema to me. I was worried that I'd end up like my parents, living glass-fragile delicate lives separately yet together, individuals caught up in a tentative dance. My father was a bully and a womanizer, and my mother was in and out of therapy and the gin bottle. Yet they stayed married, even though everyone in the high society that they mingled in knew exactly what was going on.
I was many things, but I was not my father, and I never would be.
Yet still I wanted to have Jas, and own her, and contain her - but then I'd destroy exactly what I admired about her. I wanted to have the essence of her - which was independence. Jasmine was about not being owned, and I wanted to capture that.
The pain of the beautiful paradox, I mused.
She followed my thoughts all day and as Sunday evening rolled around, I decided to phone her.
She picked up right away, and I gave her no room to wriggle: as soon as she answered, I said, "Take off your clothes."
"Andrew?"
"Sir."
She didn't answer straight away. I knew I'd made it clear that this was a sexual situation and I was throbbing with anticipation already. Would she fight me?
"Yes, sir," she said at last. "One moment."
I heard a slithering sound and a fuzz of static as she had to put the handset down briefly. Then she said, "Okay, right. I'm … uh, naked. How about you?"
"It doesn't matter about me. This is about you. Are your curtains open?"
"The drapes? No, it's dark out."
"Open them."
"But I'm-"
"Naked. Yes."
I heard them swish. I hoped she was telling the truth, not trying to trick me. "There you go. Okay, so, where do you want me?" There was a nervous laugh in her voice.
"Have you ever had phone sex before?" I asked her.
"Did I ever - oh, no I did not. This is kinda new to me. I have a webcam-"
"That won't be necessary. Go to your sofa and lie down."
"My - oh, right."
"Sofa, couch, whatever you say."
"Okay. I'm lying down. Do I just wait for you to tell me what to do…?"
I couldn't help smiling. At a distance, like this, she seemed so much more innocent and vulnerable. I wondered why. In person, I was sure she'd be as abrasive and challenging as usual. Now, it seemed she was well out of her comfort zone.
And how much of her day to day aggression was an act?
Oh, she was the perfect little project. My cock hardened and I unzipped myself to free it. "I'm rock hard," I told her. "I'm thinking about your wet pussy. Touch yourself. Spread your cunt lips open. Are you wet for me, yet?"
I didn't imagine she would be, not as instantly as I could get hard, but she said, "I'm getting wet, yes, sir."
"Put a finger inside yourself."
"Ohh…"
"Two fingers. Spread them apart. Now pull them out. What do you taste like? Let me hear you suck your fingers."
She made it obvious that her fingers were in her mouth and I heard the wet sound of her lips. "I'm … I dunno," she said, laughing. "I don't know how to describe that."
"Touch your nipples. Squeeze them. Imagine I'm sucking on them. I'm biting them." As I spoke, I remembered the way her perfect red nubs would harden and extend. My free hand was wrapped around my cock now, as her breasts bounced in my mind. I would have to make a video. Yes, that would be my next project. A video of her masturbating.
"I'm pinching them." Her voice was getting low and breathy, and I could see her in my imagination, one hand clutching her breast, her fingers sinking into the flesh.
"Stroke your clit."
"Oh…"
"Remember how I didn't let you cum last night? You were so wet. So ready. You wanted me inside you, didn't you? You sucked on my cock like you were hungry for it. What about now? Are you hungry for me, now?"
"Oh God, yes, sir, I am. I'm wet…" Her sentences were choppy now, broken up as she had to juggle my orders, and speaking to me. "I wanted you. I want you now."
"Did you bring yourself off last night?"
"No, sir, I did not."
I was impressed. I would have expected her to do
I was many things, but I was not my father, and I never would be.
Yet still I wanted to have Jas, and own her, and contain her - but then I'd destroy exactly what I admired about her. I wanted to have the essence of her - which was independence. Jasmine was about not being owned, and I wanted to capture that.
The pain of the beautiful paradox, I mused.
She followed my thoughts all day and as Sunday evening rolled around, I decided to phone her.
She picked up right away, and I gave her no room to wriggle: as soon as she answered, I said, "Take off your clothes."
"Andrew?"
"Sir."
She didn't answer straight away. I knew I'd made it clear that this was a sexual situation and I was throbbing with anticipation already. Would she fight me?
"Yes, sir," she said at last. "One moment."
I heard a slithering sound and a fuzz of static as she had to put the handset down briefly. Then she said, "Okay, right. I'm … uh, naked. How about you?"
"It doesn't matter about me. This is about you. Are your curtains open?"
"The drapes? No, it's dark out."
"Open them."
"But I'm-"
"Naked. Yes."
I heard them swish. I hoped she was telling the truth, not trying to trick me. "There you go. Okay, so, where do you want me?" There was a nervous laugh in her voice.
"Have you ever had phone sex before?" I asked her.
"Did I ever - oh, no I did not. This is kinda new to me. I have a webcam-"
"That won't be necessary. Go to your sofa and lie down."
"My - oh, right."
"Sofa, couch, whatever you say."
"Okay. I'm lying down. Do I just wait for you to tell me what to do…?"
I couldn't help smiling. At a distance, like this, she seemed so much more innocent and vulnerable. I wondered why. In person, I was sure she'd be as abrasive and challenging as usual. Now, it seemed she was well out of her comfort zone.
And how much of her day to day aggression was an act?
Oh, she was the perfect little project. My cock hardened and I unzipped myself to free it. "I'm rock hard," I told her. "I'm thinking about your wet pussy. Touch yourself. Spread your cunt lips open. Are you wet for me, yet?"
I didn't imagine she would be, not as instantly as I could get hard, but she said, "I'm getting wet, yes, sir."
"Put a finger inside yourself."
"Ohh…"
"Two fingers. Spread them apart. Now pull them out. What do you taste like? Let me hear you suck your fingers."
She made it obvious that her fingers were in her mouth and I heard the wet sound of her lips. "I'm … I dunno," she said, laughing. "I don't know how to describe that."
"Touch your nipples. Squeeze them. Imagine I'm sucking on them. I'm biting them." As I spoke, I remembered the way her perfect red nubs would harden and extend. My free hand was wrapped around my cock now, as her breasts bounced in my mind. I would have to make a video. Yes, that would be my next project. A video of her masturbating.
"I'm pinching them." Her voice was getting low and breathy, and I could see her in my imagination, one hand clutching her breast, her fingers sinking into the flesh.
"Stroke your clit."
"Oh…"
"Remember how I didn't let you cum last night? You were so wet. So ready. You wanted me inside you, didn't you? You sucked on my cock like you were hungry for it. What about now? Are you hungry for me, now?"
"Oh God, yes, sir, I am. I'm wet…" Her sentences were choppy now, broken up as she had to juggle my orders, and speaking to me. "I wanted you. I want you now."
"Did you bring yourself off last night?"
"No, sir, I did not."
I was impressed. I would have expected her to do
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