This week’s topic was perfect, if she did say so herself. It had sexiness, sassiness and was sure to cause more than a few gasps throughout Talbot’s Peak. There would be gasps of outrage from the non-shifter folk, even though you know darn well that they were secret dialer's. Gasps of pleasure from the shifters who liked to get down and dirty and even twitters of enjoyment from those too shy to jump into the phone sex game with both feet—they’d dip their toes though.
Now that she had the steps written down it was time to try them out, to make sure they would work.
Step one: Call your lover, or someone you’d like to be your lover.
No problem, she could do that. Ziva grabbed the handset rather than the headset to give her a more private feel and dialed up the boss.
Step two: Take control from the get-go. Don’t allow your lover to speak first, be the aggressor.
Ziva used her wolf’s enhanced hearing and listened for the phone to be picked up on the other end of the line. Once it was, she jumped ahead of his greeting with a few words of her own. “Don’t speak, just listen…”
Step three: Start with a warm-up, no need to jump to the most graphic vision first.
“I’ve been watching you move through the newsroom, your fingers stroking each desk with a lovers touch. You strum each piece of wood like you are memorizing each of its dips and grooves…”
Step four: Turn up the heat, throw in a naughty word or two.
“I’d really like to know how those fingers feel plucking at my nipples and eagerly skating their way down my body to fuck their way deep inside my lonely pussy.”
Step five: Create an unforgettable visual, don’t be afraid to say it like it is.
“I’m a screamer, so in order to contain my vocal appreciation of your fabulous work you may need to fill my mouth with something…”
Step six: And finally, follow-up with a whispered come on and a softly smacking kiss.
“Do you have any ideas about what you might use? Mmmm…” ~smooch~
Ziva sat back in her chair and put her feet up on the desk. She was darn proud of her quick thinking conversation. Nick must be licking the phone considering how close his panting sounded. God she just loved messing with him this way.
“THERE HAD BETTER NOT BE ANYONE ON THE OTHER END OF THAT LINE.”
The loud, angry, ground out words came from behind her and not through the phone as she’d expected. The surprise caused an overextension of her body and a tilting of the chair. Ziva went ass over teakettle and ended up on the floor, legs askew and panties showing, but she still held onto the phone.
“Nick,” she squeaked, slightly worried about the green-eyed wolf growling and slavering over the top of her when she heard the soft chuckle come through the phone line.
“Well, Z, I have a nice buttery-soft ball-gag I’m sure the boys won’t mind sharing with you, but I have to insist you call me, Mistress.”
Penelope’s laugh was abruptly cut off when Nick ripped the cord from the wall and shattered the phone.
Clearly, the steps needed some tweaking…
“Mine!” Nick growled, finally stating the one word she’d been longing to hear.
Or did they?
