Page 25 of A Ballad of Betrayal and Beauty

“Use your words,” he whispers.

“I need your cock, Baby. Please. Please, let me touch it.Please.”

He clicks his tongue and every hair on my body stands on end. “You sound so pathetic and weak when you beg.”

“Can I touch you now?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I sigh into the speaker but he continues.

“You can touch me, but not with your hands.”

“Not with—oh.”

His rasping chuckle vibrates my bones. “That’s it. Open that filthy mouth for me.”

Goddamn, who is this guy?“I can’t wait to taste you.”

I moan into the phone, my eyes closing and head falling back and I hear him groan as well, his heavy breathing mirroring my own.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Such a good fucking slut.”

With a hum, I moan again. “You taste so sweet, Baby. I can’t get enough.”

“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself. You’re here for me.”

“Oh god,yes. I just want you to use me.”

He laughs darkly. “I wish everyone could see you the way I do. Desperate and needy for what only I can give you.”

My pussy clenches and I gasp into the phone. “Fuck my mouth. Take what you want from me.”

“I’m going to paint your face with my cum.” He groans and something animalistic bursts out of my throat. “You don’t get to swallow. You haven’t earned that yet, but I’ll mark you so you never forget you’re mine.”

Shit, I’m so turned on that I’m sweating. My hair is damp at the temples and my shirt clings to my back. “I’m yours,” I whisper. A door slamming in the background startles me and I become acutely aware of where I am. The ringing of the phones in the attached cubicles. The sound of my coworkers acting out their roles.Acting, Dusty. Remember?

He groans loudly and my fingers clench in the phone cord as I listen to his climax. That sound pierces right through me like liquid heat. My teeth dig into my bottom lip and I’m panting like a dog in heat. What just came over me? This wasn’t acting. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to a call before. There’s just something about his voice . . .

He clears his throat on the other end of the line and there’s some shuffling around that I try to distinguish while getting my bearings.

“You okay?” he asks.

I open my eyes and sink down into my chair as I’m overcome with embarrassment. “Yes, I . . . I?—”

“Seems I got you so worked up you lost your accent.”

My hand covers my mouth with a dull slap and my eyes widen.Shit!

He chuckles into the receiver, and shivers cover my body from the sound, as though his breath is on my skin. “Thanks, sweetheart. Until next time.”

The line goes dead and I’m left sitting here wondering what the hell just happened.

* * *

My apartment doorclicks shut behind me, and I collapse against it. Stella emerges from around the corner, winding her way through my legs.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I say, squatting down to pet her. “How was your night?”

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