My phone buzzed with an unknown number. Curiosity got the better of me as I swiped to answer. “Hello, babydoll. I’ve been waiting for you,” a husky voice purred into my ear. “Who is this?” I asked, pulse quickening at the seductive tone. “Just a man who knows what you need, Wilder. Even if you don’t.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. How did he know my name? I started to object but he cut me off. “I want you to touch yourself for me. Slip your fingers into your panties and let me hear how wet you are, slut.” My cheeks burned but I couldn’t help the ache between my thighs. “I…I don’t…” “Do it,” he commanded. “Or I’ll find you and do it myself.”
Swallowing hard, I reached down, gasping as I brushed swollen folds. “Mmm, that’s it. Stroke your sweet cunt. You’re so fucking needy for my cock.” His filthy words made me clench. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but my body responded readily, hips undulating into my touch. “Faster, babydoll. I want to hear you moan for me.”
The line crackled with heavy breathing. “You’re making me so hard. Addicted to your desperate little noises. Fuuuck…I’m stroking for you. Gonna stuff that tight hole full of my thick cock and make you scream.” I was panting now, teetering on the edge. “Don’t you dare cum until I say. You belong to me now.”
“Yes, yes…I’m yours!” I sobbed, thighs trembling. “Cum for your Master, Wilder. Milk my cock with that hungry cunt.” I shattered with a strangled cry, smearing my release on quivering flesh. “Good girl,” he praised. “I’ll call again soon.” The line went dead.
I slumped against the wall, heart jackhammering. What the hell had I just done? But even as I admonished myself, my core clenched with renewed hunger, craving my unknown Master’s possession. Somewhere between stroking and submitting, I’d lost myself to him completely.
