Page 28 of Bad Call
ME:
I’m listening.
STELLA:
Ever since you brought up our free use agreement, I can’t stop thinking about how much I liked it. What if we did it again…but keep it ongoing?
I pull up her contact info, pressing the button to FaceTime. This isn’t a conversation we should be having via text. While we explored this dynamic before, that was a long time ago. We’re completely different people now, so she needs to be absolutely sure before she gives herself to me in this way.
She picks up after one ring, her flawless, makeup-free face filling the screen. Her dark hair falls in waves over her smooth shoulders, skin glowing with whatever she put on after her shower. This woman is a goddamn knockout, seven days a week. She always has been. “Hey.” Her voice is coy, lashes fluttering sweetly as she greets me, and I can tell she’s ready to play.
“You look pretty,” I say, unable to stop the compliment from coming out. “Like an innocent angel, but that question makes me think you’re on demon time.”
She bites her bottom lip, the sight making my dick twitch in my sweatpants. How I went from having sex a couple of times a year—and being filled with regret after—to aching for Stella after just a single day is beyond me. But here we are. “I might be.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to enter a free use agreement so soon?” I ask. “I mean, I’m totally on board from my end, but do you really trust me enough to let me takeyou whenever and wherever I want? That’s a pretty big deal, Stell. I need you to be sure.”
Her eyes soften, staying trained on my face as her chest rises and falls steadily. “I’m sure, Em. I know we’re taking things one day at a time, but we’ve always done some of our best communicating when there were no words spoken at all. You deserved nothing but my unwavering trust when we were younger, and I want you to understand how committed I am to giving it now. So, use me. Fuck me. Punish me, if that’s what you want. You have my ongoing consent to make up for all the pain and lost time, however you see fit.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock standing at attention under the desk. When we did this before, it was only for two days, and because she was still living with her parents, our time together was limited. I couldn’t just walk into the house, tear her clothes off, and fuck her against the wall or window. But now, the possibilities are endless.
Her confident words ease my nerves, hormones surging through me in their wake. “You’ll use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable in any way,” I state. It’s not a question. There are so many things I want to do to Stella, and while I know what her limits were before, those can be ever-changing. She could like one thing today and decide she doesn’t tomorrow. I need her to remember that she’s always in charge, despite the fact that she’s handing control over to me.
“Of course,” she replies. I study her expression, looking for any signs that she isn’t taking this seriously, but there’s not a single ounce of trepidation to be found. She wants this just as badly as I do. Dirty thoughts play like a pornoin my mind, conjuring up the filthiest situations. I can’t wait to try them all, pushing her body to what she thinks is its limit, just to show her that she’s much stronger than she gives herself credit for. I want to bring her so much pleasure that she cries big, swollen tears as she begs me to stop—but she won’t really want me to. I hunger for that moment, where her safe word is hanging on the tip of her tongue, but she refuses to use it while I force one last orgasm out of her. I want her limp, used, and dripping with my cum—an explicit reminder that she always has, and always will, belong to me.
“All right,” I assent with a devious smirk. “It’s on. I’ll see you later, baby.”
TWENTY-FIVE
STELLA
“Andthatishow you bake a pie,” I announce to absolutely nobody, pulling my creation from the oven and setting it onto the cooling rack. It smells heavenly, the warm, gooey apple mixture peeking out from underneath the woven lattice crust. It was always Emmett’s favorite dessert, so I’m hoping that pairing it with the shrimp linguine that’s currently simmering on the stovetop will be enough to convince him to stay the night again.
Turning back to the pan, I stir the noodles, making sure the sauce and shrimp are mixed to perfection. I hardly ever cook big meals like this for myself, but I’ll admit that it’s kind of nice. It feels domestic, now that I have another person to feed.
Satisfied with the way everything came out, I turn off the burner, covering the food in an attempt to keep it warm while I set the table. But just as I go to reach for the plates sitting on the top shelf of the cupboard, a strong set of hands grips my waist. At first, I startle, my body goingcompletely rigid until the familiar scent of Emmett’s spicy cologne hits my nostrils.
“Hi,” I say softly, attempting to turn my head to get a better look at him, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he bends me over and shoves my face into the cool marble counter in front of me. The force causes all the breath to whoosh from my lungs, immediately getting sucked right back in when his fingers sink into the waistband of my leggings before roughly yanking them down past my ass. My panties are next to go, the moisture that’s gathered between my legs within the last twenty seconds making them stick to my skin in the process.
“Wet already, Wild Girl?” he drawls, dragging a finger up my slit. I moan at the contact, pushing back into him for more friction, but he pulls away, landing a firm spank against my cheek. “This isn’t for you, Stell. Remember? I get to do whatever I want. And right now, I want to blow my load into this soaking cunt and watch you squirm all through dinner while it drips onto your chair.” I jump when the head of his cock presses to my entrance, followed by him slamming into me in one long stroke.
“Oh, God!” I moan, my fingers curling around the edge of the countertop for purchase as he fucks me. The stretch is uncomfortable, but I love knowing that I’m taking every inch of him. I searched for years, looking for a toy that could rival his length, girth, and the delicious curve that hits the deepest spots inside me, but never found it. My body was made for Emmett Hayes, and Emmett Hayes only.
He picks up speed, his fingertips digging deep divots into the flesh that covers my hips. My entire body is onfire, electricity crackling from the tips of my toes, swirling upward, and gathering in my core as my orgasm barrels toward me. I feel like I could shatter at any moment, falling apart on his cock like I could only fantasize about until earlier this week. Now, I can’t get enough.
“Your sweet little pussy is fluttering, baby,” he taunts. “You know you’re not allowed to come without my permission, right?”
Goddammit. Idoknow that. It was one of our rules before. He had complete control over everything—orgasms included. If I wanted one, I had to ask. And if he thought I needed more, he’d overstimulate me until he was satisfied. One night, I went to bed aching, only to wake up with his head between my legs hours later. He ate me until I begged for mercy, my clit swollen and numb from being rubbed and sucked until the sun came up. It was equal amounts torturous and exhilarating, just like it is right now.
“Answer me, Stella. Tell me you understand that you’re not coming until I say it’s okay.” His voice is tight as it passes through gritted teeth, telling me that he’s just as close to falling over the edge as I am. So, I act fast, knowing that if I don’t, I’m not going to have a very good time at the dinner table.
“Yes,” I rush out, nodding frantically against the counter. His hand is still pushed to the back of my head, fist balled into my hair to hold me still. A dull throb radiates down my neck and back from the position, but still, I’m more turned on than ever as my clit throbs a steady cadence between my thighs.
“Please, Em. Can I come?Please?” I beg. I don’t knowhow much longer I can hold off with the way his balls are slapping against my sensitive bundle of nerves, propelling me closer to the precipice with each thrust. But I’m suspended in mid-air, unable to reach out and touch the orgasm that’s dangling in front of me because I haven’t been granted permission to do so.
“Please,” I plead again, but he just pounds into me without a word—one, two, three more times—stilling as his thick, hot load pulses against my walls. My release slowly floats away, and I cry out, my body melting onto the counter in defeat.
Making sure there isn’t a drop left, Emmett buries himself one last time before pulling out. I can feel his cum dripping onto the floor as he curls himself over my back, his warm, minty breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.
