Chapter 13
Deacon
“You’re fucking kidding me?” Leo sat up straight on the couch, the beer in his hand forgotten as he stared at me. “Fraud?”
“Yes,” I said. “I reported them this afternoon, right before I quit.”
“Holy fuck,” Leo said. “Why the fuck did they hire you to clean up the finances if they were committing fraud?”
“He thought I would go along with it,” I said with a shrug.
Leo took a drink of beer. “You’re a goddamn stickler for the rules. You have a reputation for being by the book for a reason. Why in hell’s name would this guy think you’d ‘go along with it’?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “But now I’m out of a job, and my next client isn’t booked until two months from now.”
“Like you need a job, moneybags,” Leo snorted.
“I like to keep busy,” I said.
“Speaking of keeping busy, how’s it going with the new girl?”
“Well,” I said. “She’s eager to please and happy to learn my rules.”
“You fuck her yet?” Leo asked.
“No, and I’m not going to.”
“Just checking.” Leo glanced at his watch. “Shit, I gotta go. I told Sherri I’d meet her at her place at eight.”
“Sherri from the club?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I followed Leo out to the foyer. “You’re seeing Sherri outside of the club?”
Leo shrugged. “It’s a new thing. We just started last week.”
“Are you dating her?” I asked.
“We haven’t defined it.” Leo shrugged into his jacket.
“Hey,” I said. “Are you into Sherri?”
Leo grinned at me. “Yeah, and I think she’s into me too.”
“That’s great,” I said. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, buddy.” Leo opened the door, and a blast of cold air washed over us. “Fuck, it’s freezing out. This cold snap is supposed to last another two weeks and get even colder. I gotta move to some warm fucking island.”
I laughed. “You and me both.”
“Later, loser,” Leo said with a grin before jogging to his car.
I closed the door and leaned against it briefly before returning to the family room. I snorted as I collapsed on the couch and stared moodily at the television mounted over the fireplace. Could it be called a family room when only one person lived here?
I studied the room. Once, I had imagined a family here. Me and Eloise and our children. But I’d been a fool who’d wanted something so badly I’d ignored every fucking red flag waving around Eloise.
You just need to find someone else.
No thanks. I’d made that mistake once before and look where it got me. I’d rather live alone in my giant fucking house for the rest of my life than have my heart crushed again. I’d barely survived it the first time. I wouldn’t survive it again.
Charlotte wouldn’t break your heart.
I pushed that thought out of my head. Charlotte might be compatible with my tastes in bed, but so was Eloise. And Charlotte seemed even more hard up for money than Eloise had been.
Since our Sunday play session, I’d spent more time than I’d liked wondering exactly what Charlotte did for a living and why she needed money so badly. There could be a thousand reasons why, and I’d never know. I shouldn’t want to know. This was strictly a business transaction between us, nothing more.
I grabbed my phone and read the text chain between Celeste and myself. I’d tried to book Charlotte for my usual Wednesday night, but she wasn’t available. I’d booked for Thursday night instead and was a little annoyed that I’d have to wait an extra day.
Because you’re horny or because you’re worried she’s playing with someone else?
My jaw tightened. Charlotte had told me she wasn’t playing with anyone else.
And you believe her just like that? Of course she wouldn’t tell you if she was playing with someone else. Why would she?
My inner voice made a good point, and I tried not to let the jealousy take hold. It shouldn’t matter to me if Charlotte was playing with someone else. Thursday night was a business transaction - nothing more.
Still, that didn’t stop me from bringing up Charlotte’s number. I absolutely should not fucking text her. Having each other’s numbers was against the rules, and it was only because I was afraid she’d freeze to death on her way to my house that I had her number.
Of course, checking to ensure her car was fixed was a reason to text, right? If I didn’t confirm, she’d be walking from the bus stop on Thursday night, and it was supposed to be one of the coldest nights yet.
That cemented my decision, and I quickly fired off a text to her.
Deacon
Hello, Charlotte. Is your car fixed, or should I send an Uber on Thursday night?
I set my phone on the couch, watched two minutes of a cooking show that played on the television, and then picked up my phone and checked messages. Bubbles indicated that Charlotte was typing, sending more excitement through me than I wanted to admit.
Charlotte
Hello, Mr. Steele. Marvin is fixed and ready and willing to make the drive.
Deacon
Glad to hear it. I’m looking forward to Thursday.
Charlotte
Me as well, sir.
I set my phone down and stared at the TV again for almost a minute before I picked up my phone again.
Deacon
How is the work situation with your boss?
Charlotte
A little better, I think. I haven’t made any mistakes this week, and he hasn’t yelled at me. That’s an improvement. Mind you, it is only Tuesday. Plenty of time to get yelled at. ;)
I scowled. I didn’t like the idea of Charlotte being yelled at. She was so sensitive, and I could only imagine the damage it did to her. My phone dinged, and I eagerly scanned the screen.
Charlotte
How was your day?
Deacon
Fine. Leo came over tonight for a beer. Yours?
Charlotte
Good. My best friend Ella works in Australia right now, but we video chatted for a while. It was good to catch up with her. Now I’m reading and having a bath.
My dick immediately hardened, and a hot wave of lust washed over me. I shifted on the couch, trying to ease the sudden pressure at my crotch.
Deacon
You’re in the tub right now?
Charlotte
Yes.
I stared fixedly at my phone. I shouldn’t, I absolutely fucking shouldn’t reply, but I did anyway.
Deacon
You’re naked while you text with me?
Charlotte
I don’t usually wear clothes when I’m in the tub.
I laughed. Text Charlotte was a lot cheekier than in-person Charlotte.
Deacon
Sounds suspicious. I’ll need photogenic proof of the nakedness.
The minute I hit send, I cursed and dropped my phone on the couch. What the fuck was I doing? Asking Charlotte to send me nudes was juvenile and ridiculous. I wasn’t some horny teenager who couldn’t -
My phone dinged, and I nearly knocked it off the couch in my haste to grab it.
“Fuck me,” I said.
Charlotte had sent me a picture of herself. The angle was of her upper chest and breasts, but bubbles and water hid her perfect pink nipples.
My fingers trembling, my cock so hard it hurt, I typed back.
Deacon
So beautiful, baby, thank you. Now, show me your pretty pink nipples.
I waited, the heel of my hand rubbing at my dick. A new picture came through, and I groaned, rubbing my dick a little faster through my pants. Charlotte had sat up, and this one gave me the perfect view of her breasts. Her skin was wet and flushed with warmth, and her nipples were hard. A trail of bubbles clung to her right breast, and I would have given fucking anything to be in that tub with her right now.
Deacon
That’s my good girl. Will you touch yourself for me?
Charlotte
Yes, sir.
Deacon
Rub your clit with small circles, baby. Does it feel good?
I undid my pants and pulled my cock out, rubbing and stroking the shaft as I closed my eyes and pictured a naked Charlotte touching herself. My phone dinged, and I eagerly scanned the message.
Charlotte
It feels so good, sir. I want to come already.
I squeezed the base of my dick. I wanted to hear Charlotte coming. No, I fucking needed to hear her coming. Before I could tell myself what a bad idea it was, I texted one last time.
Deacon
May I call you?
She replied immediately, banishing any worry that I’d gone too far.
Charlotte
Yes.
* * *
Riley
When my phone rang,I didn’t hesitate to answer it, even though I knew what a bad idea it was.
“Hello, Mr. Steele.”
“Hello, Charlotte.”
There was a moment of awkwardness, and then he said, “Touch your clit for me, baby.”
“Yes, sir.” I slid my hand into the water and between my thighs, rubbing lightly at my clit, and not holding back my soft moans.
“Good girl.” Mr. Steele’s voice in my ear made what I was doing about a thousand times sexier. “I wish I was there, good girl. Wish I could be in that tub with you.”
“Me too,” I moaned.
“I’d make you straddle my thighs and ride my hand,” he said. “Make your pretty little cunt come all over my fingers.”
I moaned again, my fingers circling harder. I was close and didn’t even care that it was shamefully quick.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Mr. Steele said. I slid my fingers into my aching core, crying out at the sensation.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned. “Does it feel good?”
“Not enough,” I gasped. “I want your co -”
I cut myself off with a snap. What was I thinking? Mr. Steele had a no fucking rule, and so did I. Sure, this was just phone sex, but I shouldn’t -
“You want my cock, baby?” Mr. Steele asked.
I fucked myself harder, the water rising dangerously close to the top of the tub with every thrust of my hips. “Yes,” I moaned. “So much.”
“If I were there, I’d give it to you. I’d fill that perfect cunt and let you ride it for as long and hard as you want.” His voice caught in a low gasp, and I could hear him touching himself. It spurred my lust higher, and I tried desperately to find my g-spot like he had on the weekend.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when he heard my whine of frustration.
“I can’t find my g-spot,” I said. “I didn’t even think I friggin’ had one, and then you found it easy peasy, and now I can’t. It’s not fair.”
He chuckled, the low, intimate sound sending goosebumps across my body. “I’ll give you another g-spot orgasm on Thursday, sweet Charlotte. Touch your clit again for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, loving how it made him groan into the phone.
I rubbed my clit in slow circles, the pleasure spreading across my body like wildfire.
“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked.
“Yes, I want to come,” I moaned.
“Soon,” he said. “You’re making me so fucking hard thinking about you touching yourself in the tub. We should have done a video call so you could show me how pretty you look when you come.”
“Next time,” I gasped.
“Yes,” he said. His breath caught and I closed my eyes, picturing how he looked. Was he in his bed? Was he naked with his beautiful perfect cock jutting out with precum slicking the head?
My mouth watered, and before I allowed my shyness to stop me, I said, “I really want to suck your cock, Mr. Steele.”
“Is that right?” His breath came in harsh pants, and when he made a low groan, I rubbed faster at my clit.
“Yes. Will you let me on Thursday?”
“Yes,” he muttered. “Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to have your hot mouth on my dick, Charlotte. Can’t wait to watch you stuff your mouth full of my cock.”
I cried out, my fingers working furiously at my clit. “Sir, please! I need to come!”
“Come for me,” he growled into the phone.
I climaxed immediately, my body thrashing in the tub and water spilling out onto the floor as I cried Mr. Steele’s name. I slumped back in the tub, the phone clutched tightly to my ear, listening to Mr. Steele’s harsh pants and groans.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, “I just came all over the fucking floor.”
I laughed. “You’re not in bed?”
“No,” he said. “On the couch.”
Silence lapsed between us, and I started to feel a little self-conscious. I had just had phone sex with a client. If the sisters found out, they’d fire me for sure. “Mr. Steele, I -”
“Why can’t you do Wednesday night this week?” he asked abruptly.
“Oh, um, I have a dentist appointment,” I said. “I know you prefer Wednesdays, but my appointment has been booked for months and changing it is a pain. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Thursday works just as well.” Mr. Steele hesitated. “I’m sorry for prying into your personal life.”
“It’s fine,” I said.
More silence before he said, “I should go. I need to clean the floor.”
I laughed. “Right. Thank you for checking about Thursday night, Mr. Steele. I appreciate it.”
“Text me if your car breaks down again,” he said. “Promise me.”
“I promise,” I said.
“That’s my good girl. Good night, Charlotte.”
“Good night.” I ended the call and sank into the water, feeling warm, happy, and like I mattered. Today hadn’t been a terrible day at work, and talking to Ella had cheered me up, but talking to Mr. Steele, being his good girl, and knowing that he wanted me was one hell of an addictive drug. Being his good girl made everything that was shitty and stressful in my life seem far less important.
You’re giving it to him for free, Riley. He’s taking advantage of you.
I pulled the plug before climbing out of the tub and towelling dry. No, he wasn’t. I was the one who’d told him I was in the tub, and if I was honest with myself, I’d done it on purpose. I wanted to turn him on, wanted him to think about me wet and naked. If anyone was to blame for what happened tonight, it was me.
I wanted what happened tonight to happen, and I didn’t care that I wasn’t making money off of it. It’s not like he would have booked me for tonight anyway.
You keep giving it away to him, and he won’t have to book you anymore. Then you’ll have no choice but to play with someone else. Is that what you want?
No, it wasn’t, but one night of phone sex wouldn’t make Mr. Steele stop booking me. Besides, I would keep it strictly professional from this moment on. How hard could that be?