Page 28 of Right Number, Wrong Man
You got a choice to make. Obey me and this game continues. Or you can be a fucking brat and I’ll block this number.
My jaw drops with a gasp. He has no right to order me around!
While I channel my outrage into a text, another message interrupts me.
Unknown
I see you typing, but I don’t want an answer. I want you to put those nimble fingers to good use playing with your cunt. Send me a video of you edging yourself. Clit only, no penetration. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.
Do it or I’m gone.
I fight back the impulse to throw my phone across the room and hurl my panties onto the front row instead. My ribs tighten with anger, but heat rises between my legs. Desperate for stimulation, I press my thighs together and my slick pussy aches at the friction.
This man is infuriating! Doubly so because even though I’m pissed off, my body tinglesall over.
Didn’t I want to be more spontaneous and adventurous?
My hands shake with adrenaline as I hop up on the pedestal below the movie screen. Unfolding the kick stand on my phone case, I angle the device at me and hit record.
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HAILEY
I hike up my skirt,spreading my legs for the camera. Lightning zaps through me as I part my glistening pussy and circle my clit.
The bastard’s arrogance is exasperating, but I don’t want him to go away. If I’m already this turned on from his dirty texts… what more could he do to me?
Wincing, I stop touching myself. My core winds tight with frustration, but I still obey his orders and wait until my lust ebbs. I rub my clit again, two fingers dragging to my entrance, teasing, but not pushing inside. When I balance on the brink, I end the recording and send it.
I’ve never denied myself an orgasm and now I know why. It’s hell.
Waiting for his response is like sitting on a beehive. My lower body buzzes with need and I want to come so badly it hurts. Finally, my phone chimes.
Unknown
Damn, I wish I could feel how wet your gorgeous pussy is for me. You’d take Daddy’s thick cock so well.
Imagine my hands on your waist, sliding lower and lower until I cup your sex, my thumb slowly massaging your clit.
Iwhimper. I’ve never whimpered before, but the pulsing in my center is too much. My resistance melts like snow in spring. Suddenly, I’d do anything he ordered me to, I’d crawl and beg for another dirty text.
My dignity has left the building, though I’m not sad to see her go. Bye, bitch! You didn’t put up much of a fight, anyway.
Me
I’ll be good for you, Daddy…
Unknown
Stretch your cunt with three fingers, my sweet girl. Fuck yourself until you’re close, but don’t come. Got that?
Me
Yes, Sir.
Starting a new recording, I push three fingers against my entrance. I’m soaked, but I usually start with two fingers and work my way up. Three right away will be tough. That’s probably why he told me to do it.
He knows it’ll hurt a bit and he wants to see me torture myself for him. This man is a twisted sadist, but I’m as depraved as he is because Iwantto be in pain for him.
