Number Neighbor

by KD Robichaux

  He doesn’t know I’m already naked. My clit throbs, growing slick with desire, and the image being fucked by Owen with nothing but my shirt on because he couldn't wait to get me naked has me practically panting. I go into my bedroom and climb onto the bed.

  Me: Okay.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: My dick is aching it’s so hard for your beautiful pussy. I want you to think of his huge cock sliding against your clit. Using it as your own toy. Touch your clit, Ivy. Now.

  Hunter’s demand is via text message, but I swear I hear it as if he were right in front of me. But I only see Owen in my mind. I imagine it’s Owen messaging me tonight.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: How does it feel?

  I use talk-to-text to reply.

  Me: So wet.

  I circle my clit and my back leaves the bed, a loud moan singing out through the thick air. I remember Owen’s tongue there. It was so slick and demanding, his strokes possessive and dominating me in a way I never thought I would like. But the idea of being held down and fucked so hard like his tongue was doing has my fingers rubbing hard, fast circles.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Tell me what you did to him, Ivy.

  Me: I dropped to my knees and put his huge cock in my mouth, and I sucked him so good. The way he came in my mouth… God, I loved it. I loved sucking cock. Am I bad for that?

  I use one finger and try exploring, sticking my finger inside to attempt to mimic Owen’s tongue when he thrust it inside me, but it’s not the same.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Fuck. I’ve never been so hard. Do you like dirty talk, Ivy? Is it something you want to try with me to see if you like it?

  I bite my lip, turning my attention back to my clit.

  Me: Try?

  HunterNumberNeighbor: When you were on your knees, I bet he rammed into your mouth, because you were so hungry for it. You liked sucking cock. I want your hot mouth wrapped around me. I’m thinking about it right now.

  Me: Oh wow, more.

  It does turn me on, so much so that I feel heat pooling deep in my lower stomach, and my core becomes drenched with need.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Was he big? Did he fuck your mouth good?

  Me: Yes. He did. He was so big I barely fit him. And he made these noises, God! It was so hot.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Yeah, because you have a hot, slutty mouth made just for it. Don't you?

  Me: Yes. I loved pleasing him.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: I bet you did. You probably choked on that cock while you looked up at him, didn't you, lovely Ivy? Slap your clit and then plunge two fingers in. Do it now, and tell me what you feel.

  I hesitate for a minute, worried it may hurt and a little afraid of his request.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Don’t make me ask twice. Slap that little clit and slam in your fingers. I want you to come with me. I’m so hard for you. So fucking hard, Ivy.

  I bite harder on my lip and do as he says. I pull my hand back and then bringing it down in one swift motion. I hear the sound and feel the sensation rock me to my core as it reverberates, coursing through me.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Let go and come for me, Ivy. Fucking come. Shit. I’m coming all over you. Thinking about coming all over those tits.

  I ram in the two fingers and feel myself on the brink, but I can’t get there. I. Just. Can’t. Something won’t let me, and I know it’s not just my phobia. It’s my….

  Fuck! I can’t come, and I growl out into the room in frustration. I pull my fingers out and slap myself again, wanting to orgasm while thinking of Hunter coming for me. I plunge the two fingers in and work my thumb on my clit, bowing my back off the bed, wanting and needing it, when something happens. My whole body seizes when I read the text.

  Dr. Sage: I want you so badly, baby. I’m stroking myself while I think of that beautiful, delicious pussy. Are you thinking of me?

  And just like that, it hits. Like a volcano erupting, I explode. My first orgasm floods through me, my entire body igniting in goose bumps and catching fire. Sweat beads along my forehead, and I stare at the text from Owen. He messaged me, and it set me off. I was needing him. That’s what was missing!

  I scream out, my spine nearly snapping in half as I drop the phone and cry out Owens name. “Owen! Oh my God!” Just then, my phone rings, and I see his name.

  “Owen?” I answer breathlessly.

  “Fuck, Ivy. I’m coming. I need you. Where are you? I need to see you.” He groans like he did when he was unleashing his come down my throat.

  “I’m home. My address is—”

  “I know where you live. Employee records. Leave the bedroom window unlocked and a light on so I can find you. I want to come in through your window like a thief in the night and feed on you till you can’t remember your own name.”

  I gasp, the aftershocks of my orgasm hitting me. “Owen, I… I—”

  “Do not deny me what’s mine. Leave the window unlocked and remove all your clothes. I want you.” I gulp, my desire roaring back to life.

  “Yes, sir,” I reply out of habit from work.

  “Ah, that’s my good girl.”

  I whimper, hearing exactly what I’ve been longing for. “Owen, hurry.”

  Chapter 10

  Owen

  * * *

  She came for me. Only when my text came through did she let go. I watched her outside her window as she followed “Hunter’s” lead, but he couldn't get her off, because to her, it wasn't me. The second I sent her a message, giving her what I knew she needed, she came. Ivy needs me. She wants me, and the jealous beast inside me is still not tamed. I am Hunter and he is me, but she doesn't know that.

  After what we shared, my jealousy runs thick in my veins over her talking to Hunter the way she did. I’m a prick, I know, for not telling her the truth, but she's not ready for it yet. I need to get inside her first and make sure she's ready for everything it means to be with a man like me. I will not just have Ivy; I will fucking claim, possess, and own her as mine. All mine.

  I wait fifteen long, excruciating minutes in my car outside her house as I wait until I go in to be with her. I watch her lie on the bed, naked and sated, her hands lying on her pillow where her head is atop them. She's breathtakingly exquisite, and I need to get inside her house and inside that body. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. She's making me crazy in my obsession for her. Fuck.

  The second the fifteen-minute mark passes, I get out of my Audi and walk right up to her window. Once I am close enough, she sees me. Sitting up, her dark hair cascades around her. Her fuck-me eyes look ravenous yet innocent all at once, and I realize this right here is my fantasy come true.

  I open her window and slowly climb in. She sits still, taking me in as I tower over her and just stare down.

  “Am I dressed the way you wanted?” She blushes, looking down at her body shamefully. She doesn't recognize she's doing it, but it makes me growl.

  “You are so fucking perfect and beautiful. Don’t look at your body in shame. It was made to be worshipped not despised.”

  Her eyes look up at me, searching mine. “I hate it. It makes me feel powerless.”

  I move then, climbing on the bed to be at her fucking beck and call. I start at the foot of her bed, grabbing her foot and bringing her ankle to my lips, leaving open-mouthed kisses. “You have gymnophobia. Where did that come from, Ivy? Did someone tell you that your nakedness is shameful?” I kiss up her calves, leaving little bites as I go, each one making her shiver.

  “Yes.” I can feel her body tensing on me as I kiss her right on her beautiful center. “Owen!” she cries, her hands finding my hair, trying to push me away.

  She's vulnerable, because she's in her own place, her environment. Today in the office, she was more open to her naked body and her pleasure, because she was in my space and could pretend she was someone else, someone strong and without fear. But she also stopped me from making her come, which I'm not okay with. But I respect her too much to force her beyond her limits. I have to
help her, teach her—guide her.

  “Who told you to be ashamed?” I ask, now kissing each of her perky nipples.

  “My mother. She always said our bodies were used to sin and we should be ashamed.”

  Ah—there is it. “Why would she do that? Lie back, Ivy.” I help her move, her eyes going wide.

  “My father cheated… a lot, and my mother said he couldn't resist the sins of the flesh. She made me believe my body could ruin people.”

  “No. Your father was a coward for not just leaving if he was unhappy,” I tell her, gripping her chin in my hand and bringing her eyes to mine. “Are you close with him?”

  She shakes her head, tears coming to her eyes. “He died years ago, but when my parents got divorced, he left to be with his mistress, leaving us behind.”

  I kiss her cheek. How can anyone willingly walk out of her life? Ivy is wise, beyond caring, intelligent, witty, and unique. I’ve learned by watching and listening to her from the sidelines for a long while, studying who she is. “Are you and your mother close?” Her eyes turn dark, the saddest I've ever seen her.

  “No.” She's curt and her eyes drift to the window.

  “Ivy, talk to me. I want to know. I want to be there for you.” I bring her attention back to me.

  “She was awful. She used to shave my head and make me wear layers and layers of clothes, even in the dead of summer. I was teased a lot for it. I even got sick at times. Heat stroke.”

  I hiss, my hand that’s on the bed grips the sheet, and I hurry and move it to touch her hip so I can feel her. I need to calm down. “When did you get away?” I kiss her temple before I move us abruptly, me against her headboard and her straddling me, completely fucking naked and breathtaking. She covers herself, crossing her arms over her breasts. “You don’t know what it does to me when you cover yourself like that.” I change the subject for a brief moment.

  “I don’t. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.”

  “You are so beautiful. You take my breath away. Feel that? You do that to me.” I grab her hips and take note at how rounded they are in my large hands. She's all woman and I’m all man. I rock her hips back and forth, her cunt gliding against my shaft in my slacks. Ivy cries out, her hands instinctively going to my chest. Her large, luscious yet perky breasts become exposed, and I hiss as we keep her moving against my length. “Your body is a work of art. These tits. God. Mine.” I use one hand to cup her left breast, squeezing and gripping it.

  “Ah!” she moans.

  “I don’t like when you hide it.”

  “But then you lust over me and do crazy things because of me. You sin because of me,” she whispers, and my other hand goes to cup her jaw.

  “What’s wrong with lusting and sinning over something that belongs to me? And the only sin I plan on making is fucking you out of wedlock, which will not be for long. I don’t and will never look at other women the way I do you. Do I do that to you too, Ivy?”

  Her eyes widen, her breath catching at what my words imply, and she nods. “Owen, I have wanted you since the day you interviewed me.” There is a sheepish smile on her face.

  “That’s how it should be. There is nothing shameful about lusting over the one you're with. No woman will ever get me like you do.”

  “Why now, then? Why did you wait, and why did you treat me so coldly?”

  Moving my hands to her hips, I glide them up her stomach, touching over the feminine roundness there. Fuck, she is every wet dream and spank bank come true. Each inch of her body looks like I sculpted it just for me.

  “Because I didn't think you were ready. You're young and free, and I didn't want to hold you back.”

  “How would you hold me back? You didn’t think I’d want you?”

  Ivy doesn't even know her own seductiveness. With that simple question, it sounded like she was asking me to fuck her right there, take her like a mad man. “Baby, when you're mine, I don’t take that lightly. I’ll possess you. I’ll own every inch of this body. You’ll do what I say, and you'll be mine to do whatever I want. You’ll become a part of me. Are you really ready for that?”

  “Will you ever hurt me?” She tilts her head and bites her lip.

  Wait… does she want that? “I would never hit you. Maybe a really good spanking with a hard fucking, but I would never hurt you. I just want you to belong to me solely. I don’t want you to want anyone but me.”

  “I don’t. I have only ever wanted you.”

  “No, I want you to desire me so much that it affects your day. You can’t focus unless I’m in your presence. I want you at my feet, sucking my cock every damn night.” Her eyes go wide and her body jolts forward. “Yeah, like that,” I praise her body for reacting to me.

  “I can do that. I want that. The idea of being owned by you feels like the only right thing in my life. But…”

  “But what?” I murmur, holding her eyes with mine.

  “But is it reciprocated? Will I own you in return? Will I possess you, own every inch of your body? Will you do what I say and be mine to do whatever I want? Because I want you to be that for me too,” she confesses.

  “Baby, you already do. Since day one, you’ve owned me. Since the second you stepped into my office, you’ve possessed my body and soul. There hasn’t been another woman since, and will never be one ever again after you,” I tell her. Can’t she see the truth written in my face? “You have to promise something to me before we start this.”

  She nods, leaning over on her own and kissing my neck then jaw. “Anything.”

  I groan, thrusting up into her, my cock wanting so badly to be inside her. “You can never leave me. I own you, Ivy.”

  She gulps, leaning back just enough to bring our faces within inches of each other. “If what you said is true and I own you too, then deal… Dr. Sage.”

  There is finality in her voice, and I know she’s all in. “Look at you. You're topping me right now, Ivy.”

  She smiles wickedly, a look of confidence that is beautiful on her. Placing a soft kiss next to my ear, she whispers, “Help me get dressed?”

  Her question catches me off guard and I laugh. “What? Why? We aren't done here. I still have to eat you for hours.”

  She blushes when she rocks back. “I would love that, but Jenika and I have plans tonight. I promised her we would go to a club.”

  “No,” I bite out, flipping us so I’m on top and my lips collide with hers in a brutal kiss.

  She gives in for a moment, her body going completely lax beneath me as we share our first real kiss, but then she shakes her head. “Owen, I promised. I have to. We haven't had a girls’ night in a while.” Her hands timidly explore me with slight trepidation. They crawl up the back of my shirt, and she drags her nails ever so gently along the muscles of my lower back.

  “You have to work tomorrow,” I remind her, trying to think of anything that’ll keep her here with me.

  She giggles. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Don’t you sass me, Ivy.” My voice promises punishment.

  “You have to let me go. I promise to give you all my attention tomorrow. Maybe I might even come into your office between patients to steal some kisses.”

  I bite her neck then suck, marking my territory for all men to see she's taken. “Fine. But tomorrow, you come to the office early and I want to work on getting you comfortable. I want you on my desk before I get there, with no panties. You will send me a picture before I come in. Full cunt and all.”

  Her breath hitches. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

  “Which part?”

  “Both.”

  “For my eyes only. Remember it’s you and me, and your body is not shameful. Say it,” I tell her.

  She shakes her head.

  “Ivy, say it or I will not let you leave here without eating you out until you scream your forfeit.”

  “But Jenika—”

  “I don’t care. You know me better than that.”

  “Fine. I’ll do it. But you can’t
let anyone see it.”

  “Another thing, baby.” I let out a low rumble in my chest of annoyance. “I won’t fucking share you.”

  Before she can protest, I lean in and kiss her, stealing the words right out of her mouth.

  She's mine.

  Chapter 11

  Ivy

  * * *

  In twenty-four hours, my world flipped upside down.

  Owen has declared his desire for me, claiming me during my appointment and then climbing in through my window, telling me the most raw, intimate, and nearly psychotic confessions. He told me things that made me question all my fears and phobias, challenged them and surprisingly had me heated in deep-rooted passion.

  I want it so bad. I want everything he’s offering me. I never thought I would agree to be owned, but with him… I want to be everything he wants and more. I want to be possessed.

  “I look like an idiot. I shouldn't wear this.”

  “Take that back. Now, Ivy.” He slaps my ass and I yelp, turning and peering up at him.

  “Ouch.” I rub at my bottom, and he pushes me up against the wall, caging me in with his arms on either side of my head.

  “Take it back. I won’t let you criticize yourself. Phobia or not. You look beautiful, and if I weren’t trying to get you to see how perfect your body is, then I wouldn't let you out of this house.”

  “What? So I do look stupid?”

  He leans, nipping at my lip. “You are way smarter than that, Ivy. I wouldn't let you leave, because no other man should see you like this. You look like a walking wet dream, and every man there tonight is going to want you.”

  “I don’t want that. I only want you to see me.” My hands reach up to stroke across his abs.

  He hisses. “If you want to leave tonight, then stop tempting me. Show your body off with pride, just don’t share it. Got it, Ivy?”

  I nod, the heat between my legs, growing with his demand. “Yes, sir.” I lick the spot on my lip he nipped. When he kisses me again, it turns passionate, our desire igniting all over again, but it’s short-lived when my phone rings.