Make Me Beg for It by C. Margery Kempe Page A

simply be ego trolling, for all she knew. Distract yourself , she scolded, reading headlines instead of waiting for him to respond. But it was only seven minutes later that his response arrived.
    I won’t this time.
    Feeling like a teen again, she turned on the chat function and the words flew between them. He was in Norwich, she in London. He had been married and divorced to a woman named Marilyn; she had been with Bryan for nearly five years. Andrei worked with computers, Natalia continued her life in public relations. They were both doing well. They were both unattached.
    Give me your mobile number.
    Why did she hesitate? Natalia tapped her fingers on the keyboard without pressing the keys. Everything was so complicated. The things she’d discovered about her own libido, the things Bryan couldn’t or wouldn’t do—they were the reasons she’d kicked him out. I know what I want . Natalia looked at Andrei’s picture again. I just don’t know if you will want to do them.
    In the end, she sent the number, determined she would not wait for him to call. Natalia had just squeezed some dishwashing liquid into the sink when her phone buzzed. Hmm, a message not a call. Coward! But she had a broad grin when she turned off the water to go pick up the phone.
    After all this time , the tiny print on the screen said, I still enjoy you.
    “That’s because I’m wonderful,” Natalia said as she typed the letters in with her thumbs, “It’s a pity you didn’t figure it out sooner.” She clicked the button to send the text, satisfaction filling her head. It was no less than the truth.
    Natalia looked at the sink full of dishes. Screw it! She grabbed the phone and went into the sitting room. It was already vibrating and chiming before she flopped into her most comfy chair.
    I was an idiot: weak and foolish.
    Natalia drew in a deep breath. She would let him know right up front where she was: no sense in getting her hopes up if he was going to disappoint. She’d had too much of that as it was. “Are you any stronger now?” She whispered the words as she typed. “Because I need someone strong: someone who can bring me to my knees.”
    A longer pause ensued this time before his response. Natalia had begun to think she should turn on the television or at least the radio when the phone went off again.
    On your knees? Now there’s a tempting picture. Yum.
    Natalia certainly thought so. The image of herself ordered to her knees always filled her with a special thrill. “Are you strong enough to put me there?” she typed, cursing at her typos and correcting the spelling. Her lust was getting the better of her, addling her brain again. It had been far too long since she’d had the prospect of a yummy fuck ahead of her. The trip down memory lane fueled her fantasy.
    Another chime. So how would you be dressed in this little scenario?
    Uh uh , Natalia thought, you’re new at this, boy .
    Her fingers flew over the keypad, a grim smile frozen on her lips. “That’s not how it works for me. I’m expecting you to command me.” Let’s see what you think of this. She hit send and leaned back in the chair. Her clit already throbbed. God, if he disappointed—well, she still had a very good prep for a little play with Gigi later. I love a rechargeable sex toy , Natalia thought, well worth the price . She refused to look at the phone. When it vibrated in her lap, however, she grabbed it at once.
    You’re in a grey business suit , she read greedily. Your sales figures for the last quarter were atrocious.
    Natalia licked her lips. She was pleased he didn’t go with naughty schoolgirl, though that costume had its place. It was a promising start. “I swear I’ll do better next quarter! The elections are bound to create a bit of a bump in the economic situation,” she noticed herself saying each word while she typed, and her heart raced.
    She found it easy to picture the scene: her grey suit had a flattering fit, the peplum jacket