Page 47 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Bad kitty! I scold myself internally, looking at my crotch.
I need to think with my head, not with my pussy. Of all the dumbest—and hottest—ways to get murdered, meeting a sadistic stranger for sex is right at the top of the list.
My phone vibrates with another message.
Jax
Rub your clit for me. I know it’s already throbbing for attention. My greedy girl needs an orgasm, don’t you? I want to watch you getting right to the brink.
How does he switch from irritating asshole to sexy asshole in the blink of an eye? Must be dark magic. Or Jax might be the actual devil. Then it would make sense how he appeared in my life out of nowhere to lead me down a path of depraved seduction.
After a moment to figure out the logistics, I hang my bag on the hook on the door, close the toilet lid with some tissue paper, and prop one foot on top. With my skirt tied up around my hips, I angle the camera for a close up of my glistening pussy. The position is a bit awkward, but it’ll have to do.
I hit record.
A moan dies in my throat as I drag a finger along my seam, gathering my wetness on the tip. I run fast, hard circles over my clit. My nipples pebble into sensitive points and my dress rubbing against them scatters sparks beneath my skin. A cough comes from the next stall, and a shiver of desire racks my body, nearly tipping me over the edge. Knowing one wrong sound or one wrong move could give me away is the ultimate thrill.
My legs shake when I send the video to Jax and wait.
Jax
Fuck, you’re so wet. I’d give anything to run my tongue over your swollen pussy lips and lick up every drop of your sweetness… I bet you taste delicious.
Heat trickles along my spine. Mike never went down on me after the one time on Halloween.
Memories cloud my thoughts, merging with fantasies of my anonymous Dom. In my head, I’m back in that guest house on Halloween but it’s Jax kneeling between my legs, his mask pushed up just enough to clamp his lips around my clit.
Jax
Are you close?
Me
Yes I’m close!
In my head, I add a spitefulidiotto the end of my text. Even without it, Jax can read my mood as if he’s known me all my life.
Jax
Mind your tone. Put some lube on the plug and then film yourself stretching your tight virgin ass with it.
I wait for another message like,Haha, kidding!But nope. He means it. Jax wants me to take my own anal virginity in a toilet stall at the bus station.
Jax
I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt a bit. But you like some pain with your pleasure, don’t you? Tell me the truth.
Me
I like when it hurts, Daddy.
My stomach flutters. I worry he’ll judge me the way Mikedid, but his response is nothing like my dead husband.
Jax
You’re my perfect little painslut. We gotta train your ass so you’re ready to take my thick cock when I visit you.
His possessiveness and the prospect of a real meeting have my head spinning. This is bizarre. All of it. His demands. His threat—or is it a promise?—to visit me and fuck my ass.
