Chapter 7: The voice that paid

Fuckkk. Just when I think he couldn't possibly get any hotter, he went and said that. My pussy felt like it was on fire; my clit so swollen it hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if I came the second I put any pressure onto my nub.

‎"Now," he continued. "Turn your bullet on and press it to your clit. You're not allowed to stop until your legs are shaking and you're calling out my name. Got it?" I could hear how hard he was pumping his dick now. For a moment I felt guilty. Was I neglecting him? But then I reminded myself, again, that this was what he wanted.

‎I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was too excited. Not to mention, it had been a while since I'd spent some time with my right hand, if you know what I mean. I twisted the top of my bullet, putting it on the highest speed. I knew I was worked up enough to take it; usually I started on the low and built my way up because of being overly sensitive. Right now, I knew it wasn't going to be a issue.

‎The bullet started to shake violently but the noise was low, like a quiet buzzing. My left hand was holding myself open, my fingers in the shape of a 'V', spreading my lips as far as I could, as he'd instructed.

‎I didn't need to tell him what I was doing; the second I pressed the bullet to myself, a half-gasp, half-moan escaped my lips. I was right, I definitely wouldn't be lasting long. The vibrations were intense, and I drew small circles on myself which pushed me even closer to the finishing line.

‎"Damnit," he hissed; I was quickly learning that it one of his favourite words. "You sound fucking sexy. Wish I could see you. Watch you," he inhaled sharply. He was just as close as I was.

‎"What's-" I attempted to speak but ended up gasping instead. Wetness continued to gather down below, soaking my entrance and making it's way towards my clitoris. The added lubrication allowed the bullet to slide more freely around my nub, the sensation unbelievable. "What's-"

‎"Princess?" He choked, more than likely having the same problem as me.

‎So close now. So fucking close. I just needed a little more. The rhythm was perfect and I could hear him breathing in my ear, letting out the occasional groan. It was too damn much but I couldn't let myself go. Not without - "What's your name?"

‎"Julian."

‎"Fuck - Julian!" I saw stars, as clichéd as it sounded. My whole body broke into a spasm, my left hand falling to the sheets and gripping the fabric desperately in my fingers. My right hand forced the bullet between my slippery lips and my thighs closed around my hand. Incoherent words left my lips. Things like 'Oh god', 'Fuck,' and Julian's name.

‎As I came back to earth, I could hear that Julian had barely been two seconds behind. "Damn it, Princess. You're so fucking good. Sound so pretty. Done so well," the words spilled from his mouth like sweet wine. I bet he was hardly even aware of them. The sound of him fisting his dick irregular and off-beat. "Fuck. Damn. You're such a good girl."

‎Removing the bullet from myself - if I left it there anv longer. it was going to become painful - I let out a giggle. My cheeks were flushed and my body felt like it was buzzing with pleasure. I was light headed and giddy and fuck, I bet this guy was amazing in bed. "That was bloody amazing."

‎"Yeah," he laughed breathlessly. "You can say that again. I can't believe I almost hung up." "That would have been bad," I replied, wondering if my heart was going to slow down any time soon. "Very, very bad."

‎"Oh yeah," he agreed, and then paused, before adding, "Let me ask you something." "Go ahead." I only hesitated for a moment. It was unusual for clients to stick around afterwards, but I'd quickly realised that this guy was no normal caller.

‎"What's your real name?" he asked me. "No way is it 'Angel'." He snorted, apparently finding my alias hilarious.

‎Was Angel that bad of a name? I thought it was kind of cool. Our company was called Angels and Demons, with me being the Angel. Zach's alias was Daemon because it was similar to 'demon' but so sounded much better. When a customer called us, they got an automated voice which told the caller to press the number of operator they wanted after giving the caller a brief description.

‎I was losing my train of thought; I couldn't give him my real name, could I? It was against our rules. If Jane found out, she'd be píssed. She wouldn't fire me, no way, but she'd be angry which was almost as bad.

‎With a image of facing her wrath in mind, I told Julian, "I'm sorry, I can't." My tone is regretful because I really would have liked to tell him. "My boss would...it's against the rules."

‎"Ah," he responded, trying to mask the disappointment. "It's all right. I understand." "Sorry," I apologized once more. I didn't like the idea of letting him down, especially not after how amazing he'd just made me feel.

‎"Seriously, princess, it's fine," he stressed, making me feel slightly better. "I had a really good time tonight. You can guarantee I'll be expecting a repeat tomorrow." I just knew that if I could see him right now, his eyes would be sparkling with mischief.

‎My pussy started to throb again just thinking about it. God, he made me insatiable. "I'm really, really looking forward to it," I told him honestly.

‎"Me too." There was a brief pause and then, "Goodnight, princess."

‎"Goodnight, Julian." Hanging up the phone, I placed it on my lips, and let everything sink in. Alone with my thoughts, I couldn't believe I actually just had full-blown phone sex with a client. It was so unlike me. It was more like something Zach would do. Speaking of...

‎"Zach, you won't believe what just happened!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

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