Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  “Right,” he said.

  Right. And yet she felt like it was anything but, which made her suddenly need to read the story to find out where it went. “I’ll… get going then. On this.”

  “I’ll be in my office if you need me for anything.”

  Once she was alone, Lizzy took a whole five minutes to get her nerves under control. What had just happened? And what in God’s name had she agreed to after work? She needed to find a way out of that. No way could she survive him massaging her.

  She got back to reading and it didn’t take long for the heat to begin pooling inside her again. And then at page thirty-five her jaw dropped. She looked at the phone on her desk, picked up the receiver and pressed his name.

  “Yes?”

  “He’s a serial killer?”

  “Lance?”

  “Yes!”

  “If that’s what it says.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Keep reading.”

  “Fine,” she said. “But I don’t like that.”

  He gave a delighted sounding laugh. “Understood.”

  She hung up the phone and got back to reading. At page fifty-five she was gripped by a strange emotion when Lance did sexual things to Sarah while she was tied up. Things with strange objects.

  She picked up the phone again and pressed his name.

  “Yes?”

  “This dude is sick!”

  David chuckled.

  “How can you write this? Doesn’t it bother you?”

  “Yes, of course. But I’m writing a character, and when you write a character, you have to let them be who they are.”

  She gave a light huff. “Well, when I write? My characters will be who I say they should be.”

  “Great,” he said, laughter in his voice.

  She hung up and got back to the story, devouring the pages. At page sixty-three she dialed him again. “Are you kidding me?”

  “What now?” he asked, chuckling.

  “There is no way she can like what he’s doing!”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Posssssssitive!”

  “Okay then.”

  She gave a frustrated huff and hung up.

  Page ninety-five she jerked the receiver off the phone and jabbed his name. “A cucumber? In her ass? Then he eats it? You’re sick!”

  “I agree, they are a bit off the rails. Wait till you get to the restaurant scene.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, hanging up and getting back to reading. She finally got to the restaurant scene and instead of calling David, she shot up out of her chair and opened her door, staring at him with a jaw dropped.

  “Are? You? Kidding?”

  He laughed, and she suddenly forgot her anger when he angled his cute grin at her. They were caught in one of their stare things that happened now and then. “What?”

  Even from that distance, the sex appeal in his murmured question reached every part of her. “What… what?”

  He leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head, his gaze lowering over her. “I asked first.”

  “Nothing,” she said lightly.

  “How is the sex?”

  Her face went up in flames at the bold question. “It’s… it’s sick,” she said back, but the conviction was nowhere near what it should be.

  “And yet…?”

  She stared at him, her eyes going wide at his implication. “As I said, it’s sick! Clearly and firmly. Utterly. It’s… it’s unsexy,” she added when nodding accompanied his all-knowing-grin.

  She shut the door on his all-knowing grin and leaned against it, weak kneed before making her way back to her desk. She had to find out what happened next. When she got to the hotel room scene where Lance tied her up and fucked Sarah’s mouth, she found herself fantasizing about David doing that to her and about her doing it to him. Could she? It sounded easy enough.

  Dear God, what was she thinking?

  She dove back in the book having to read to find out if he was going to chop her into pieces. I swear, he better not.

  On page two-hundred thirty, she jumped up from her desk and ran into his office, freezing in her tracks at finding a woman in there, laughing. “Sorry,” she gasped, drawing their attention. She pointed behind her. “I’ll get back to… work. Excuse me.”

  She hurried back in her office, shutting the door, her heart hammering. She listened to the voices, straining to hear what was being said. She sure looked friendly with him. Could have been anybody, really. She’d not think twice about it. Not her business.

  When she finally finished the book, she was a mess. The door to her office opened, and she fought to right herself.

  “You okay?” David wondered.

  She gestured to her face. “Do I look it?” She covered her face with both hands and let her sob go.

  “What’s wrong?” David asked, kneeling before her. “Is it something personal?”

  She dropped her hands, confused, shaking her head. “What?” She grabbed the folder with the manuscript and shook it at him. “How could you?” she accused. “You could have ended it anyway you wanted, why that? He needed somebody, and she was that somebody and you killed him?” She shoved both his shoulders twice. “This is not funny!”

  But he laughed more now.

  “This is cruel,” she cried. “Your readers will all hate it. And for good reason,” she wailed. “I hope it goes nowhere, I hope it gets banned for being the stupidest story ever.”

  “I’ll change it,” he said, like it were that simple.

  “You can’t just change your stories,” she gasped. “That’s not how it works.”

  He made his way to his feet. “It’s not? Okay.”

  “Stop mocking me,” she begged. “I know you’re the writer and I’m just the reader. But I still know protocol.”

  “Okay,” he said, raising his hands. “Work’s over.”

  “What?” She looked at the clock on the wall. “Oh my God, it is.”

  “Time for your massage.”

  “I don’t…”

  “No, don’t even think about getting out of it.” He held his hand out to her, and like a magnet, hers reached and lay itself in his hand. Next thing she was walking on noodle legs to the door to her suite. “Shower. Fifteen minutes. Hot as you can take it.”

  He’d said the words right at her ear, and she only managed a nod while fumbling with those excuses to get out of it.

  “Good girl,” he said, walking off.

  But…she hadn’t agreed this time!

  You didn’t disagree either, you dummy!

  Even while she wondered what in the world she was about to get herself into, there went her limbs, directing her to that shower he’d told her to take. In the hottest water she could stand.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Ever since she’d walked in his office and shown him the hurt in her eyes over him conversing with a woman, he’d needed to put his hands all over her. That need increased five million times over when he’d walked in on her crying over his book. He was sure nothing had ever turned him on more.

  And now, there she was, on that table. How she mentally managed to get herself on it is what David needed to find out. It was the final test, and he’d expected her to decline it, hoped she would. But then he remembered he’d designed the test for somebody… not like her. So, he couldn’t be sure she was lying on that table for all the wrong reasons.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked once he made it to her side.

  Her startled gasp said he’d snuck up on her. With her face away from him, she answered. “Whatever you think… is necessary. You’re the uh. The one in charge.”

  “Not in this. This one has to be your decision.”

  “Oh God,” she said in a tiny voice. “I… I want to be in control. I don’t… like the attacks. And if you can help with that, I would be eternally grateful,” she finished in a rush. “Plus, I want to be the best employee, and one prone to panic attacks isn’t really fai
r to you.”

  And there it was. Her justification for allowing herself to be on that table, to have what she couldn’t admit to herself that she wanted. Him touching her. That she’d do it for his benefit was cute, but it wasn’t totally accurate. Though he’d let her believe it was, but only because she actually believed it.

  He was suddenly worried over what would happen when he put his hands on her. He was the one out of control, and he knew it. And he didn’t care that he was, he only cared about touching her. Just once. And while he had a legitimately deceptive reason to, he’d use it.

  “This will have its own challenges,” he warned, halfway hoping she’d stop him, take the choice and control from him. “What I’m about to do, I mean.”

  “I know,” she squeaked, as though bracing for it. “Just… do it.”

  “I’m going to need you to remove the robe. Do you need a sheet for your midsection?”

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Should I… do people usually… need it?”

  “Not usually.” It wasn’t a lie. Not with people accustomed to getting sensual massages or women who wanted him to fuck them. All of them did. She did too but she was doing her very best not to show it. Other women did their very best to do the opposite. And the difference had David salivating.

  “Then… whatever you think. Can you look away while I…”?

  “Yes,” he said. “I’m turned.”

  “And I’m… I’m… I’m not ready but I’m done.”

  David slowly faced her, his cock nearly exploding at the site of her ass. Even clenched he saw it was perfectly shaped, perfectly round and full. Christ, how did she think she was anything but gorgeous? It reminded him of the answers he didn’t have about her. The ones he would definitely need to get now.

  He approached the table, staring at the sculpted milky perfection, eager to see her succulent bottom free of tension and fear and imprisoned in pleasure.

  He should have felt guilty for allowing her to think he was going to help her get control of her body. That was for him to have control of. One hundred percent of every bit of her.

  “I’m warming my hands with oil,” he said. “Did you know you can train the mind to work with your body and your body to work with your mind?” David started just above her ass, his hands spanning her entire lower back then sliding firmly up.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, I’ll probably say things I shouldn’t.”

  “You’re safe to say whatever you need to.” He focused on doing the job he set out to do, his hands already on a downward glide. He allowed the tips of his fingers to press into the outer swells of her breasts.

  “Mm.”

  The quipped sound told him she was straining with all her might to hold back her body’s response. He worked circles with his thumbs at the bottom of her back until her moans came intermittently, then he worked her upper legs next, pushing his thumbs right into the curve of her ass where the flesh was fullest. “What are you doing?” she worried.

  “I’m teaching you control. And when I’m done, you will be able to obey any command under any circumstance. I’m enabling your body to produce the right chemicals to give you that power. A power strong enough to persuade your mind. You still okay with that?”

  It took a moment before her “Yes,” seeped out.

  David loosened his restriction with that small token of permission and turned his attention to her ass. Covering it with both hands, he worked the muscles with sensual glides of his thumbs and fingers. “I know this is scary,” he whispered. “But I also know this feels good.” He moved his hands back up her spine again, allowing his fingers to press into the swell of her breasts. This time he paused there, kneading them slowly, listening to the pace of her breaths and the increasing moans. “Does it feel good here?”

  “Yes,” she managed to reply.

  “What is your panic level?” He dipped slowly further toward her nipple and she answered with a gasp then a moan. “Let this melt your fears. Don’t fight it.”

  She answered with more strained sounds and he moved to massage the muscles below her shoulder blades before heading very slowly back down to her ass again. His cock jerked at seeing her muscles were no longer clenched and now ready for his touch. “Your body needs this. It needs a power that’s stronger than your panic. Give yourself over to it.”

  Stifled sounds of shock escaped her as she lifted into his thumb’s sensual glides into her perfect ass.

  “That’s it, Lizzy,” he said softly. “Let your body show you what it needs. Show me.”

  She continued to strain through her arousal, her hips beginning to move into his administrations.

  “You’re doing perfectly,” he said, sliding his thumbs along her ass cheeks, forcing them apart as he did. The desperate moan told on her. “You want this,” he said, repeating the move, his eyes burning on that most secret part of her. “Open for it.”

  His cock ached when she opened her legs a little, accommodating the dip of his thumbs between her thighs now. He stroked the muscles right at the juncture, the push and pull of his touch allowing him to hear all the wet secrets dripping from her.

  His hunger took over, and he slid his thumbs along her folds, pressing into the softness.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, her hips rocking non-stop.

  David slid his finger between her wet folds and found her clit. “There’s the new panic button right there,” he whispered as she cried out with moans. “Show me what you want,” he whispered, not moving his touch on her. “It’s right there, waiting for you. Take control. Take what you want. Yes, that’s it,” he shuddered as she pushed her pussy against his hand. “It’s all yours if you want it.” He pressed his finger into the table, making her work harder for it. She grunted and opened more, fighting to reach his touch.

  “Please,” she gasped, flicking her hips faster.

  “You want it, you have to take it.” With her legs open more, her ass begged for his teasing. He used his other hand and stroked it softly, bringing another cry of pleasure. God she was full of them, like she’d never had it before. “You like that,” he said, his own desire a steady pulse in his cock. He dipped his finger inside her then returned it to her ass, slowly circling the tight quivering exit. “You want this?”

  She answered only by lifting for it.

  “Beg for it.”

  “P-please.”

  “Such a weak beg, I don’t believe you.”

  She lifted higher, and he brought his hand down for a hard spank on the soft white skin, bringing her sharp scream then non-stop moans and more pleases.

  “Please what?”

  “Please… sir,” she said between breaths.

  He spanked her again, pressing his finger on her ass, waiting for that flex. “Please sir what?”

  “Oh my God,” she cried, frantic.

  He spanked her again. “Please sir what?”

  “Please sir, t-touch me. I need it.”

  “You need it?” He spanked her twice as he pushed his finger deep into her pussy. “What’s stopping you from taking it?”

  “Touch me,” she begged, more desperate.

  He spanked her three times. “Touch you where, Princess?”

  “Oh my God, my, my clit.”

  Her ass was high in the air now as she used her knees to lift herself, giving him the perfect view of her pussy and clit. “This?” He barely touched the tip of her clit.

  “Yes! Yes, touch it, sir, please.”

  He captured her clit between his middle finger and thumb and squeezed, making her cries peak. “You’re going to come very hard, Lizzy. Do you want that?”

  “Yes, oh my God, yes,” she cried as he wiggled her clit between his fingers, then plunged his thumb in her dripping pussy, and his finger in her ass.

  Her orgasm erupted with shrieks and gasps that burned through David as much as her quivering, shaking body did. He mercilessly milked every drop of her orgasm until he was sure she’d shuddered her last.
God, he needed to fuck her, but everything she’d just shown him said she was more virgin than he’d realized. He’d wait.

  When she was all finished, he delivered one final spank and an order, “Now, get dressed and meet me in my office.”

  ****

  Once alone with her thoughts in the aftermath, Lizzy’s body hummed with sudden questions, fears, and so much burning shame. Had he… planned that? She sat up on the table, pulling the robe over her breasts, dazed and confused and still out of breath.

  She’d secretly fantasized about him doing something like that but… she never dreamed he’d do it then. So soon. Something like that should require a level of-of time. Dating. Something. She’d given him permission to massage her and…

  She tried to recall everything he’d said and she’d said, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember anything but the sounds she’d made and the lustful way she’d behaved, and the things he’d said. Take it. Give yourself to what you want. Let your body show you. Show me.

  Show him.

  She was back to aroused when the memory of his hand spanking her made her jump. Just like in that book.

  She startled and sucked in a breath. Was it all a test? What if he’d had her read that to prepare her for that trial? Or game? Was this a game to him?

  She tried to be angry about the things he did but only managed to become inflamed with lust again.

  “Get dressed and meet me in my office.”

  Now that she thought of it, he sounded… upset.

  Oh God. What if… she was she supposed to not do what she did? Oh God! Oh God, oh God, she’d just… behaved like a slut! He’d just given her a slut test, and she’d flunked!

  She jumped off the table and quickly snatched up her clothes and began dressing, the whole while feeling… skanky.

  What did he think of her now?

  But…how dare he use such a…such a special and intimate thing in a test?

  She realized then that she’d demonstrated just how special she thought it was, giving it away like it was free to the world, the first cute guy touching her.

  The idea she’d disappointed him brought stupid, irrational tears to her eyes. She had one chance at a great job and she’d just stupidly ruined it possibly. How could she ever think he’d want her to behave like a slut? On the job?