Page 28 of His Turn

“You did,” I say. “Good night, Nadia.”

I reach over for the phone and tab the end button. Then I lie there, eyes closed, and start to drift. I picture the entire conversation in my head again. Try to remember all the dirty things she said. My cock, which was well on its way to flaccid, jumps back to attention with the memory. Jesus. That was some good phone sex. She really knows how to…

I open my eyes and sit up. Blink a few times to clear my blurry vision.

She really knows how to take control, is the rest of my thought.

Control.

That fucking bitch. She just dominated me, didn’t she?

Did I actually ask her where she wanted me to come?

I stand up and look down at my pants.

Fucking hell. Come all over my front. They might be ruined. My hand is sticky with it. My heart is still beating faster than it should. My cock is still semi-hard because I’m still fucking thinking about the experience she just gave me.

Goddamn it.

I look over at my phone and bring her picture back up on the screen.

She is sexy as fuck. But she’s a manipulative little cunt. I will make her pay for this little move. I will make her fucking pay.

“Nadia Wolfe,” I say, walking into my bedroom to get undressed. “You are not the dom in this relationship.”

I hope her little trick was worth it. Because tomorrow, I’m gonna show her what submission really looks like.

I have a scenario in my head immediately. One I haven’t had to use in a very long time. One that will have her writhing, and moaning, and screaming our names. One that will have her begging for more and begging us to stop at the same time.

One that will definitely show her who’s boss.