11. Sadie #3
I know everything about you, Sadie. The way you push your body until it hurts. The way the steam clings to your skin when you finally step out. Eat, baby. You’ve had a long day. You need your strength.
Baby. The word sends a flush through me. I take another bite of pasta, my cheeks burning.
Sadie
This is insane. You’re scaring me.
Unknown number.
Am I? Or does part of you like knowing I’m always watching? Go to bed soon. You pushed yourself too hard at practice. You deserve to rest.
I finish eating in silence, then crawl onto my bed, exhausted but wired. My phone buzzes again.
Unknown number.
Sadie, sleep. Don’t worry, I’m watching over you, baby.
Sadie
I can’t sleep. I’m not relaxed enough. My whole body aches, and my brain won’t shut off.
It’s true, the last few days I haven’t been sleeping because I’ve been thinking about the competition, my routine, my brother, how I can’t let the team down, and how I have to keep my grades up to stay here.
Unknown number.
Do you want me to help you relax?
Sadie.
What does that mean?
I have no idea what he’ll do. Did he drug my coffee, and I didn’t notice? I mean no one would notice, but then again no one would have just taken a coffee from their stalker.
Unknown number.
Then let me help you relax. Touch yourself for me. Slowly. Slide your hand into those little shorts.
My breath catches. Fear and heat twist together in my stomach. This is wrong. I know it’s wrong. But my hand still moves. What the hell is happening? How am I trusting this person? But my hand is slipping under the waistband before I can talk myself out of it.
Sadie
I can’t believe I’m doing this…
Unknown number.
You’re already wet, aren’t you? Good girl. Circle your clit the way you like. Nice and slow.
I whimper softly, my eyes half-closed, my fingers moving. My pulse is racing. I’m terrified and aching and so turned on I can barely think.
Then my phone starts ringing.
Unknown number.
I freeze for half a second then hit the red button, there is no way I’m talking to him. He calls again and I decline again.
Unknown number.
If you want to relax, you’ll answer the phone.
I stare at the message, and then he’s calling again, and I stare at the phone for a lot longer than I need to before I answer, pressing the speaker button.
His voice is low, calm, and terrifyingly intimate. It’s slightly distorted, like he’s using something to hide it, but it’s still smooth and warm.
“You’re doing so well, Sadie,” he murmurs. “I can hear how fast you’re breathing. Keep touching that pretty clit for me. Just like that.”
Why does his voice sound so sexy? I wonder if it’s just as sexy without the distress of it.
I bite my lip hard, a helpless sound escaping anyway, as I circle my clit. “How… how can you see me?”
“I always can,” he says softly, almost tenderly. “You look so beautiful right now. Flushed and needy. Slide a finger inside, baby. Deep. Tell me how it feels.”
I obey before I can stop myself, gasping at the sensation. “It feels… full. Warm. I shouldn’t be doing this…”
“You should,” he cuts in gently, his voice like velvet. “You need this. You’ve been so tense all day. I hate how hard you push yourself. Let me take care of you. Add another finger. Slow strokes. Imagine it’s me opening you up.”
My hips roll into my hand. I’m panting now, shame and arousal burning through me in equal measure. Part of me is horrified. The bigger part is melting under his calm, possessive tone.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, low and rough. “You’re getting so close. I can hear it in every little sound you make. Come for me, Sadie. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”
The orgasm crashes over me hard. I moan into the phone, my thighs shaking, and my back arching off the bed as pleasure rips through every exhausted muscle. He stays on the line the whole time, breathing steadily, listening to every gasp and whimper like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever heard.
When I finally start to come down, boneless and trembling, his voice returns, soft and soothing.
“There she is. My beautiful girl. I bet you taste good Sadie, taste yourself for me.”
My face burns with fresh embarrassment, but the command sends another pulse of heat through me. I slowly pull my fingers from my shorts, glistening, and bring them to my lips. I lick them tentatively, then deeper, tasting myself while he listens. A low, approving hum vibrates through the phone.
“Mmm. Just like I imagined. Sweet. Perfect.”
I whimper softly around my fingers, completely undone.
“Now sleep, you’ve earned it. I’ll stay right here watching over you. The violets will be waiting when you wake up.”
He ends the call, and I’m still on a high from what’s just happened, but God, did I need an orgasm right now. My body feels relaxed now.
I lie there staring at the ceiling, my phone still clutched in my hand, my heart pounding and my body is humming with aftershocks. I should feel violated. Disgusted. Terrified.
Instead, I feel seen. Wanted. Protected in the most twisted, intoxicating way possible.
I pull the covers up to my chin, the faint scent of violets drifting in from the kitchen and let sleep drag me under faster than it has in weeks.