He’d let the question trail off and Serendipity considered her choices. This was being done over the phone, and he had no clue where she lived. For all he knew she could be in Omaha. All that aside, though, this was definitely something she’d never tried before, and while it frightened her a little, it also appealed to her adventurous nature.
“No, I don’t want to stop.”
“Good.” The leather cracked again. “Back in position, and don’t forget your hands are tied and there’s a spreader bar between your legs.”
How could I ever forget that? Serendipity had learned long ago that playing along with the demands, or suggestions, of her phone sex partners helped her get into the mood, and it gave them greater pleasure.
She knelt into position, spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back, her face resting against the soft covers.
“Now, the belt was just to get your attention. Do I have it?”
“Yes, Mr. X, you have it.” One hundred percent of it. You had it before then, but you really have it now.
“Good. Is your pussy wet?”
“Soaking.”
“Excellent.” The silence stretched out and she imagined him walking around the bed, examining her. “You never did tell me what you do for a living.”
“I’m a phone sex artist.” She moaned softly. “Right now I’m a frustrated one. Don’t you want me to talk about sucking your cock, or feeling your prick buried deep inside me? May I use my vibrator?”
That should get him hot and off the subject of her personal life.
There was another pause. “Are you a lawyer, or a doctor? Maybe a store clerk?”
“We’re not allowed to give out personal information.” She wiggled her ass, imagining he could see her. “Want to fuck me? My pussy is hot for you, but if you’d like an alternative means of entry, all you need to do is ask.”
“A writer maybe? Or are you independently wealthy and just looking for some excitement in your life?”
Damn it! Why wasn’t he talking about sex? He’d talked about it all last night, wearing her out. Her clit had throbbed this morning from being used so much the previous evening. It was a delicious ache, one that she’d like to repeat tomorrow morning.
“Mr. X, please. I need you to talk to me.”
“I am talking to you, but you’re not answering. I may have to treat you as a hostile witness.”
Serendipity’s shoulders stiffened and then she fought back a laugh. He was a lawyer. What would he say if he found out what she did as a day job?
Chapter Five
Don’t let him know you’re in the legal field. She repeated the mantra to herself over and over before clearing her throat and saying, “Does that mean the belt’s coming back out?”
“Maybe.” He gave a satisfied moan and Serendipity felt it deep inside her. “I can imagine your skin is very soft. I’m stroking your backside right now, imagining it just a little red from being spanked. Why won’t you answer my question?”
“I’m not allowed to. I could lose my job.”
“Fair enough.” There was a hissing sound, as if he were sucking in air through clenched teeth. “Look at how swollen that pussy is, all ready to be fucked. If you can’t answer my first question, I’ll withdraw it and ask this one instead: What state do you live in?”
Before she could reply, he said, “Wait, don’t answer. I can tell you. You live in California.”
“How did you kn…” She cleared her throat. “We’re unable to…”
“Yes, I know. But I live in California, and when I asked for a late time the woman said that was good for ‘your time zone.’ It could be other Pacific Coast states, but I picked mine, because I’m partial to it.
Damn it! It was an honest mistake for the operator to make, but one that gave out clues to people who listened. Like lawyers. There was no sense denying it, since he wasn’t going to drop the subject. But she needed to take control. Soon.
“Yes, I live in California.”
“Excellent, again. Are you still in position?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Then let’s begin.”
Begin? Let’s move straight to the orgasm! “What would you like me to do?”
“I want to hear your soft, sweet voice talk about sucking my dick. And don’t stop until you’ve heard me come.”
It was about damn time! “Look at that wonderful dick. Oh, is it nice and hard just for me?”
“Yeah, baby, it’s just for you. I know it’s impolite, but stuff your mouth and talk while you eat.”
She put her two fingers into her mouth, sucking and talking around them, telling him how good his cock felt, how she loved feeling him swell and pulse as she ran her tongue around him, sliding from tip to balls and back up, bathing him completely before taking him back in her mouth, sucking him as deeply as she could.
Because she knew guys like it, and it stroked their ego, she made gagging noises from time to time, as if he were too big for her mouth, as if his cock had hit the back of her throat.
“Oh yeah, Serendipity, baby, suck me. Fuck you have a great voice. It’s like I can feel the warmth of your mouth. Play with your clit, but don’t come until I give you permission, and no vibrators tonight. Just your fingers.”
A moan of disappointment escaped her mouth before she could stop it. She’d been looking forward to feeling the vibrator, but she would follow his instructions simply because he made her hotter than any of her customers ever had.
She was glad that he ignored her whine as she continued to suck and lick him, describing every inch and perceived vein that she ran across. When she heard his breathing pick up and his whispered, “Fuck yeah, more, more,” she knew he was close.
“Come inside me, let me taste all of it, warm and wet and delicious. Oh Mr. X, you have the most fantastic cock. Fill me, let me drink all of it.”
“Fuck yeah! Come, baby…with…ahhhhh.”
Serendipity pinched her clit, her orgasm exploding, pushed higher by Mr. X’s sounds of pure ecstasy. Her body pulsed and her pussy begged to be filled, but she obeyed his orders and left her vibrator in the off position.
“Oh baby, that was fucking incredible. I thought my balls were going to explode”
A feeling of pure satisfaction, unlike any sexual gratification she’d ever felt, raced through her. This man was addicting, and it could turn out to be a bad thing if she wasn’t careful. But then again, what was the harm? A cyber relationship could prove to be more fun than she’d ever had with real men, if the last two nights were any indication.
She mentally head slapped herself. Mr. X was a real man. She may not know what he looked like, but she knew he was a lawyer, and that he lived in California. If he were like any lawyer that she knew, he wouldn’t settle for a cyber sex buddy for long. He would either (a) grow tired of her, or (b) want to push things to another level.
From the way he was asking about her private life and trying to find out where she lived she voted for option b. What would she tell him if he did that? “I’m sorry but I just can’t?” Her mind might say it, but her body never would; not after the way he’d made her hum two nights in a row.
“Are you still with me?”
“Yes, Mr. X, I’m still here.”
“Your bonds are off now. Lie on your back, legs spread.”
The man was insatiable. He’d just had an orgasm and he was ready to play some more. He was going to wear her out.
“Now, you don’t have to tell me your name, or what city you live in, but I want to know something about you, Serendipity, something that will make you real.”
She laughed softly as she settled herself on the bed. “I hate lima beans.”
“So do I.” She heard him settle himself on the bed, then sigh. “And I can’t stand peas.”
“But I love brussel sprouts,” she said, knowing that would probably set him off. Most people gave her a horrified look when she said that.
“Excuse me?” She imagined hi
m sitting up in his bed and staring at the phone in utter shock. “I just got a blowjob from a woman who likes brussel sprouts?”
She laughed at his disbelief. “Yes, you did. Yummy!”
“Are you hiding any other horrible secrets, like you’re really a man?”
“Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Fallon said. Serendipity was gone now, faded into the background.
“Thank God,” Mr. X replied. “For a minute there I was really worried it was going to be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.”
They both dissolved into laughter and Fallon hugged herself. He could ask her just about anything and she’d tell him, breaking every rule she’d agreed to when she’d taken this job. But frankly, she didn’t care. They had another hour and a half, and right now she’d answered impart her innermost secrets to this man.
Chapter Six
Last night she’d done something she’d never done before, and she knew she shouldn’t have, but discovering that Mr. X was really Burke Gordon had set her world spinning.
What were the odds that the client that had touched her so perfectly would turn out to be one of the most successful attorneys in San Diego? A million to one, maybe?
The only time anything good ever happened to her, and nothing would ever come of it.
She’d done something she shouldn’t do last night, she’d hacked into her own files at the company and discovered his real name. After the initial shock had worn off, she’d spent another two hours surfing the web. He was featured prominently in many different cases in town, and there were a few photos of him at charity events, always with a beautiful woman on his arm.
The pictures showed a fit man in his early thirties, with short dark hair and a smile that made her toes curl. From the looks of his dates, he did the same thing to them. True they weren’t stick figures, but they weren’t size sixteen court reporters either. She had two more sessions with him; one tonight, and then the Christmas party where she would perform phone sex with his friend. She wasn’t looking forward to that.
In fact he’d almost ruined her for her other clients. She’d had two of them call for tonight and she’d pushed them off on other operators, telling her boss that she was tired and needed to take a nap.
Her boss had teased her about “saving” herself for the nine o’clock show and Fallon hadn’t disagreed with her. The company frowned on that sort of thing, but she hadn’t harped on it. If it happened a few more times, though, Fallon would be called on the carpet and reminded that she needed to keep her identity away from her clients.
Fallon snapped up the phone on the first ring. She checked the ID then hit the connect button on her headset.
“Hello Mr. X. How are you this evening?” She imagined him in his office, sitting back in his chair with his tie undone, a drink in his hand. Then she nixed that idea. It was after nine, and although it wasn’t unheard of for a lawyer to work that late she had a feeling he was at home, either lying on his bed or the couch. The picture of him in his work clothes, tie undone and drink in hand, remained, despite the change in location.
“Hello, Serendipity. It’s been a hell of a day.”
“I’m sorry, can I make it all better?” She murmured deep in her throat, the sound low and seductive. “Perhaps you’d like to feel my mouth on you, or would you prefer something else tonight?”
“Not a bad idea, but before that I want to talk.”
“All right.” She sat down on the bed, wrapping her robe around her. “About what? The weather? The sad state of the economy? What happened today that troubled you so much?”
“Bad day in cou…at work.” He sighed she heard him swallow. Yes, he was definitely drinking. “But I don’t want to talk about that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Shock ran through her body and she cleared her throat. “Well, I have been known to produce fantastic orgasms, which I think I’ve proven with you a time or two. Men think about sex quite often, so it wouldn’t be hard for you to associate my voice with…”
“No, that’s not it. I want to know you. Tell me your most secret desire that has nothing to do with sex.”
This was different, and it wasn’t a good thing. Her clients wanted to talk about themselves, not about her.
Before she could answer he started talking again.
“I know you’re not supposed to give out personal information, which is just fine. I just want some insight into the woman who made me shoot off so hard last night, and the night before that, too.”
There was a pregnant pause, and then he added, “You’re most secret desire.”
“Is this one of those ‘if you could meet any person in the world who would it be’ type questions?”
“Indulge me.”
The deep timbre of his voice made her shiver. Right now she would give him just about anything.
“Okay.” The word came out of her mouth even as her mind was screaming no. This was a huge mistake, and would probably land her in a world of trouble. “But you have to promise not to laugh at me.”
When he laughed, she growled, surprised at the sound. “Sorry about that, but the deal’s off.”
“No, I was just getting it out of the way now,” he said. “I promise not to laugh.”
“You’ve already done that, but since you’re paying for it…” She let the words trail off before she took a deep breath. “I have three goals in life. First, I have a list of classic novels I want to read, so that when someone brings them up in a conversation I can say: I’ve read that.”
“Not bad.” There was the sound of him taking another drink. “How far along on the list are you?”
“I picked two hundred books, and I’ve read thirty of them. I just came up with this when I was twenty-four.” She wanted to tell him that all her friends had laughed at her, told her that was a stupid goal, but she hadn’t care. She loved to read, and she wanted to have this list under her belt.
“What are you reading now?”
She looked toward her bedside table. “Treasure Island. Believe it or not, I didn’t have to read it in school.”
“I love that book.” The excitement in his voice made her tingle. “We could get into a great discussion about it, but that would take up all our time. What’s next on the goal list?”
“I want to visit every state.” She shrugged, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “Right now I’ve seen eleven of them. To tell the truth, I’ve added to this goal, in that I have several other places I’d like to visit, too: England, France, Italy, Spain and Egypt.”
“I’ve been to two of those places, England and Italy.”
Then take me there, please. She kept those words to herself. “I’m jealous. Was it fun?”
“Beautiful.” She wanted him to say it would be much more fun if she’d been with him, but he didn’t. “What is the last goal?”
The last one was stupid, and sort of juvenile, so she’d kept it to herself. “That was it, really. I pushed two of them together, the foreign and domestic travel.”
“Liar.” His voice deepened with authority. “Do I need to take off my belt?”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Do you want to spank me, Mr. X?”
This time he was the one who cleared his throat. “Let’s see if I can guess. You want to fall in love.”
“No, I’ve given up on that.” The minute the words were out of her mouth she cringed. That opened up a whole kettle of fish that she didn’t
“Why?” He sounded genuinely interested, and that made her want to tell him. But she wouldn’t.
“I just have. Now, about that spanking…”
“Love is a beautiful thing, you know. Even when it’s over, and you get over the pain of it, you remember the good things. All people should experience it at least once.”
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
Fallon settled down amongst her pillows, wondering why she wasn’t putting a stop to this. Phone sex artists were taught to end calls that
were going in the wrong direction. The client would be refunded his money if she reported it. But she didn’t want to do that. She was enjoying this too much. The sound of his voice was addictive and she wanted to hear it as much as possible.
He was right about the memory thing. When she’d finally got the courage up to refuse his calls she would be able to recall his deep, melodious voice and how it made her feel.
“I was in love once.”
His admission made her stomach roil. She wasn’t sure why. A man as handsome as him had to have attracted a million women over the years. Of course he would have been in love with at least once of them.
“But it didn’t work?”
“No.” He didn’t sound sad, just matter of fact about it. “She wanted a husband who was a rich lawyer. I was a lawyer, but the money wasn’t coming in quick enough for her. She pushed and pushed for me to take bigger cases, make more money. Soon I realized it wasn’t me she wanted in her life, it was what I could give her.”
“I’m sorry.” She wanted to ask him how long ago this had been, since she hadn’t seen any mention of a wife in her web searching last night. But that would tell him that she knew who he was, and that she’d been checking up on him. Definitely a bad idea.
“Don’t be. It was hard at first, but I learned from it. The next woman I marry will love me, and not my job. Have you ever been married?”
“No.” Fallon licked her lips and looked toward the clock. He had thirty minutes left on tonight’s session. “We should…”
“Why not?”
How hard was it to say that she’d never found anyone? It wasn’t hard, really. She thought it made her sound like a loser. “Life happens.”
“Yes, it does.” He sighed deeply and she imagined him nestling down into the covers of his bed. “You were going to say something, maybe tell me your third wish?”
“What I was going to say was that the clock is ticking. You sound tired. Shall I lull you to sleep?”
“What do you have in mind?”
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