“This is wrong,” I whisper, but I don’t hang up.
“Are you touching your pretty pussy like a good girl?” The crude words from his sophisticated mouth send a jolt straight between my legs.
I shake my head, embarrassed.
“Do it.” It’s not a request. “Show me.”
My free hand slides under my skirt before I can talk myself out of it. I angle the phone down slightly, showing him as I push my panties aside. I’m already slick, embarrassingly wet.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re soaked for me.”
The camera shifts as Hunter repositions his phone. He’s fully exposed now, stroking himself slowly. The sight makes my mouth water.
“Touch yourself. Slow circles.” His commanding tone brooks no argument.
I obey, gasping as my fingers slide through my wetness.
“Good girl,” he praises, and the words send a rush of heat through me. “You’re going to come for me while I watch.”
“Hunter...” I whisper, knowing I shouldn’t want this.
“Say it,” he demands, his hand moving faster. “Say you’re my good girl.”
“I’m your good girl,” I breathe, circling my clit faster.
“You belong to me, Aurora. Not anyone else. Mine.” His breathing grows ragged as he strokes himself. “Show me how pretty you look when you come.”
My hips buck against my hand as I feel the pressure building. This is madness. Complete madness.
But I can’t stop now.
His face on my screen transforms, a feral intensity taking over his features as he watches me touch myself.
“You think this is wrong?” Hunter’s voice drops impossibly lower, each word dripping with dark promise. “I’m just getting started with you. I’m going to make you crave things you’ve never even imagined.”
My fingers move faster, my body betraying every moral principle I’ve ever had.
“Look at you, so desperate in your perfect little office. I’m going to break you apart, Aurora. Not just your body, but your mind.” His breathing grows harsher. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. You’ll feel me everywhere, in everything you do.”
“Hunter, please...” I whimper, not even knowing what I’m begging for.
“I can see it in your eyes, that fear mixed with want. That’s what gets me hard. Knowing I could destroy everything you care about, and you’d still spread your legs for me.” His hand moves faster. “You want to be good, but you’re dripping wet for the man who’s going to ruin you.”
His words shouldn’t affect me, but they do. They slice through my defenses, each syllable pushing me closer to the edge.
“When I finally get inside you, I’m going to watch you break apart on my cock. Watch that perfect facade crumble. I want to see the moment you realize you’ve given everything to me; Your body, your loyalty, your fucking soul.”
The pressure builds impossibly as his voice goes razor-sharp.
“Come for me now. Show me what I own.”
My body convulses violently, a scream catching in my throat as waves of pleasure crash through me. I’ve never come this hard as my body arches off the chair and warm liquid gushes between my thighs, soaking my hand.
“Fuck,” Hunter growls, his own control shattering as he watches me. “You’re fucking perfect when you come.” His muscles tense, jaw clenching as he comes in thick ropes across his stomach, never breaking eye contact.
For several heartbeats, there’s nothing but our ragged breathing in the silence.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, reality crashing down on me as the pleasure subsides. “This didn’t happen. This absolutely did not happen.”
