Page 39 of Right Number, Wrong Man
A bit. But you’re the fun kind of mean.
Me
Cause you like being ordered around like a good little slut?
Hailey
Yes, Sir.
Me
Tell me what you were thinking about last night when you were touching yourself.
Her hand hovers above the phone. Even without the scope, I can see the hesitation and shame in her rounding shoulders.
Hailey
It’s a variation of this fantasy I have, but… it’s weird. You’ll probably think I’m a pervert. My ex called me a basket case when I told him about it.
Rage spears through me. First Miketreats her like a freak and then he goes out and cheats? He was an even bigger hypocrite than I thought.
Pity the bastard’s already in the ground and waking the dead ain’t a thing like in the movies. Wish it was, so I could resurrect him and kill him all over again. Slower this time. Then I’d kill him a third time. A fourth, just for fun.
But my pent-up anger at my dead brother can wait. Hailey needs me right now and I want her to feel safe. Seen. Heard. Understood. I want her to know that she can open up to me.
Me
Ain’t nobody in this world who’s a bigger pervert than me. I promise I won’t judge you, but I can’t promise I won’t try to make your fantasy come true…
A small smile curls her lips. I grin, too, staring at the three dots while she types.
Hailey
The fantasy starts with me alone in bed, naked. The room is dark and I’m just falling asleep when I hear a noise. A tall man stalks from the shadows in the corner. I know it’s you, but I can’t see your face because you’re wearing a mask.
Me
Tell Daddy every detail of your dirty fantasy. And don’t you dare sneak a hand between those perfect thighs.
She presses her fingers to her throat. Sharing her fantasy is getting her hot, but I’m no better off.
I just love flustering her.
That moment when her stubborn, bratty attitudetransforms into shy bashfulness… it’s priceless. Cute. And so sexy, blood rushes to my cock in an instant. My balls are ready to burst and I palm my erection through my pants, even if it hurts from all my solo activities last night.
Hailey
Wordlessly, you grab my neck, pushing me down on the mattress and I feel your rough jeans rubbing along my thighs as you slide between them. You hold a hunting knife to my throat to keep me quiet while you take out your hard, pierced cock.
Recklessly, you push aside my panties and ram into my wet cunt with no regard for my comfort.
It hurts, but it feels so good. You don’t speak and you don’t stop. You fuck me until you spill inside me, painting my pussy with your hot cum.
My thoughts whirl. This idea of hers sounds a lot like our first time together, only harsher. Does that mean she hasn’t forgotten?
Me
You’re a naughty girl to dream of unprotected sex with a stranger, but I see nothing wrong with it. A fantasy is a fantasy and this one ain’t hurting nobody.
