Page 66 of Special Delivery

“Good. Now I need you to strip for me.”

My fingers freeze, realizing that this is becoming real. I’m about to have my first ever phone sex.

“I need to hear you, Paige,” he coos.

My decision is made within a beat of my heart. “Yes, I’m taking my clothes off.” Putting the phone on speaker, I strip in a rush and pull the clothes off myself as fast as I can. “I-I’m naked.”

“Perfect. Do you like being my good girl, Paige? You like listening to what I tell you to do, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then you’ll enjoy this very much.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Take your hand and let it travel down your body. All the way down to that little pink pussy.”

My stomach flexes with desire, but I do what he says. My hand starts its way on my right breast and lowers over my belly to my pubic bone.

“Touch yourself, Paige.” A small whimper escapes me as my fingers land on my clit. “Are you wet? Is that perfect pussy drenched for me?”

I dip my finger through my slit, realizing I am, in fact, soaked. “Fuck. I am.”

“Shit, baby. You’re made for this, aren’t you? Made to listen to my commands.”

My fingers rub a circle over my clit of their own accord. “Yes.”

“Tsk-tsk-tsk, I didn’t tell you to play with your clit.” I don’t know how he knows it. Maybe he heard it in my voice, or in the hitch in my breath. “I need you to take that toy now.”

As soon as my hand wraps around it, the toy starts back on. It buzzes in my palm, creating a whirr within me.

“Get comfortable. Take the toy and slip the thinner part into that pussy. Can you do that, Paige?”

“I can.”

I’ll sure as hell do my best. As I push it slowly inside, I realize there’s no resistance. Just a few of his dirty words made me wet enough to not feel the cold silicone slipping in.

“Place the wide part on your clit, baby. Let it show you what it can do.”

I position the toy the way he told me, and a loud moan slips out.

“That’s it. That’s the right spot,” he tells me, while my head drops back.

The sensation differs from other toys I’ve tried. There’s a delicious pressure on my clit, and the penetrative part pushes on my G-spot, but it’s like it doesn’t have enough power to actually make me feel it. It’s a delicious feeling, but one I’m not sure is enough to do what it’s supposed to.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s nice.”

A dark chuckle fills the room. “Nice? That’s not what I was going for. Let’s try this.” My back arches off the bed as the toy’s strength enhances tenfold. “Better?”

“Better,” I huff out.

He tells me to touch my nipples, roll them, pinch them, while whispering words of praise. There’s something about him calling me his good girl that plants a seed deep into my chest. Being called a good girl is hot, but being called his good girl is fuzzing the edges of my mind.

He leads me to the brink of my orgasm but doesn’t push me over. The buzz of the toy is continuous, strong enough to make me shiver, but not enough to send me to my climax.

I’m not sure how much time passes before I start begging. “Ryan, I-I can’t…”

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. Tell me what you need.”

“I need more,” I cry out.