Page 4 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Me
I’m fine. Some family business I gotta take care of.
Cody
But you’re still re-enlisting in fall?
Me
Yeah. Can’t wait to get back into action.
Ice settles in my bones. I don’t want to leave Hailey behind again, but she doesn’t want me here. Our separation is inevitable.
Then why does my heart feel like a ticking timebomb?
2
HAILEY
Seven months ago,my cheating husband died in a botched robbery, but I’ve never felt this free. Recording spicy videos wasn’t what I envisioned as the start of my dirty thirties, yet it’s the perfect way to stick it to my kink-shaming, dead ex and learn to love myself again.
To set the mood, I light a candle on the dresser before I clip my phone into a tripod by the bed and climb onto the mattress. I open the camera app, center my body in the frame and hit record.
Mesmerized, I stare at the screen. I barely recognize myself.
That woman in pink lingerie with her red lipstick smile isn’t the same meek thing whose husband called her a sick pervert.
She’s confident. Sexy. Deserving of pleasure.
Iam sexy and deserving of pleasure.
Lust runs through my veins as I open the drawer of the nightstand and take out my favorite vibrator. Anticipation tugging low in my belly, I turn it on.
My nipples tighten into points as I run the tip aroundmy breasts, teasing down my stomach until I land on my clit. Tingles shoot through my thighs. With my free hand, I lightly pinch my nipples through the lace bra, every tug a bolt of lightning to my cunt.
My eyes shutter as my mind wanders. I read spicy books, too, and they’re fun, but I always get off easiest when I indulge in a special fantasy. It’s the same I’ve had since my sexual awakening. My obsession with horror movies and masked serial killers is probably to blame.
I imagine a tall man stalking from the shadows. A black T-shirt stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves barely containing his bulging biceps, and his strong legs are wrapped in dark jeans. He wears a hooded mask like Wraithface.
I don’t know his name and he doesn’t say a word, but his actions speak louder.
I cower helplessly on the bed, his massive frame towering over me as he unbuckles his belt. He hooks a large, gloved hand behind my knee and pulls me to the edge of the mattress. I cry out, but his other hand twists into my hair, keeping me in place.
As my fantasy heats up, I turn the vibrations on the maximum setting. I slide off my damp panties and lie back, guiding the toy to my entrance. With one brutal thrust, I ram it inside my dripping cunt. A dull ache throbs through my lower belly, but it quickly turns into pleasure as I grind my hips, the nub at the base of the vibrator stimulating my clit.
In my imagination, it’s not a piece of plastic inside me. It’s the fat, veiny dick of the masked stranger stretching my pussy. He never asks for permission and he doesn’t use a condom. He fucks me bare.
I fantasize about him rutting into me like a wild beast,his hand wrapping around my throat. To him, I’m a piece of meat. A nameless hole to abuse.
If I focus, I can almost hear him groaning in my ear like he’s here with me. Like it’s notmyfingers squeezing my neck, buthis.
Lights explode behind my eyes. My pussy pulses around the vibrator as an orgasm barrels through me, and I imagine it’s the masked stranger’s cock swelling as he fills me with his hot cum.
Black dots float in my vision while I catch my breath. Ironic that batteries in a rattling piece of plastic can give me mind-blowing orgasms when Mike never could. Well, except for that time on Halloween.
I stop the recording and turn off the toy, setting it aside to be cleaned. Before my rational thoughts can override my lust-drunk confidence, I grab the phone and open the old chat history with Mike. A giggle bubbles from my chest as I send the video.
My messages always stay unread. Mike’s number was disconnected after the funeral and my naughty videos disappear into the ether, never to be seen by anyone.
