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My hand covered my mouth in shock. Really, I shouldn't have been surprised. He already knew so much. But this was one more confirmation that this was personal.
Before I could ask anything else, he messaged again.
Would you like another job?
I don't want any job you have for me.
I tossed the phone away from me and rubbed my temples. Why couldn't he find someone else to pull into whatever evil he was plotting? I was a no one who was always under the radar of guys like Alek.
And now this.
Ding!
Look at your bank account.
Nope. Did not want to look at that paltry thing. I paid as much as I could in cash, so my account was usually hovering around twenty dollars.
But curiosity won out and I took my real phone out to log into my app.
Five hundred fourteen dollars. One minute ago, five hundred dollars had been transferred in.
Accepting money from someone like him would only lead to disaster. And after this there was no going back.
Take it back. I don't want it.
The phone started to ring in my hand. My first instinct was to let it go to voicemail. Hadn't I made it clear that I didn't want to speak to him?
But I needed to make sure he understood that I wasn't working for him in any way, shape, or form. In my mind, I was going to pick up the phone and go in on a tirade about how this was a terrible idea, and he could shove that money where the sun doesn't shine, but then I went into classic Daisy mode and simply said, "Hello."
There was low chuckle on the other end of the line. "I love the sound of your voice, Angel."
It was Alek. I would recognize that low timber anywhere. And he was still calling me Angel. "My name is Daisy. I'm no angel."
"Oh really? Then tell me all the ways you've sinned."
My nipples pebbled at the question, and I pressed my thighs together. "I... No. I'm not going to do that. I want you to take the money back. I don't want your dirty money."
"What makes you think it's dirty money?"
"I don't want any of your money. Whatever you're trying to play with me, I don't want anything to do with it. Haven't you caused enough trouble already?"
"I'm never going to get tired of playing with you, Angel. But if putting money in your account makes you uncomfortable, I'll figure something else out."
"But you're not going to leave me alone."
"Do you ever touch yourself?"
I covered my mouth and thanked God he couldn't see the blush that probably covered my entire body. "Alek..." I whispered, barely able to speak.
He groaned. "Fuck, I love it when you say my name. But don't distract me, Angel. Answer the question. Do you ever put those little fingers in that pretty pussy? Rub your clit until you cum all over yourself?"
He wasn't even here with me, but I was breathing heavier, and my panties were soaking. How was someone like Alek doing this to me? "Please stop," I squeaked.
"Answer the fucking question, Daisy."
His use of my real name made the order all the more real.
"Yes." Why did admitting that make me even hotter? It was as though lava was flowing through my veins and straight to my pussy.
"Tell me, Angel, what do you think about when you touch that pussy?"
I gripped the phone tightly in my hand while my other fist twisted in the sheets. Every instinct wanted me to run over my ultra-sensitive breasts and my core, which was begging for release, but I was determined to hold back. "I shouldn't be talking about this with you..."
"That's what makes it hotter. That's what makes my cock harder for you, sweet Daisy. Are you touching yourself now?"
"Please let me hang up." Why was I waiting for permission? Why did his wicked words prevent me from hanging up the phone myself?
"I wanted to do this normally, but you said no. So now we're doing things my way. Take your top off."
Automatically I sat up and reached for the hem of my tank top before I realized what I was doing. "Wait. What if I just tell you I take off my top and don't do it? I could be making this all up."
"I'm stroking my cock through my pants. Do you think I'm making that up?"
My core clenched as though demanding to feel that cock. "No. You have no reason to lie. You want me to know exactly how perverted you are."
Another wicked laugh. "And I'm going to drag you down into my filthy depths. But first you have to take off your fucking top."
I whipped the top off in one quick motion--fast, so I didn't have time to second guess myself.
"What a good girl you are," he said with a groan. "Now are you going to play with your pretty tits for me?"
My breaths were coming in deep gasps. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine his inked hands running alone my pale skin.
"Do you want to touch me?" I was so far past the point of no return. I should've hung up long ago, and now I was the one asking the questions?
"I want to do so many things to you, Angel. Those pretty breasts are just where I'm going to start. You're a goddamn contradiction. Sweet, innocent face that looks like you'd start saying Hail Marys if you ever saw a cock, and tits that were made to be sucked and fucked."
Huh?"Fucked? How are tits fucked?"
"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you. Has anyone ever sucked on those tight nipples?"
My back arched with the need for someone to play with my over-sensitized breasts. I'd always thought all the talk of boobs being played with was just exaggerated but I'm coming to have a newfound appreciation of this part of my anatomy. "No."
"I'm going to be the first. And I'm not going to be gentle. There are going to be bites and bruises, but don't let that scare you because you're going to love every moment of it. If it ever gets to be too much, I'm going to shove some fingers in your soaking cunt to take away the sting."
I flinched. "I've never..." What was I even trying to say? I've never been so turned on that my pussy walls clenched in desire? I've never had phone sex with anyone, let alone the devil himself?
"Push two fingers in that wet pussy for me and ask me what I'm doing, Angel."
Enthusiastically, I reached between my legs, pushing my shorts down. I wanted, no needed, to be filled any way I could get. My fingers slid in so easily it was almost embarrassing. What would he think if he could see how wet I was already?
As my fingers moved in and out, my palm rubbed my clit, stroking the fires even higher.
"Are you forgetting something?"
