3. The Call
1401 Words
Emma stood up slowly, took a shower, changed into her usual rob and went to bed.
Just when she thought, she was left all alone in her sad life, her phone received a text. She looked at the screen in teary eyes to find an unknown number.
“Miss Smith, when can we start?”
Her heart skipped a bit. No one generally messaged her. Loneliness, medical bills and debt were her only company.
Was it the call boy from the bar? Maybe! He sounded eager. Who wouldn't be if they are receiving ten grand a week? Emmasighed again.
Should I reply? Will I look desperate? Why do I care anyway? It's not like I will keep seeing him. It is just until I can conceive a baby. And it's all Oliver’s fault!
She glanced at the locked door, where Oliver's angry pounding had finally ceased. The house was silent now, save for the occasional murmur of Shelby's laughter.
She was still thinking if she should reply, when her phone rang suddenly. The same stranger was calling her.
He seems to be more desperate than he looked. Emma swallowed hard, then swiped to answer.
"Bella" His voice was like dark velvet, curling around her senses. “Still thinking about the price?”
Emma's breath hitched. She hadn't expected him to remember the nickname this man just gave her a few hours ago.
Or maybe that’s what he calls all his clients! She thought. To make them feel special.
“Aren't you the eager one?” Emma chuckled over the call. “Don't worry. I don’t get back on my words.”
“Good,” the man replied. Was he smirking? Emma wondered. “Don’t think too hard. That spot over your lips looks better when you smile.”
Emma had a little black spot near her lips. Her breath hitched. She hadn't expected him to remember.
“You remembered," she murmured.
A low chuckle rumbled through the line, "I remember everything about you."
Her skin prickled. There was something in his tone… something possessive, almost predatory, that sent a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath.
"Is that so?" she challenged, forcing a teasing lilt into her voice.
"Mm." The sound was deep, vibrating through her. "The way your hips moved against me. The way your lips tasted." A pause. "The way you shivered when I sniffed you shoulders and licked your neck."
Emma's grip on the phone tightened. She was alone in her room, yet she could feel him, his presence, his heat, as if he were right beside her.
"You're bold for a man who charges by the hour," she shot back, though her voice wavered.
Another dark laugh. "And you're reckless for a woman who doesn't know who she's dealing with.”
That gave her pause.
Who is he, really?
“Who are you?” Emma asked with a gulp, earning a rich laughter from the other side.
“You are not scared, are you? Generally people run a background check before hiring someone like me,” the man replied. Emma was speechless. She didn’t actually think it through. Of course she wasn't a regular!
I am so stupid! He is right. I know nothing of this world.
Should I run a background check? Yeah, I should. That will be for the best. I also need to see if he is medically fit. I don't want any weird disease from a stranger.
“I need you to take a blood test before we start,” Emma said at last, gripping her phone tighter.
“A blood test?” He sounded amused. “For what exactly?”
“Don’t play dumb,” she replied, forcing calm into her voice. “I need to know if you carry any disease. Or if there’s some genetic issue I should be aware of.”
There was a beat of silence. Then he laughed. Deep. Unrestrained.
Her stomach flipped. “Why are you laughing?”
“So serious,” he said. “I was expecting rules, Bella. Just not medical ones.”
“It’s non negotiable.” Emma spoke up.
“Only a blood test?” His tone shifted. Slower now. “Nothing about my performance? Or were you planning to inspect that yourself?”
Heat rushed to her face. “You are being difficult.”
“Yet you are blushing,” he said softly. “I can hear it.”
She swallowed. “You sound very confident.”
“You sound breathless,” he replied. “Nervous?”
“Should I be?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“That depends,” he said, voice dropping. “What do you want from me tonight?”
She closed her eyes. “Distraction. Escape.”
A low chuckle brushed her ear. “Then I’m exactly what you need.”
The silence stretched. Heavy. Intimate.
“Tell me, bella. What are you wearing?” he asked quietly.
Her lips parted before she could stop herself.
She hesitated, her fingers brushing the hem of her silk robe, “just my regular robe.”
"Take it off, Bella," an order came from the other side.
"W-what!" Emma gasped. He said that so easily!
“Because I'm gonna devour you. I’ll start at your neck,” he whispered. “Trace my lips along your collarbone… down to your chest. I'll kiss each breast until you’re squirming beneath me.”
Emma let out a soft moan, her body tingling at his every word.
“I’d take my time with you, Bella. Make you forget everything apart from my name.”
A soft gasp left her lips as her hand wandered lower. She really knew nothing about him.
But before she could ask, his voice dropped lower, rougher. "Tell me, Bell.. are you touching yourself?"
Her breath caught.
“No," she lied.
"Liar." The word was a growl. "I can hear it in your voice. You're already wet for me, aren't you?"
Emma bit her lip. Damn him.
"What if I am?" she whispered.
A sharp intake of breath. Then-
"Then I want to hear it,” His voice was pure sin now. "Touch yourself. Now. Touch your breast. The left one first. Then pinch the n*****s on the right breast."
Emma couldn’t help but follow his intruction. A moan left her lips.
"Now slowly move down." He instructed again.
The command sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. Against all reason, her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
She gasped.
"That's it,” he purred. "Imagine my hand, not yours. My fingers are working you open, touching every fold that will leave you breathless."
Emma whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Tell me how it feels." The man asked.
"Good," she breathed. "TOO good."
"Faster." A command came.
She obeyed, her movements turning desperate. "Faster, bella. Go deeper, harder."
"Oh God!" Her back arched as pleasure coiled tight inside her.
"Yes that's it. Come for me, Bella." Another command came.
And just like that, she shattered, as if she was waiting for his order.
Her thighs clenched, her breath coming in ragged gasps as waves of ecstasy. For a moment, there was only silence- heavy, electric.
Then his voice returned, darker than before, “how was my service, Miss Smith?”
Emma laid on the bed, breathless.
This man! Was he really just a call boy?
“Satisfactory,” Emma squirmed.
The man chuckled again, “see you soon, Miss Smith.”
“Wait, what's your name?” Emma asked before he could cut the call.
With another deep chuckle, the man finally spoke, “Damien. Remember it, Miss Smith because you will be screaming it soon, even in your nightmares.”
The call ended before she could respond.
Emma lay there, heart pounding, body still humming. Her panties soaked from earlier.
What the hell just happened? I never touched myself like this!
She had meant this to be a transaction… cold, calculated. A way for her to have a baby and that's all. But that call had been anything but. Was she supposed to feel breathless and thrilled at the same time? Was it even moral!? Definitely not. She should stop... she shouldn't cheat... but for the first time in years she felt alive, seen, wanted. She felt valued.
And the worst part?
She wanted more!
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