“Don’t insult me,” she hissed. “Phone numbers are easy. Now, Pearl, tell me… What were you doing just now that made you so out of breath?”
Embarrassment shot up my face, but I shut that down. I wouldn’t be embarrassed over this. Still, it was none of her business.
Even if I was just fantasizing about her fucking me.
“Nothing! I just got home from work, and I walk a lot to get here, so I?—”
“You got home an hour ago, Pearl.” She paused. “Don’t tell me you have a guest over. The answer better be no, or you’re going to find me at your doorstep in ten.”
I couldn’t hold in my gasp as I imagined Emerson outside, forcing herself into my apartment and catching me like this…
Fuck yes.
“Tell me you’re alone, Pearl.”
“I’m alone,” I forced out.
“Now tell me—and don’t lie—what were you doing just now?”
I could have said a million things, but her words sounded in my head again like a mantra.
Good sluts get rewards.
“I was fucking myself,” I admitted. “Over and over.”
“Were you thinking about me while you fucked that pretty pussy of yours?”
“Don’t insult me,” I blurted out, because yes, I really was.
This pulled a bark of a laugh from her.
“That’s a yes. Good. My perfect little whore. Does that mean I interrupted?”
I swallowed the knot in my throat.
“Yes.”
“I can’t believe my Meadows turned into such a desperate, needy thing. Now… Why don’t you pick up where you left off?”
My heart skipped a beat in my chest.
“You want me to?—”
“Yes, Pearl. Keep going. Let me hear you moan my name, and I promise you, you’ll like the reward.”
My whole body came to life.
I had a moment of clarity. Just a single moment where I realized I could hang up the phone and get away from it all. She was my high school bully. The same person who humiliated me at my place of work. Who already knew far too much about me.
But I liked it.Every degrading moment. As long as it came from Emerson Blackwell, I wanted it all. And I didn’t want to analyze it. I just wanted to come.
And I want her to hear me.
My hand grabbed the vibrator, and I switched it to the highest setting before putting it straight over my clit. The strangled moan I let out was pathetic to my own ears, but it had Emerson sucking in a breath.
“My poor, desperate slut. How long have you been abusing that pretty pussy thinking of me?”
Her voice sent sparks of fire coursing through my veins. I looked in the mirror, picturing her there, watching me, instead of just on the phone.
