Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) by Dee Palmer

hot wet mouth over and suck; pulling the hard nub into my mouth and scraping the sensitive flesh with my teeth. I want to make you moan.” His voice is so deep with desire I think he could be reciting a grocery list and I would still melt to hear his voice but the words he is saying has me on fire, has me wanton, has me helpless.
    “Arghhh.” I can feel his warm mouth around me sucking, pulling, grazing my puckered nipple. My back arches from the bed and I squeeze and pinch to get some relief. I let out an agonising moan.
    “My hand is holding your hips steady and I’m putting slight pressure on the indents above the bone, do you feel that?”
    I jump a little. “Yes Sir.” I manage to reply, frankly I’m surprised I can respond at all I’m so hot. The throb between my legs is unbearable.
    “Your legs are wide, you are open wide for me, you’re so responsive, you’re so fucking wet.” I hear him moan but I jolt at this a sharp reminder of this afternoon, the exact words Daniel used but maybe I’m over sensitive, pretty standard words in this type of situation I’m sure.
    “Lola?” I’m back with him. “Take my fingers, run them down between your breasts and I want you to take your index finger and sweep it down between your velvet folds. I want you to see how wet you are; how wet you are just for me.” I hear him moan and his breathing is more laboured. It makes me smile but then I gasp as my finger trails through my slick sex. Fuck I’m going to come.
    “Hold it Lola! You don’t get to come until I say you can come.” His demanding tone leaves no room for discussion.
    What? Really? Luckily my outrage at this new information was only in my head, I don’t want to voice this, I don’t want him to stop.
    “My fingers are stroking the depths of you, I want you to sink two fingers inside yourself, can you feel how tight you are? How you grip and squeeze? You’re so greedy.” An audible moan softly escapes my mouth.
    I do what he asks, the build-up in me is intense, I start to tremble and my breathing is rapid and shallow. I can’t help but release a deep needful moan. I am panting, waiting for my next instruction, desperate to hear him tell me what to do to take me over the edge.
    Nothing, my heart beat is hammering, I have sweat gathered in droplets on my forehead. I crawl up from the sprawled position I had found myself in and grab the phone. I check to see if I still have a connection, looking at the screen I can see the seconds continue to tick and the call that has lasted an excruciatingly delicious thirty minutes continues in silence.
    “Sir?” I am more than a little breathless but my imminent climax has retreated.
    “Lola?” His steady reply is followed by silence. I am instantly cooled. “Did you come Lola?”
    “No Sir.” I can’t hide the frustration in my voice.
    “Good.” He laughs lightly. “Be sure you don’t. I want you to remain frustrated. Consider it your punishment.”
    “What the . . .” I snap my mouth shut before he interrupts.
    “-Something you want to say?” His voice is seductive again as he interrupts me from crying out what would’ve been something more than impolite. I’m fuming but petulantly reply.
    “No Sir.”
    “Good girl, until tomorrow night.” The line goes dead.
    I repeat ‘What the Fuck!’ to myself, safe in the knowledge I won’t be punished this time. I am hot, frustrated and exhausted but even so I can’t bring myself to finish the deed.I am thankful for the small mercy that I receive no more calIs for the remainder of my thirty minutes on duty. Once my time is up, I slump angrily into my plethora of pillows and settle down to a restless night,

I HAD A dreadful nights sleep and I woke in a foul mood but despite the lack of sleep I was surging with energy and decided to go for a run. I don’t tend to do this often, as walking keeps me fit and Marco insists on taking me to a Krav Maga class at least once a week; ‘single girl; big bad