Voices in the Dark (3 page)

I pull my hand away, slide aside so he’s no longer trapping me with his body.

“The answer’s still no,” I say as I walk out of the kitchen.

It’s not until I’m settled at my desk that I realize I forgot my coffee cup. I’m not brave enough to go get it, so I resign myself to getting through the morning without that much-needed dose of caffeine.

A couple of minutes later, the scent of Adrian’s cologne tickles my nose. I stiffen as he comes up behind me, and gather my wits in preparation for another argument. This time we can be overheard, and I pray he’ll be discreet.

But he’s done talking to me. He simply sets the coffee down to the right of my keyboard and walks away.

There’s a yellow sticky note attached to the side of the cup. It reads,
For a good time
call Adrian Morgan
. A phone number is scrawled at the bottom.

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I laugh, despite myself, and peel the note off the cup. I have no intention of calling, of course.

But I still fold the paper neatly and slip it in my purse.

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“Cheese-a-Roni’s Pizza Parlor. This is Jesse. May I take your order?”

I bite down on my lower lip to hide my squeal of delight. Jesse sounds downright adorable. His Brooklyn-accented voice has a slight lilt to it, and I have him pegged as a college kid from the first couple of words. I love college boys. They’re the easiest to seduce over the phone, right up there with exhausted new dads who are so starved for a quickie they’d hump the sofa cushions when their wife isn’t looking.

Oh yeah. This is going to be easy. A few dirty words and I’ll have Jesse creaming his jeans right there in the back room of the pizza parlor.

“Hi, Jesse,” I whisper, dropping my voice to a sultry murmur. “Do you deliver?”

“Uhh…yes, ma’am. I can have your pie there in thirty minutes or it’s free.”

Some of my excitement dissolves at being called ma’am. How old do I sound, anyway? I’m only thirty-two, though I suppose to a nineteen-year-old I’m downright ancient.

That thought sobers me a bit, and I wonder whether I should try dialing another number. But there’s no guarantee I’ll find another willing participant tonight, so I’m determined to give this a solid try.

I shift a little on the bed, run my fingertip along the thick girth of the dildo lying beside me. “I have a special request.”

“No problem, ma’am. We can accommodate any dietary restrictions. We also offer thin crust, whole wheat crust and—”

“Would you deliver it naked?” I cut his salesman spiel short. It’s cute, but I’m not in the mood for a pizza pie, whole wheat or otherwise.

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I think maybe I hear a strangled squeak come out of his throat, but that could just be the bed springs compressing beneath me.

“N-naked, ma’am?”

“Yes. And stop calling me that.”

“I don’t understand.”

Great. A dense college boy. Well, I’m more than happy to spell it out for him. “Do you watch porn, Jesse?”

“Porn, ma’am?”

I roll my eyes. I’m starting to get the feeling I’ll have to earn this one. “Yeah, you know, the kind where the pizza delivery man rings the doorbell as he’s stroking his cock through his jeans, and then when the door opens he’s greeted by a woman wearing a see-through corset, a semi-transparent thong and black leather thigh-high boots?”

Now I’m certain he’s swallowing hard. Finally, he seems to be getting the message.

When his voice drops another octave, I know I have him. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

He’s dropped the
ma’am
, and I’m not above thanking God for minor miracles.

“Mmmm…I’m not wearing anything at all.”

“And…you’d like me to come over? Now?”

Ah, not so fast, kiddo. “First, I need to make sure you’re the kind of man I’m looking for. Take out your cock.”

“But…my boss is due back any minute. I have customers—”

“No buts, Jesse. Do as I say. Take out that big cock and describe it to me.”

He groans, and a moment later I hear the sound of a zipper being lowered. I can picture him pulling his hard shaft through the parted zipper. My pussy gives an answering throb, and I pat it, gently, with the flat of my hand. Hot wetness fills my palm.

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“Oh man. This kind of stuff never happens to me.”

The lustful awe in Jesse’s voice gives me pause. Is it fair to tease him like this? I have no intention of inviting him over, but he’ll end up with a hell of an orgasm out of the deal, so it’s not like I’m only using him.

Right?

I push down the lump of guilt creeping up the inside of my throat and grind the heel of my hand against my clit. The shiver of sensation that runs through me brings me back to the task at hand.

“Mmm… It’s only going to get better from here. Now, tell me, how big are you?”

“Uhh…about…” He pauses, and I can picture the wheels turning in his head as he gropes for an answer. “The size of a ripe banana?” he asks hopefully, as though this is a question on a test and he’s desperate to pass.

I don’t bother hiding my grin. “Nice. Tell me more.”

“I’m cut, and the head of my dick is flushed, kind of a dark pink color. There’s a drop of pre-cum at the tip and—” His hoarse groan drowns out whatever else he’s about to say.

“Are you stroking it? Are you stroking your cock for me, Jesse?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I slip two fingers along my folds, forcing myself to ignore the honorific. “Good. I want you to squeeze the shaft right at the base then drag your fist all the way up.”

“I’m doing it.” His breathing comes ragged now, and I believe him. The thought that he can get caught at any moment must be spurring him on, exciting him even further.

“Good.” I grab my dildo, part my sex with two fingers. “Now I want you to—”

The shrill ring of my home phone interrupts my next command. I swear low under my breath and try to ignore it. Nothing ruins the mood faster than struggling to 23

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remember how long it’s been since I’ve called my mother or wondering whether my sister wants to talk about my niece getting suspended from school again.

“Ma’am? I’m getting close. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Oh yeah, I have him all right. “Cup your balls for me, Jesse. I want you to tug on the tender skin, pinch it for a bit of pain.”

He moans. “That feels so fucking good.”

I can hear him jerking himself. The sound of skin on skin spurs me on, and I tremble as I slide the dildo inside my channel. His strokes grow faster, harder. I’m eager to match him thrust for thrust.

“Hi, you’ve reached Maddie. I’m not here to take your call right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

If I’m very lucky, whoever’s calling me will hang up right now. If my mother once again starts regaling my answering machine with a story about cousin Steven’s third wife’s mysterious mole, I’ll have to get up and close my bedroom door.

But that would mean stopping, and I don’t want to stop. Not now, when Jesse’s so close. When
I’m
so close.

“I bet you like to be spanked, Maddie. Maybe with a ping-pong paddle or a rubber spatula. Have you ever had a rubber spatula smack your ass, Madeline?”

I freeze at the sound of Adrian’s voice. Desire spikes inside me, and my pussy clenches tightly around the dildo.

“Ma’am?” Jesse’s frantic now, his strangled moans hitching on every breath.

“Pick up the phone, Maddie. Let me hear you come for me.”

I’m moving toward the living room even before I can process my actions. It’s not an elegant walk—more like a waddle, really, with the dildo still shoved up my pussy and the phone clenched tightly between my shoulder and my ear.

“I’m sorry, Jesse. Something’s come up.”

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I hang up the disposable cell, cutting off his cry of protest. Or maybe that was his orgasm. I can’t tell, and the fact that missing his sound of ecstasy doesn’t bother me worries me more than a little.

Phone sex is the ultimate in safe sex. There’s no exchange of fluids, so I don’t need to worry about pregnancy or disease. But that’s not why I do it.

I do it to be in control. Getting a stranger off over the phone is an amazing act of power. It turns me on more than anything I’ve ever done with a partner, and yes, I know how that makes me sound. Depraved, warped, maybe a little twisted. I’ve been called all those things and more.

So I understand what I’m setting myself up for when I pick up the phone. No one I’ve ever confessed my kink to has ever understood it. I have no reason to believe that Adrian will be different.

And yet…he called me. He knows what I do. He heard it himself. But here he is, murmuring filthy things to my answering machine, giving me more blackmail fodder than he’s got on me.

Surely that deserves a little of my trust.

Maybe that’s what leads me to pick up. Or maybe it’s just that I’m horny as hell and desperate to come. Whatever it is, I know I want him to hear me when I do. And I want to hear him—I ache for it, long for it, need it more than I’ve ever needed to hear a man’s guttural groan of release in my life.

“I’m here,” I say, and I swear I can feel Adrian’s grin even through the phone. His satisfaction is electric; it sizzles through my nerve endings, makes my hand tingle and sends a flurry of sensation through my body.

“I’m not going to insult you by asking what you’re wearing.”

“A dildo,” I say bluntly.

I’ve stumped him. There’s silence on the other end of the phone, and I can’t help but giggle. The tension that’s been coiling in my gut dissipates on that burst of laughter.

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He joins in, though his laugh is husky and sexy as hell. “You’re kidding.”

“No.”

“I interrupted something.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“I wanted to be your first. Tonight, I mean.”

I sigh, walk over to the recliner and lift one leg onto the cushion. The dildo has started to slide out of me, so I take it out altogether, gasping as it leaves my pussy.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” My heart skitters as I say the words. I’m always the one giving orders. I don’t even know what I’m asking for or whether this is going to work. He’s turning my fetish inside out, but for some reason, I like it.

I’m going to go with it, for now. I can always stop, hang up at any time. I’m still in control.

“Did the thought of being spanked with a rubber spatula turn you on, Maddie?”

I don’t even think about lying to him. What would be the point? “Yes.”

“Then get one for me.”

I do as I’m told, taking the cordless phone with me into the kitchen. It takes me a couple of minutes to find what I’m looking for. I’m not much of a baker, but I know I got a spatula as a present a couple of years ago during a Secret Santa exchange at work.

Is it any wonder I hate Christmas?

“Got it.” I hold the tool up triumphantly then bite my lip, embarrassed, when I realize he can’t see me.

“Good. Now kneel on a kitchen chair. You got one of those?”

“Two of those, actually.” I pull one away from the tiny breakfast nook in the corner of my minuscule kitchen and climb on it.

I’m feeling a little silly, but my nipples are hard and my pussy’s pulsing with excitement. Blood roars in my ears. I tremble as I wait for Adrian’s next order.

“I want to hear you when you do it.”

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“When I do what?” It actually takes me a moment to clue in to what he has in mind, but when I do, my eyes go wide and my jaw hangs open. “No way. You want me to spank myself? For real?”

“I’ll jerk off for you,” he says, and I think maybe that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

Yes, I know how that sounds. I already admitted I’m twisted.

“Start with three smacks on your right ass cheek. And I want to hear every one. If I don’t hear it, it doesn’t count. Got it?”

There’s something hypnotic about his voice. It lures me in, makes me lower my defenses.

My answering groan to his carnal demand echoes through the kitchen. I have to grip the chair’s backrest with one hand, nestle the phone in the crook of my shoulders so it doesn’t fall and still reach behind me and spank myself with the spatula.

I never realized I could be so coordinated. If I knew I could pull this off, maybe I’d have left the dildo in me.

Perhaps something to try later.

For now, I focus only on following his command. The first strike lands on the outer curve of my hip, just above my buttock and the sharp flash of pain surprises a cry from my throat. I didn’t actually expect it to hurt.

I don’t really know what I expected, but the tingling ache rushing through me and burrowing deep in my cunt wasn’t it. My legs quiver, and I slap myself twice more in quick succession, biting back the cries that amass in my throat.

“Oh, good girl,” Adrian croons. “I wish I could be there to see you. I have my cock in my hand. It’s throbbing for you. I’ve lubed it up a little, and my hand’s gliding easily down the thick length.”

“Tug on it for me.” I can only manage a soft whisper. “Now make a fist, stroke your shaft, squeezing as you near the tip. Imagine it’s my pussy gripping you that tight.”

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“Oh, baby…” He groans, and his voice takes on a husky edge. “Your other ass cheek. Five this time.”

I wince, knowing what’s coming this time. A burst of heat creeps up my right buttock. Wetness has made my folds slick, and a few beads of cream drip down to pool on the wooden surface of the chair.

I widen my stance, grit my teeth and let it fly. The first smack isn’t as bad as I remembered, but the wave of pleasure crashing into me catches me completely off guard. I never realized I enjoyed the mix of pleasure and pain. Never had reason to consider it before.

I’m eager to keep going, so I do. Every slap of the spatula against my flesh brings me closer to release. My limbs quiver, and I can hardly recognize the small whimpers escaping my throat as my own.