CHAPTER TWO
Phone Sex

It wasn’t enough. An hour and a cold shower later, Beth’s body still simmered with need. Stretched on her bed, her body sheened with sweat as she fought for orgasm, she cursed the phone when it rang at her side. Grimacing when it refused to stop, Beth reached over, grabbing the receiver.

“Hello.” She tried to clear her throat, to still her rapid breaths, and hoped she could explain it away if it was her father. She didn’t want him to know his daughter was a raging mass of horny hormones ready to explode.

There was a brief silence, as though the caller were weighing his words.
“Feeling better?” A trace of knowing mockery, a deep, sensually husky voice whispered the words.

Beth flushed at Chuck’s voice. Damn him.
“I haven’t been sick,” she bit out, her eyes closing as her vagina pulsed. She smoothed her fingers over her clit, feeling the increased stimulation there. Damn, she could get off with just his voice.

“No, just trying to get off,” he said lazily. “I would help. All you have to do is ask.”

Ask, ask, her inner voice begged.
“In your dreams.” She winced as the words burst from her mouth. Damn him, he put her on the defensive faster than anyone she knew.

“It would appear in yours as well,” he said, his mockery suddenly gone. “I know how you sound when you’re aroused, Beth. Don’t try to lie to me. Let me hear you. Touch yourself for me.”

Beth felt her breath strangle in her throat.
“You’re a pervert, Chuck.” She fought for her own control at the sound of that sexy voice. “Isn’t phone sex illegal?”

“I’m sure most of what I want to do with you could be termed illegal,” he chuckled. “Let’s talk about it, Beth. Come on, tell me what you were doing to yourself. Are you using your fingers or a vibrator?”

“I do not have a vibrator.” She clenched her teeth over the lie.

“Dildo?” he whispered the words heatedly. “Are you fucking yourself, Beth? Thinking about me, how much I want you?”

“No!” She clenched the receiver in her hand, shaking her head despite the fact that her fingers had returned to her suddenly pulsing cunt.

“I’d like to see you in my bed, Beth, your legs spread, your hands touching your pretty cunt, fucking yourself. Did I ever tell you I bought that dildo I promised you? It’s nice and thick, Beth. Almost as large as my cock. I want to watch you use it. See you fuck yourself with it.”

“God, Chuck,” she gasped. “We’re on the phone. This is indecent.” But her fingers were sinking into her cunt.

“What were you doing before I called, Beth?” His voice was dark, hot. “I know you were touching yourself. I know the sound of your voice when you’re ready to come, and you’re ready to come, baby.”

“No—” She tried to deny the obvious truth, but she couldn’t keep her breath from catching as her fingers grazed her clit once again.

“Son of a bitch, Beth,” he growled. “Are you close, baby?” His voice deepened. “If I were there, I’d make you scream for it. I’d fuck you so deep and hard you wouldn’t be able to stop it. You’d cum for me, Beth. Come for me now, baby. Let me hear you.”

His voice was so deep, so sensual and aroused it caused her womb to contract almost painfully. Her body bowed, her breath catching on a near sob. He brought all her darkest desires, her deepest fantasies to the forefront of her mind. It terrified her.

“Chuck,” she whispered his name, wanting to deny him, but her fingers weren’t listening as they stroked her clit, sank into her vagina, then moved back to repeat the action.
She was so hot she could barely stand it. So horny she was on the verge of screaming for relief.

“I’m stroking my cock, Beth, listening to you lay there, imagining you touching your juicy cunt, wishing I were with you, watching you fuck yourself with the dildo I bought you.” His words caused her to gasp, her womb to contract painfully, her hips to surge into her plunging fingers.

“No.” She tossed her head. She couldn’t do this.

“Damn, Beth, I want to fuck you,” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to be buried so deep and hard inside you you’ll never forget it or deny me again. Come for me, damn you. At least let me hear what I can’t have. Fuck yourself Beth, give this to me. Those aren’t your fingers buried in your pussy, it’s my cock. Mine and I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

Beth’s orgasm ripped through her. She shuddered, whimpered, her body tightening to the point of pain before she felt her vagina explode.
“Oh God, Chuck,” she cried his name, then heard his hard exclamation of pleasure, knew he was coming, knew her climax had triggered his own as well.

“Beth,” he groaned. “Damn you, when I get hold of you I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Beth trembled at the erotic promise in his voice, the dark sensuality that terrified her, made her want to give him whatever he wanted.

“No,” she whispered, fighting for breath, fighting for sanity. “I asked you to stay away.”
She wanted to whimper, she wanted to beg.

There was silence over the line.

“Stay away?” he asked her carefully. “I don’t think so, baby. I’ve stayed away too long as it is. You’re mine Beth, and I’m going to prove it to you. All mine. In every way mine, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you deny it any longer.”