Page 9 of Sexted By a Stranger
I sped up, middle and index fingers sliding in and out of my slick center, other hand pinching my nipple. Sharp pleasure made me arch, finally unable to suppress the moan.
At the same time, my phone vibrated again. [Stellina, show me how beautiful you are.]
My heart slammed. Shame flooded through me, immediately drowned by excitement and desire. Show him this? Was he out of his mind?
But his words were poison I couldn't resist—didn't want to resist. I picked up the phone, trembling as I opened the camera, adjusting the angle.
In the lens: my body naked and trembling with pleasure, legs spread wide, fingers working between my thighs. After a long hesitation, I hit record.
Ten seconds of video.
After sending, I immediately regretted it, my mind ready to explode.
[You truly are my angel.] His response was instant. [You're so beautiful. I can't breathe. I want to kiss every inch of your skin. I want to thrust deep inside you, possess you.]
How could he be so intensely direct?
My abdomen clenched, heat building inside. My mind filled with his commanding gaze, as if he were pressing me into the mattress right now, doing the most intimate things.
Finally, intense pleasure crashed over me like a wave. I shuddered violently, hips lifting, thighs clenching around my fingers, unable to hold back my moans.
As the pleasure receded, I collapsed on the bed, chest heaving, sweat soaking my sheets, hair sticking to my forehead.
Shame and satisfaction intertwined. I curled into the blankets, burying my face in the pillow, heart refusing to calm.
I didn't reply to him again.
I knew this secret descent was just beginning, and he had already lit a fire in me that couldn't be extinguished.
"Sheila, you've been distracted lately." Madeline reminded me after I'd zoned out yet again.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about Leon." Leon's surgery costs had no solution, and this thing with that texter was driving me to distraction.
"I know, but you need to be careful." Madeline pulled me aside, worry etched on her face. "Connor's been watching you. His men keep showing up near where you work."
"What do you think he wants?"
"I don't know. With Connor's personality, when he wants something, he doesn't wait until tomorrow." Madeline stared straight at me. "Strange thing is he hasn't made a move. Maybe waiting for an opportunity, or planning something."
A chill ran through me.
I thought of Olivia again.
Two months ago, she'd been dragged into the club's back room by several men, couldn't even scream for help.
"Sheila, why do you look so pale?" Madeline asked with concern.
"Olivia." My voice shook. "It must have been Connor. If I'm also... what would I do? Mom couldn't make it alone."
"You need to be done with this job." Madeline gripped my hands tightly. "I'll try to think of something for Leon, but you need to leave soon."
I nodded.
I knew too well that in this city, when a pretty girl caught the attention of someone like Connor, there was almost never a happy ending.
That night, anxiety clung to me. I dreamed I was being dragged into those terrible rooms, too, Connor and several men just smiling at me before coming to tear at my clothes.
I woke up drenched in sweat.
