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 offto 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.
Chapter Six
Ryan
I staredat the pretty brunette across the table, not understanding how she could talk for half an hour about different paint color combinations, but here we were. After the call with Raven that afternoon, I vowed to purge her from my thoughts. That woman would destroy what little confidence I had gained as a voice actor with her inevitable rejection, and I wasn’t going to go backward.
Swiping right on pretty much any attractive girl I saw on the dating app had resulted in countless matches, one of whom was down for dinner on short notice. The same one I was listening to talk incessantly about interior design. I understood she was passionate about her career, but damn, I was about to tap out.
We messaged a bit on the app and agreed to meet at a semi-casual spot not too far from my apartment. I had donned a black button down and slacks that were my usual go to attire for dates despite not going on one for nearly a year. Leaving the top buttons open, I had ran my hand through my hair and called it satisfactory before meeting the lady at the restaurant.
She was my age, very active, clearly social with a seemingly decent personality. A bit too upbeat for my taste, but no one said I was looking for a wife. The opposite actually. She would make do for a hook-up, maybe even a few times. Settling down with someone wasn’t in the cards, and that was fine with me. Maybe I hadn’t found the right person yet, but more likely, I wasn’t the guy women wanted for a long-term partner. Quick fuck, maybe. Getting off to my voice, definitely. Especially women with jet black hair and emerald eyes who had the best of the best in life. Either way, I was content, or I would be, as soon as I worked a certain financial advisor out of my system.
As the dinner dwindled to a close, and my date moved on to furniture placement, my thoughts started to drift. I was staring over her shoulder as she talked when I flicked my eyes down to my phone as it lit up. I swiped it from the table, placing it in my lap, the designer clueless. Excusing myself to the restroom, I stood in the hallway to check the subscription notification.
“@finigirl666 pledged $100 per month.”
My cock stirred in my pants. So my “mystery” girl had found my subscription platform. Great. Now, I was never going to get her out of my mind. The only content I posted on there was lewd audio so I knew exactly what she was doing at this very moment. There was no way she subscribed and immediately did something else like vacuum.
My thoughts drifted to Raven and I imagined her spread out on her bed with headphones over her ears. Her hand working feverishly between her legs. I longed to kneel on the bed in front of her and take over with my mouth.
A patron walked by, and I straightened from where I had been leaning against the wall and ran a hand through my messy hair. I shifted my pants and made my way back to the table, paid the bill, and dipped, giving the excuse that I hadsomething come up. I sped through the streets back to my apartment where I bounded through the door. Throwing my keys on the counter, I went to my gaming set-up on the far wall of the living room and turned on the computer.
Tapping my foot while it came to life, I crossed my arms across my chest. I needed confirmation that my Finigirl was Raven, everything else be damned. I had to know if she was fucking herself to my voice. Once up and running I pulled up her social media profile and stared at the photo of her eye. In another tab on my second monitor, I pulled up her company photo. Zooming in so the photo was the same size as the post, I scrutinized every detail of the irises. I was lucky the company photo was high-res.
“I fucking knew it!” I exclaimed to the empty room. A faint blue ring circled the outer edge of the eyes in both images. On the left side of the iris there was also a grain of blue that blended into the green unless zoomed in.
Got her. There’s my sneaky girl. There was no question that she knew exactly who I was. It was all too coincidental. Finding my social media after our first call, then subscribing to my paid platform after the second? She knew. She knew her newest client was Zander Kane, and I was bursting at the thought of her listening to my audios while she rubbed her clit and made herself come, following my every direction.
I jumped up from the desk and went through my bedroom and straight into the main bath. My body was begging for freedom. Flying through the buttons of my shirt, I moved to my belt, not bothering to remove it from the loops as I jerked my zipper down. My slacks slid to the floor along with the black boxer briefs, my cock free from restraint. I was so hard it was almost painful. Turning on the shower, I grabbed a towel from the rack and hung it on the hook.
