It was the crack of dawn when I opened my eyes on Saturday morning. I could tell because the room was dark enough to know the sun wasn’t up, but light enough to know that it wasn’t far away. Shutting my eyes, still foggy from sleep, I had tried to force my self to fall back into the blissful slumber that had been mine five minutes previous, but my mind had other ideas. Liam’s stupidly handsome face appeared behind my eyes; quickly followed by an action replay of him tongue fucking my ass. My body reacted the same way it had every other time I had thought about him. Spasms of pleasure shot through my pussy, pooling in my stomach. I pressed my thighs together, pulling my knees up to quell the throbbing sensations between my legs; it didn’t do much good. Giving in to the inevitable, I had let my mind replay the whole night in graphic detail. My nipples strained against the thin material of my pyjama vest. My fingers absentmindedly began circling them while I got lost in my fantasy. The feeling seemed to be connected directly to my clit, because before I knew what was happening my hand had found its way to the soggy mess between my legs. My fingers pushed into my sopping hole, my palm rubbed my aching clit. That wasn’t the first time I had masturbated over Liam. Since last Saturday, all I’d seemed to do when I was alone was rub one out, while replaying the delights of that wonderful night. The feel of his hands against my skin. His talented fingers playing me like a sweet song; and not to mention the taste of his mouth-wateringly tasty cock. I lost control, desperately pumping my fingers in and out noisily. The fire in my clit grew with each stroke of my palm. I moaned softly while imaging that it was Liam. His authoritative voice had rung out loud and clear in my mind. Come for me, my dirty girl. My body erupted, exploding into oblivion. The quiet room had been filled with nothing but the wet sounds of my fingers and my garbled moans. My body convulsed, my orgasm destroyed all coherent thought. I kept my palm pushed against the sensitive nub, soaking up the last few ripples of pleasure, while my body floated back down. Sighing, I closed my eyes. It had been a week since the night that had changed everything. A long, torturous week. I’d spoken to Liam twice on the phone and we’d texted every day. We hadn’t discussed the little “I want to be your sub,” bombshell; and to be honest I was glad. I’d had time to reflect on the rashness of my decision; and although I still wanted him badly, I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted that. I’d done my homework. In fact, I had done nothing but read up on dominance and submission. The thought of it was hot as hell and…