33. Paige
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Paige
Regret sets in as soon as I come home from the bar.
What a stupid, impulsive decision this was, and I haven’t made stupid, impulsive decisions in so long.
My fingers are tight around my phone, preparing themselves to send Ryan a text stating this is a horrible idea I should’ve never agreed to.
Still, each time I unlock it to do so, something stops me.
Maybe it’s curiosity.
My life’s been pretty boring the past few years. It was by choice, but it was still boring. This idea is anything but.
No matter how hard my mind screams at me to put a stop to this, that the danger isn’t worth it, my body doesn’t let me.
My fingers refuse to type out the text; my body is positive it is indeed worth it.
Maybe it’s the time spent depraving it of any human attention.
Of touches, and pleasure, and sex. Or I’m just that horny that my rationale doesn’t matter.
With a sigh, I place my phone onto my nightstand and drop onto my bed.
Two days later, I’m facing the opposite problem. Instead of debating whether I should call the whole thing off, I’m now deliberating if I should ask him when the hell our agreement starts.
My skin’s been tingling for two days straight, buzzing in anticipation of something I’m not even sure is coming. Was it some sick joke he played on me? Just to see how desperate I was?
No, he wouldn’t do that. I don’t know a lot about him, but I know he’s a standup guy.
I jump up from the couch at the sound of my phone pinging. I quickly grab the phone, praying it’s not Jordan, like it was this morning.
Breath hitches in my throat, noticing Ryan’s name on my screen. I count to three before opening the text.
Ryan
This was a long week. I think I need something to take my mind off it.
Me
Like what?
Ryan
Well, for starters, are you home?
Heat travels to my core, moisture pooling in my mouth. What the hell does he have planned?
Me
Yes.
Ryan
Perfect.
I need you to take that box I brought you two days ago.
My pulse in my throat, I jump off the bed and open a drawer of my dresser, one that became my designated sex toy drawer. The seal is broken because I wanted to check the toy out, but I haven’t tried it, as if I expected him to have a plan for it.
Ryan
Found it?
Me
Yes.
Ryan
Good girl.
A warmth floods my belly, his words working their magic. Just as I extract the C-shaped toy, it starts buzzing, eliciting a gasp out of me.
Ryan
This is a special toy for a special girl.
I can operate it from my phone.
My heart thuds loudly inside my ribcage as I await his next instruction.
Ryan
Lie on the bed, Paige.
The toy stops buzzing. I do what he says, rushing to draw my curtains and get in bed. Just as I lie down, my ringtone sounds out.
“Shit,” I murmur, practically flinging the phone from the bed. It’s him. I take a deep breath before answering, “Yes?”
“I grew too impatient not knowing what’s going on. Did you listen to me, Paige? Are you in bed?” His low, gravelly tone sends tingles through my body.
“Yes.” My voice is a breathy whisper.
“Good. Now I need you to strip for me.”
My fingers freeze, realizing that this is becoming real. I’m about to have my first ever phone sex.
“I need to hear you, Paige,” he coos.
My decision is made within a beat of my heart. “Yes, I’m taking my clothes off.” Putting the phone on speaker, I strip in a rush and pull the clothes off myself as fast as I can. “I-I’m naked.”
“Perfect. Do you like being my good girl, Paige? You like listening to what I tell you to do, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then you’ll enjoy this very much.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Take your hand and let it travel down your body. All the way down to that little pink pussy.”
My stomach flexes with desire, but I do what he says. My hand starts its way on my right breast and lowers over my belly to my pubic bone.
“Touch yourself, Paige.” A small whimper escapes me as my fingers land on my clit. “Are you wet? Is that perfect pussy drenched for me?”
I dip my finger through my slit, realizing I am, in fact, soaked. “Fuck. I am.”
“Shit, baby. You’re made for this, aren’t you? Made to listen to my commands.”
My fingers rub a circle over my clit of their own accord. “Yes.”
“Tsk-tsk-tsk, I didn’t tell you to play with your clit.” I don’t know how he knows it. Maybe he heard it in my voice, or in the hitch in my breath. “I need you to take that toy now.”
As soon as my hand wraps around it, the toy starts back on. It buzzes in my palm, creating a whirr within me.
“Get comfortable. Take the toy and slip the thinner part into that pussy. Can you do that, Paige?”
“I can.”
I’ll sure as hell do my best. As I push it slowly inside, I realize there’s no resistance. Just a few of his dirty words made me wet enough to not feel the cold silicone slipping in.
“Place the wide part on your clit, baby. Let it show you what it can do.”
I position the toy the way he told me, and a loud moan slips out.
“That’s it. That’s the right spot,” he tells me, while my head drops back.
The sensation differs from other toys I’ve tried. There’s a delicious pressure on my clit, and the penetrative part pushes on my G-spot, but it’s like it doesn’t have enough power to actually make me feel it. It’s a delicious feeling, but one I’m not sure is enough to do what it’s supposed to.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s nice.”
A dark chuckle fills the room. “Nice? That’s not what I was going for. Let’s try this.” My back arches off the bed as the toy’s strength enhances tenfold. “Better?”
“Better,” I huff out.
He tells me to touch my nipples, roll them, pinch them, while whispering words of praise. There’s something about him calling me his good girl that plants a seed deep into my chest. Being called a good girl is hot, but being called his good girl is fuzzing the edges of my mind.
He leads me to the brink of my orgasm but doesn’t push me over. The buzz of the toy is continuous, strong enough to make me shiver, but not enough to send me to my climax.
I’m not sure how much time passes before I start begging. “Ryan, I-I can’t…”
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. Tell me what you need.”
“I need more,” I cry out.
“More of what?”
“Everything,” I practically yell, desperation settling in. “I need to come. I really, really need to come.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
“This is not enough. The toy’s not enough.”
“I know that, too.” What? “That’s a toy meant for couples.”
“I-I don’t understand.”
“It’s not meant to be the only thing inside you.”
My brain struggles to form a conclusion when a doorbell breaks through the fog of it. Panic sets in an instant before Ryan whispers, “Open the door, Paige.”
“What?” I whisper-yell, but I’m already on my feet.
“Open the door. I think you deserve to come now.”
I throw the toy onto the bed and rush to my front door, forgetting the insignificant fact of being naked. The realization hits me as soon as I open the door, finding Ryan on the other side. He’s a vision to my orgasm-starved body, but my brain freezes.