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  ‘A little. Are you?’ She could have kicked herself. It was by far her most stupid question yet. Of course, he wasn’t nervous. He was a professional. And just as she thought, he ignored the question. But she heard him muffle a laugh.

  ‘Are you ready?’ his sultry voice asked.

  ‘Um-hm,’ Eva managed.

  ‘You need to relax, Evangeline. Can you do that? Can you relax for me?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Good girl. Now, does your phone have a cover?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Okay. I want you to slip it off. ’

  Eva laughed. He wanted her phone naked? Her laughing quickly turned to a sheepish giggle as she began to worry that it was a metaphor.

  ‘Okay, my phone is in its birthday suit.’ Eva tried to sound flirty.

  It was Julian who laughed now. Eva blushed.

  ‘Okay, Evangeline, before we continue, I think we need some rules.’

  Seriously? Rules again. He was obsessed with rules.

  ‘Rule number one…you must do exactly as you are told.’

  Eva wanted to argue that it was a stupid rule, but she didn’t. ‘And the second?’

  ‘No questions.’

  Damn. Eva wasn’t sure if that was a rule, or if he just wanted her to stop talking.

  ‘Rule three…’ Julian continued

  So, it was a rule. She was getting the hang of this now.

  ‘…I can add or remove rules as I please. It is my game after all.’

  ‘I thought it was a bet.’ Eva corrected.

  ‘Rule four…no contradictions.’ Julian said, sternly.

  Eva smiled. He had an answer for everything. Condescending as it was, it was attractive. Her insides fluttered like thousands of tiny Indians performing a tribal dance in her stomach.

  ‘Are you still in your bedroom?’ Julian asked.

  Eva nodded.

  ‘I’ll take your silence as a yes. Good. Now lay back on your bed. Slowly. We don’t want to rush.’

  Eva glanced toward the camera on her laptop. She couldn’t remember if she had turned it off or not. She pulled her cardigan tight across her chest, her hands shaking. ‘Can…can you see me?’

  ‘No.’ Julian said. ‘Unfortunately not.’

  Eva sighed.

  ‘But I don’t need to watch you to see you, Evangeline. We are going to explore our senses, I told you. I can hear every move you make. Your breath is racing; I know you’re nervous. Your voice is jumping; I know you are looking around your room. You won’t find me, Evangeline. I am just a voice tonight. Listen to me and your senses will thank you. Now, let’s move on. We’ve had enough disruption.’

  Eva nodded.

  ‘Good,’ Julian said.

  Eva did as she was told, remembering rule number one.

  ‘I want you to put me on speaker and then place your phone on the pillow beside you. Tell me when you have it done…’

  ‘…Done.’

  Eva could hear Julian smile. She imagined his chiselled jaw, emphasised as his lips turned up in a subtle u-shape.

  Eva pulled back the duvet and prepared to slide underneath.

  ‘No.’ Julian startled her. ‘On top of the sheets.’

  Eva couldn’t believe he had heard her. He really could hear everything she was doing. She began to concentrate on her every move. She ran her hand across the bed, smoothing out the sheets. She slowly lay back on top.

  She released slow steady breaths. ‘I’m ready.’

  ‘Close your eyes.’

  She already had them closed.

  ‘Can you feel me, Evangeline? I’m there. I’m leaning over you, softly kissing your neck.’

  Eva imagined his beautiful face close to hers. She wanted his soft, warm lips against her skin. She shivered.

  ‘Open your mouth…I’m running the tip of my tongue across your lips. It’s warm and wet. It tingles.’

  Eva kept her eyes closed. Thoughts of his incredible eyes filled her head. Every inch of her body ached.

  ‘You are my guide now, Evangeline. We need to explore together. Okay?’

  ‘Mmm,’ was Eva’s only reply.

  ‘Take off your cardigan.’

  She wriggled her arms free from the sleeves and flung it to the side.

  Eva reached for the zip on the side of her black pencil skirt.

  ‘Slowly,’ Julian said. ‘Throw it on the floor. My hands are running over your soft skin. Feel it.’

  Eva ran her fingertips from her knee to her hip.

  ‘I hope you’re not too attached to that blouse,’ Julian said. ‘Because I want to rip it from your body. I want to hear the crackle of the material hang in the air.’

  Eva didn’t speak. She just waited. She wanted more; she wanted more instruction.

  ‘Rip it, Evangeline. Rip it rough…let me hear.’

  Eva caught the soft satin in her hands and tugged hard. The material pulled against her body as buttons tore free and her bra was exposed. Julian sighed deeply. A tiny tingle ran down Eva’s spine. She knew she was turning him on. She could sense it. Her senses really were her power. Julian was right.

  Eva lay still in her matching ivory and rose lace underwear. Her back arched instinctively, and her only movement was the soft heave of her chest as she breathed.

  ‘Undo the clasp, Evangeline...undo the clasp and you win.’

  Eva’s fingers rummaged behind her back, the hooks were stubborn, and she could hear Julian grow impatient. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She hurried. Finally, the grip released and her bra fell from her body. Her breasts heaved in rhythm with her sighs. Her small, round nipples were hard and demanding attention. Without Julian’s instruction, Eva ran her finger across her left nipple. It tingled.

  ‘Congratulations. You won. I look forward to the ball,’ Julian said softly.

  Eva’s hands dropped, and she opened her eyes disappointedly.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘Game over, I guess.’

  ‘Now why would you say that?’ Julian asked.

  ‘Well, I won, didn’t I?’

  ‘Yes and I congratulated you. Do you want me to say it again?’

  Eva giggled. ‘No.’

  ‘The bet is over. But the game is just beginning if you let it. Shall we play some more?’

  A huge smile reached across Eva’s face as she closed her eyes again. She wanted to play. She wanted it more than anything else in the world.

  ‘Touch your nipple. Tell me what you feel,’ Julian commanded.

  Eva’s hand hovered above her breast unsure.

  ‘It’s okay, Evangeline. Touch it.’ Julian encouraged. ‘I know you want to. Tell me how it feels.’

  Eva lowered her hand. ‘It’s hard and soft.’

  ‘Does it make you want more?’ Julian’s deep voice was just above a low hum. His words alone were enough to cause Eva’s insides to twitch.

  Yes, yes, so much more. ‘I think so.’

  ‘Are your knickers wet?’

  ‘What the hell kind of question is that?’ Eva squirmed.

  ‘It’s a simple one, Evangeline. Is your pussy aching?’

  Eva’s panties were saturated, but she held her tongue. She didn’t want him to know how turned on she was.

  ‘Is it wet?’ Julian sounded either angry or frustrated. Eva wasn’t sure.

  ‘I don’t know,’ Eva lied.

  ‘Well, this is easily solved,’ Julian said, confidently. ‘Check.’

  ‘Check my panties?’

  ‘Evangeline, I told you. No questions.’

  Eva ran her hand down her stomach until her fingers reached the lace of her panties.

  ‘Check,’ Julian said sternly.

  Eva pushed her hand underneath the lace and silky wet met her fingertips. She could hear Julian approve. She knew she was pleasing him. He wanted her to touch herself. She wanted to too.

  ‘Tell me what you’ve found,’ Julian said, his words were softer now. Eva liked him more like that.

  Her face s
tung as she blushed. She couldn’t say it. She moved her lips, but the words wouldn’t come out.

  ‘Tell me, Evangeline. I want to hear you say it.’

  ‘It’s my…my…’

  ‘Oh, Evangeline.’ Julian sounded disappointed. ‘How can we play if you won’t even say the word pussy? It’s your body. Yours to own and explore. I can share that with you, but you need to relax enough to say the words…you can do this. You want to, don’t you?’

  Of course, she wanted to. She was lying on her bed in just her panties with a puddle slowly forming between her legs. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.

  ‘Wet,’ she said softly. ‘I’m touching my wet clit.’

  Julian sighed deeply. His groan sent a shiver down Eva’s spine. She began to run her finger firmly across the tip of her clit. She knew he would want her to wait for his instruction, but the throbbing inside her was too much, she had to give in to the sensation.

  ‘It’s okay, Evangeline. I know how much you want this. Keep going. Let me hear you.’

  Eva moaned gently as pleasure tingled through her. Her heart raced so fiercely it felt as if it might beat clean out of her chest. Her moans grew louder and deeper, she was right on the edge…she kept rubbing, harder now…it was starting, she could feel it.

  ‘I’m going to come…’ she whispered so quickly, the sentence itself seemed to orgasm in her mouth.

  ‘Stop,’ Julian demanded sharply. ‘Stop now.’

  He was serious. Eva dropped her hands. She didn’t want to, but she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

  ‘What? Why?’ she asked, trying not to cringe at how easily she had let herself go.

  ‘It’s not strong enough,’ Julian said. ‘Not yet.’

  It is. It really is, she wanted to shout. She wanted to beg him to let her come. The ache was so strong that it almost hurt - almost. Eva relaxed. He wasn’t angry, and he was very, very good at this game.

  ‘Pick up your phone, Evangeline.’

  Eva reached for it and drew his voice closer to her.

  ‘Are you ready to have some real fun?’ Julian asked cheekily.

  Eva thought they were already having fun.

  ‘Let’s see if you can be a little bit naughty, shall we?’

  Eva was many things, and although her current position begged to differ, naughty was definitely not one of them. She was worried.

  ‘I need you to take your knickers off now,’ Julian instructed.

  She shook her head and a silent ‘no’ passed her lips. She didn’t want to. She knew he couldn’t see her, but he was so aware, he made her feel like he was watching her.

  ‘Now,’ Julian said.

  He was stern again. She knew she probably shouldn’t like it when he spoke to her like that, but she did. It made her even more nervous. She quickly slid her panties down and pulled them free from her ankles. She was about to announce her accomplishment, but Julian didn’t give her time.

  ‘Good girl.’

  Frickin’ senses, Eva smiled. He knew. He knew without seeing or being told. He just knew.

  ‘You will like this, Evangeline,’ Julian whispered. ‘I promise.’

  Eva guessed Julian wasn’t the type of man to make a promise he couldn’t keep.

  ‘First, you need to turn the volume on your phone up,’ Julian explained. ‘Turn it to max.’

  Eva could hear him perfectly already, but she did as he asked.

  ‘Now place it against your clit,’ he continued. ‘Take your time…it’s better that way.’

  Eva couldn’t tell if he was serious. It seemed an odd request. The whole thing was a bit strange now that she thought about it. She was always a good girl, but being a good girl was boring as she was delightfully discovering.

  ‘Trust me; I know what I’m doing,’ Julian promised.

  Eva didn’t doubt for a moment that he knew. She shrugged and embraced the moment. It was only imaginary sex, she could do imaginary - she wanted to. She silently counted to three and pressed her phone between her legs. Short, sharp breaths burst passed her lips.

  ‘It’s okay, Evangeline. It’s cold, I know. Stay still for a moment, let it work its magic.’

  Staying still was easier said than done, her clit was on fire and cool at the same time, it tingled like crazy and it felt more awake than ever before. It begged for attention. Eva wanted to ask if he was touching himself, too. She imagined his hand tight around his cock, pumping it hard until his come rushed close to his tip. She wanted to turn him on. She needed him to want it as much as she did.

  ‘Is it working?’ Julian asked.

  If by working, he meant did Eva want to press her fingers against her clit and rub it roughly until she came, then yes, yes, it was definitely working.

  ‘Press it a little harder, hard enough to feel it bite gently against you.’

  Eva panted. Pressure began to build inside her. Her whole lower body was close to spasm.

  ‘This is the best part, Evangeline.’

  Eva held her breath in anticipation. Julian whispered a low steady hum into the phone. It buzzed through the speaker and vibrated softly against Eva’s clit. She whimpered. She pressed her teeth against her bottom lip, but her excited moans burst through. She had never heard herself make that sound before. It was animalistic, and she had no control.

  ‘Just like that. Good girl…keep going…you’re getting closer.’

  Julian’s praise drove her crazy. Heat washed over her like a gentle wave of nirvana. Tiny beads of perspiration trickled down her spine and rested neatly at the small of her back. She ground her hips, pressing her ass against the soft, silky sheets beneath her. Her nipples were hard and pointed, and she watched them rise and fall with each deep sigh.

  ‘A little more…more…don’t stop…more.’ Eva covered her mouth with her free hand to stop herself from begging.

  She was muffling tiny screams that softly pierced the night air.

  ‘I’m right there…now, yes, now…I’m going to come….’

  ‘Stop,’ Julian commanded sharply.

  Not again. It wasn’t funny. It was so strong now. It couldn’t be stronger.

  ‘What? Why? Jesus, Julian?’

  The line was dead.

  The pressure slowly faded, and Eva was left deflated. What in the hell just happened? She quickly grabbed the corner of her duvet and pulled it across her shaking body. Had she done something wrong? She didn’t understand. She thought he liked it. Maybe she was too quick, too easy. Men supposedly liked the challenge of a conquest, right? Eva suspected Julian was no different. He was smart and delicious… and gone. She rolled over and turned her face into the pillow. She tried not to cry. She didn’t want to waste her tears on him. She failed. She was sobbing so hard that she barely heard her phone announce a new text message.

  Well done. Inhibition lost.

  I look 4ward 2 our date.

  Sweet dreams. Julian x

  Evangeline wiped her damp cheeks with her fingertips and flipped herself onto her belly. She kicked her arms and legs in a burst of frustration tinged with giddy excitement as tiny fireworks exploded in her tummy. Sweet dreams, indeed.

  7

  Eva woke up cold. The duvet tangled around her like a large scarf, leaving her slender legs exposed and shivering. She felt strange waking up naked. She hadn’t slept naked in…well, she had never slept naked. Her whole lower half was hot. A warm tingle lingered between her legs, and she smiled as she remembered her adventure last night.

  Eva shot upright as she realised that it wasn’t a dream. She looked at her laptop still open in the corner. The bottle of wine sat next to it - still half full. Her cheeks flushed. She’d had phone sex with a stranger, albeit an incredibly hot stranger, and she hadn’t even gotten drunk. She rubbed her sleepy eyes roughly, trying to force some clarity into her thoughts. She would have to send Julian an email and explain that she didn’t know what had come over her. Hopefully, he would understand that it could never happen again.


  She looked at her new underwear that lay tangled together on the floor. There was something about just looking at pretty lingerie that made her feel sexy. She would wear them today.

  Eva swung her legs out of bed, shuddering as the cold of the timber floor met her toes. She pulled on a loose t-shirt, scurried on her tippy toes to her yoga mat, and began to stretch. It felt good to relax her muscles after a tense sleep. She was just beginning some more strenuous manoeuvres when the blinking figures on her alarm clock caught her attention. She was already twenty minutes late for work. Crap, she must have forgotten to set her alarm. She grabbed the first item of clothes her hand came in contact with and threw them on. She twisted her hair into a random shape high on her head and secured it with an oversized hair-tie. Finding her handbag, she tossed in a bottle of perfume and raced out the door.

  People stared on the train and as she walked down the road. A van driver thumped his horn so hard Eva guessed he hurt his hand, and a teenager on a bike tried to wolf whistle but ended up semi-spitting in her direction. Eva finally took a moment to examine her outfit. She didn’t look her usual self. Her slim, khaki shirtdress stopped above her knee and the low-cut V-neck top didn’t leave much to the imagination.

  At least three people Eva had never even seen in the office before, and another two who usually ignored her, said good morning as she passed. One suited gent even held a door open for her. It was mid-July and although Eva enjoyed the coolness of minimal material, she felt hopelessly self-conscious. She would prefer to be covered up like usual, comfortably invisible, and just a little clammy. Lovely as friendly, smiling faces were, Eva’s mind wandered to the spare cardigan she kept in her desk drawer. She’d had more than her fair share of coffee spillages over the years so she had learned to supply an emergency outfit.

  Without taking the time to sit at her desk, Eva opened her drawer and quickly pulled her arms through soft cashmere sleeves and instantly felt calmer as she sat down. A small army of emails was waiting for her. She wilted as the tasks of a long day lay ahead.

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