Bella:I’m alone.
Dan:Good. Tell me your naughtiest fantasy. The next time we’re together, we’ll act it out.
At his daring suggestion— Check that. This was Dan. It was an order at the very least. Tingles ran all over her, and she squirmed in her chair.
Bella:My fantasies have changed in the last couple of weeks due to a certain Dom I know. I’ve only got five minutes remaining before I have to get back on the floor. It might take longer than that to type up the naughtiest one.
Dan:Have you had phone sex before?
She caught her lip between her teeth. Is that where they were going? She typed her reply.
Bella:Never.
Dan:Get ready. Tomorrow I’m breaking your phone-sex cherry.
A shiver of desire made it hard to text a reply. She had to backspace several times and, when she was done, correct numerous errors.
Bella:My cheeks are on fire just thinking about it. Everyone will suspect I’ve been doing it already.
Dan:Are your panties wet?
Bella:I think so.
Dan:Thinking isn’t good enough. I want to know. Slip your hand under your skirt and check for me.
Bella hesitated. If she wasn’t wet before, she was now. But what if someone walked in?
Dan:You’re at a kink club, baby. If someone finds you with your phone in one hand and the other on your pussy, they’ll know you’re being my very good girl. Do it. Now.
Doing as she was told due to the unexplained need to please him, she leaned back in her chair, spread her thighs, and ran her fingers over the thin strip of nylon in between.
Dan:I’m waiting.
Bella:They’re wet.
Dan:How wet? Damp? Soaked? Or so drenched the material is clinging to your silky-smooth pussy.
Bella:Drenched and clinging, sir.
There was a pause then three dots appeared. She waited expectantly.
Dan:It’s a long fucking time until Tuesday. You gotta go.
Bella:Yeah. I’ll be late getting back.
Dan:If Ben gets onto you, blame it on me. He’ll understand. Night, baby.
Bella:Good night.
Serving drinks for four more hours in wet panties was mighty uncomfortable. As she drove home, later, she made a mental note to pack a post-texting-Dan bag since she didn’t doubt for a minute this would be a nightly thing as their separation continued.
***
BELLA’S PHONE BUZZEDon her nightstand, waking her. She cracked one eye, saw it was still dark, and groaned, body still heavy with sleep as she rolled and reached for it. Squinting against the screen’s brightness, she blinked once or twice, trying to focus then smiled, seeing the incoming message.
Dan:Good morning, beautiful. Text me back when you get this.
She flopped onto her back and dashed off a quick reply.
