Free Beck And Call by Abby Gordon Page B

or witty comments about the dialogue, but
    gave up after thirty minutes. As the romantic comedy
    droned on, she pulled into herself and went over the
    phone conversation with master. Debbie made a few
    incoherent comments about the men in the
    Programming Department that pulled Serena out of
    her daze. When she pressed for more information
    though, Debbie refused to say anything else. Compared
    to their previous movie marathons, the night was a
    bust. Clearly, when all three were having ‘men’
    problems, romantic movies were off the viewing list.
    The next morning, Serena’s alarm clock went off.
    “It’s Saturday, dammit,” she groaned reaching over
    to shut the thing off. Her gaze fell on the cell phone
    she’d left on the nightstand. “Master,” she whispered.
    Heat flooded her pussy. He would be calling at ten.
    Twenty minutes. She sat up and groaned. Taking a
    deep breath, she slowly put her feet on the ground.
    “Oooo, coffee,” she whimpered.
    Entering the kitchen she saw the four empty bottles
    lined up on the counter and grimaced.
    “Coffee,” she muttered and was exceedingly grateful
    she’d set it up the night before. Hitting the on-switch,
    she turned the radio on. The music blasted and she
    promptly turned it off. “Wrong answer,” she shook her
    head. “Aspirin,” she said. “Now that’s the right answer.”
    Heading into her bathroom, she found the bottle
    and popped two in her mouth. Drinking a glass of water,
    she brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face.
    Feeling more human, she returned to the kitchen to
    find the coffee nearly ready. She was taking her second
    sip when the phone in the bedroom rang. He was early!
    “Master,” she gasped, hurrying to find the phone. It
    was on her nightstand. “Master?”
    “Expecting someone else?” he chuckled. “How was
    last night?”
    “A bit somber,” she replied. “We kept a vineyard in
    business. I don’t remember drinking that much, but we
    finished off four bottles.”
    “How are you feeling?”
    “I’ve taken aspirin and I have my coffee,” she
    sighed. “I’ll be okay in a little bit.”
    “Good,” he said decisively. “Get the vibrator and
    lube and snuggle back against the pillows.”
    Remembering how she had felt the night before,
    Serena scrambled to get the items.
    “Put the phone on speaker?” she asked, clambering
    back under the covers.
    “Yes,” he approved. “Good girl. Ready?”
    She hit the button.
    “Yes.”
    “Put lube on the vibrator and put it inside you.”
    She raced to comply. It took a second to get the
    vibrator inside her as her body resisted the intrusion
    even with the lube.
    “It’s harder than it was yesterday,” she told him.
    “I’m not as ready as I was.”
    “You knew I was going to call,” he replied sternly.
    “You should always be ready for me.”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d want me to do this,”
    she trembled. “I told you I’ve only been with two men.
    Todd…” she stopped and tried to get control of herself.
    “Todd…”
    “Shh,” he murmured. “Take a breath and tell me
    slowly. Why did you break up with him?”
    “It was a lot of things,” she finally said. The vibrator
    still inside her, she rolled onto her side and curled up.
    “He wanted to go out and have fun and didn’t like me
    studying all the time.”
    “Studying?”
    “I’ve been working on my MBA at Columbia the
    past four years and finally graduated in June. My
    grandfather was diagnosed with dementia three years
    ago and then with cancer. But he always knew who I
    was when I visited him and he was with me when I
    graduated. He was so proud of me.”
    “What did your grandfather think of him?”
    “I was his only granddaughter,” she smiled. “He
    didn’t like any of the boys I dated in high school and
    definitely didn’t like Todd. He said Todd only cared
    about the outside of a person and that if I stayed with
    him he would suck the life out of me.”
    “What do