Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Raven
“Raven? Raven!”
Mia snapped her fingers in my face, startling me. I glanced over at her standing beside me in the kitchen.
“Can I use the sink? I need to leave soon and you’ve been standing there staring at the wall for five minutes” she asked.
Nodding, I tapped my smart watch and saw it was already five. “I, yeah, sure. Sorry about that.” I grabbed a few paper towels to dry my mug and moved aside.
“Hey, are you doing okay? You seem…distant this week,” she asked.
I shrugged as I walked toward the door. “I’m fine,” I said over my shoulder, not caring if she heard me or not. Answers to her questions would take longer than I had, so I rushed back to my office.
At my desk with the door firmly closed, I stared unseeing at my screens.
Mia wasn’t wrong. I had been distant. After my excursions into a certain male narrator’s social media on Monday, I vowed to stay off the internet the rest of the week except for work.
I couldn’t afford distractions. The only thing I had allowed myself was an audiobook.
One narrated by Zander Kane of course, but that didn’t stop me from daydreaming about his spicier content online.
When I sent the email to Ryan that morning, I was mostly motivated by wanting to hear his voice again.
Over the last few days, I told myself Ryan wasn’t Zander, and my mind was playing tricks on me.
It was just a coincidence, and there was no way they were the same person.
After talking to him this afternoon though, I was back in the same headspace as Monday. He had to be Zander.
Since I listened to his more risqué stuff online and the rapt attention I gave to the audiobook all week, it seemed even more likely it was him. He changed his voice a bit from the first call, and it was almost like he was trying to be hot. He came across slow and sultry, igniting my body on fire.
I was so turned on after I spoke with him I almost went to the restroom and got myself off.
Almost. My nipples were hard in my bra and wetness coated my thighs.
He wasn’t going to have that much power over me, though.
I would have some fucking self-control and do what I needed to do when I got home—even though it was wrong to get off while thinking about my client.
Sighing, I tried to focus back on work, but I was intrigued that he asked if I was married. Alarm bells should have gone off because clients never asked. It was better if people thought I was married and had a big scary man at home, purely so I didn’t have to waste my time with bullshit.
Giving up on work for the moment, I reached down to my knife where it always rested on my ankle.
It made boots annoying to deal with, and I used a thigh holster on the rare occasion I wore a skirt, but I was always prepared.
Twirling the knife in my agile fingers, concern for my safety usually wasn’t a thought.
Especially since I had been unbothered for years and was trained to protect myself.
I was always in the business of efficiency so letting people think I was married saved the hassle.
The feelings from the garage pulled at my mind.
It had felt different, and I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a real threat watching.
I hadn’t been spooked so easily since the aftermath of the horrors I experienced at the hands of trash humans.
The light streaming through the windows glinted off my blade and I wondered if I would have to use it sooner rather than later.
When I got home around seven that evening, I couldn’t help thinking back to that voice as I showered, taking extra time to pamper myself—luxuriating under the rainfall shower until it ran cold and rubbing my whole body down with soft body butter after.
I even put on a calming piano playlist to soothe myself as I tried to relax.
My efforts did nothing to quench the need that Ryan’s voice on the phone caused. Between the black sheets of my bed, warmth enveloped me—thawing my bones from the persistent cold that always hardened my body.
Plucking my phone and earbuds off the nightstand, I situated myself in a comfortable position and before I knew it, Zander’s voice filled my ears.
I’d listened to all his social media posts on Monday, and favorited a few so I could get back to them quickly.
After clicking play, I tossed the phone on the bed and slid my free hand over my silk covered body.
Release wasn’t something I did often, and I wasn’t able to remember the last time I touched myself or used a vibrator. It had been years since I was intimate with another person and I honestly hadn’t had the desire. Starting a company and juggling life didn’t leave time to think about it.
Quickly realizing I needed more than the short social media clips, I contemplated trying to find a spicy scene from a book he’d narrated.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through his profile just to make sure I listened to every video.
I was about to switch to my audiobook app when I noticed a link underneath his profile photo of a microphone.
I tapped on it and was brought to a list of other links.
Most of them were links to his other social media accounts, but two caught my attention.
One was for his professional website and when I tapped the link I was met with all the audiobooks he’d narrated. I searched for an “about” section with no luck so I backtracked to the list and proceeded to the other link I wasn’t sure about.
Another profile that looked similar to other social media filled the screen.
The same profile photo was there along with a list of pricing tiers.
I scrolled through them and my pulse sped up in my chest. I hadn’t heard of this site before, but it was some sort of pay to access.
The descriptions of the tier benefits caused my imagination to run rampant, the lists arousing me all by themselves.
Without hesitation, I signed up for the most expensive tier with all the available perks.
Once I had access, I scrolled through all the posts and could already feel wetness between my legs just from reading the descriptions.
There were so many audio clips, I found my mind imagining what he said in them.
Sexuality wasn’t something I was ashamed of, but I still felt like I was about to do something mischievous.
I scrolled to the top and clicked the latest video.
Zander/Ryan’s voice began speaking, painting a scene for me.
He was talking directly to me, the listener.
I was being asked how much I wanted it and I found myself thinking I wanted it very badly.
Guilt settled in my stomach like a stone as soon as I had the urge to send my hand south.
This was my client. No one would know what I was doing unless I told someone, but I still felt like it was wrong to do this.
Deciding I didn’t care, my hand trailed over my nightgown in time with the audio and I brushed my thighs before cupping my pussy.
“Do you like when I whisper my fingertips slowly down your perfect waist, so close to caressing where you want it most but moving away just before I do?”
A moan fell from my lips into the dark room as I listened. “I love teasing you, darling. When you beg me to touch you it makes me so fucking hard for your perfect body.” I slipped my fingers into my wetness, moving up and down, my arousal coating my hand. I settled on my clit and circled.
“Be a good girl and be patient for me while I tease. If you’re good, you’ll get release, all right?”
“Fuck,” I groaned aloud. His voice was agony. My pussy was throbbing and I imagined it was his hand between my legs.
“That’s it. There’s my good girl. See? I told you good girls get rewarded. I’m going to slide my fingers inside your soaked pussy and fuck you so hard you can’t think of anything else.”
“Yes,” I panted. Fuck, this was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. I love it when your mouth whimpers and your pussy weeps. Fuck, you feel so good—gripping me so tight. Yes, baby, use my fingers and come for me. Come all over my hand, baby girl. Give me everything, every bit of your pleasure. I want all of you.”
I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks. I saw stars and colors behind my eyelids as my entire body convulsed. When I finally floated back to Earth, everything was the same as before but different at the same time. I hadn’t come that hard in years…maybe ever.
After I cleaned up, I sat in bed with my head in my hands trying to come to terms with the fact that I just got myself off to a voice.
No visual stimulation needed. Not to mention it was my client’s voice.
I hadn’t heard of attraction to a voice before, and disbelief that I fucked myself to one ran through me.
Was it the anonymity of his appearance? Did not knowing what he looked like make it that much better?
Was it just the voice in general that turned me on, or could it be that I was doing something extremely unprofessional?
Coming to the conclusion that it was probably all of the above, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I got myself off to his voice. I settled into bed and as I stared into the darkness, the sexy words replaying themselves in my mind, and I fell asleep imagining him whispering in my ear.