The Riding Master by Alexandrea Weis Page A

soon.” He paused. “Take off your shirt and bra.”
    She fumbled with her clothes as he waited patiently on the phone.
    “All right, they’re off,” she told him, reclining back on the bed.
    “Now slide your underwear down and drop them along with your jeans to the floor. I want you naked on the bed. Then, I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Trent.” She kicked off her jeans and tossed her beige silk panties to the floor. As she lay naked on the bed, the burning desire coursing up from her groin began to take over her senses.
    “I’m naked. What do you want me to do?”
    Nothing. There were no words, no sounds from him. The absence of any noise from the phone speaker went on for what felt like an eternity to Rayne; then, very softly, he ordered, “Open your legs, reach down, and touch yourself.”
    Gulping back her disbelief at what she was about to do, she slowly lowered her hand to the valley between her legs. When her fingers touched her moist flesh, she sighed.  
    “Do you like the way it feels?” His voice was like a drug.
    “Yes,” she moaned into the phone.
    “Run your fingers up and down. Think of me as you do it. I want you to think only of me, Rayne.”
    She imagined Trent beside her in the bed, his muscular chest, tanned arms, and supple hands rubbing against her. She tried to taste his kiss on her lips, the way he had kissed her in the kitchen, and then a jolt of electricity zipped through her.
    “What do you feel, Rayne?”
    She yanked her hand away. “What do I feel?” she echoed, becoming nervous. “I’m not sure what you—”
    “Relax. It’s not a test. I just want to know how this makes you feel.”
    “Silly,” she confessed into the phone. “I’ve never done this before, and I’m beginning to understand why.”
    “It’s just like when you do it alone, but this time I get to listen in. Now tell me how you feel. Are you turned on?”
    She let out a long breath. “You have to ask?”
    “What you are feeling? Describe it to me.”
    “I feel warm and tingly all over.”
    “Close your eyes and picture me there, lying beside you. What would you want me to do to you?”
    She closed her eyes, and her mind was consumed with images of him. “I would want you to touch me…there.”
    “Put your hand where you would want mine to be.”
    She slowly moved her hand back between her legs.
    “Think of me and do what you would want me to do,” he went on. “Your hands are my hands.”
    The sound of his voice over the phone speaker was mesmerizing. She worked her fingers up and down her folds as she imagined Trent touching her in the exact same way. The urgency in her groin rose as her fingers moved faster.
    “Rayne, I want to hear you say my name.”
    “Trent,” she gasped.
    “Do you like how this feels?”
    “Oh God,” she moaned as her approaching orgasm crept up her belly.
    “Do you want me inside of you?” 
    “Yes,” she cried out.
    “Are you going to come for me?”
    She ached for release as she stroked her sensitive nub. Rayne could feel the tension bending her like a taut bow. “Yes, yes, I can feel it….” She groaned as her body flexed.
    “That’s it,” Trent calmly encouraged. “Let go, baby.”
    Rayne threw her head back and cried out as a burst of white heat tore through her.
    When she settled on the bed, breathing hard and feeling a light film of sweat covering her brow, she forgot for a moment about the man listening on the other end of her phone.
    “I wish I could hold you in my arms.” Trent’s voice was like velvet.
    She opened her eyes, and as if realizing what she had just done, her glow of satisfaction quickly turned into a flush of shame.
    “God, did I really just…? I can’t believe I—”
    “Hey, don’t do that,” he cut in. “It was wonderful, Rayne. You brought you and me pleasure, and there is nothing wrong with that.”
    She clapped her hand over her eyes. “I feel