It had been five days.
Five days since Monika’s first call with Mike.
She hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About him. About how easily he’d pulled her out of her nerves and into something filthy, thrilling, and deeply satisfying. She craved that heat again. Craved him again.
Sitting cross-legged on her hotel bed after a long client dinner, Monika stared at her phone, biting her lip. She didn’t hesitate this time. She opened Phone Sex Chatline, searched for Mike’s ID, and pressed connect.
The line rang once.
Then his voice filled her ear, like warm silk slipping across her skin.
“Well, well,” Mike said softly. “I was hoping you’d call again.”
“Hi, Mike,” she breathed. “I couldn’t help myself.”
He chuckled low, that familiar confidence dripping through the line. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Monika admitted, her voice already shifting into that quiet, breathless place she only seemed to find with him.
“Good girl,” Mike murmured. “Back in your hotel room?”
“Yes. Alone.”
“Perfect. Are you ready to go a little deeper tonight?”
Monika’s pulse quickened. “Yes.”
Mike’s voice dropped an octave. “You trust me?”
“I do.”
“Good. Tonight, I want us to play a little game,” he whispered. “A bit of roleplay. You up for it?”
Monika swallowed. “What kind of roleplay?”
“Something a little… dirtier,” Mike said, his tone steady. “You’ll pretend you’re my sweet little stepdaughter, and I’ve just found you sneaking around dressed far too provocatively.”
Monika’s breath caught. Her heart raced, nerves mixing with pure arousal. She’d never tried anything like this, but she wanted to.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s do it.”
“Good girl,” Mike growled. “Now close your eyes. Picture me sitting on the couch, calling you into the room.”
Monika closed her eyes. “Yes… Daddy?” she whispered, slipping into character.
Mike’s breath grew heavier. “Look at you, walking in wearing barely anything. A little tank top, no bra, tight shorts hugging your hips. You wanted me to notice, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Monika said, voice trembling but filled with heat.
“You’ve been teasing me for weeks, walking around this house like you’re innocent,” Mike continued, voice thick with desire. “But I know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“No, you’re not.” His voice sharpened. “You need to be taught a lesson.”
Monika whimpered softly, already feeling her panties dampen from his words.
“Take your shorts off,” Mike ordered. “Right now.”
She obeyed, slipping her tight shorts down her thighs, leaving only her lace panties.
“Describe yourself to me,” he commanded.
“I’m wearing just my pink lace panties and a tiny tank top,” she whispered. “My nipples are hard… my panties are already wet.”
Mike let out a breath. “Touch yourself through those panties. Don’t pull them down yet.”
Monika slid her fingers over the damp fabric, moaning softly.
“I can see you,” Mike whispered. “On your knees in front of me, rubbing yourself, your panties soaked, begging for attention.”
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Not yet,” he said firmly. “Pull your panties to the side and slip one finger inside.”
Monika obeyed, gasping as she pushed her finger in. “Oh…”
“You’re so wet for me,” Mike growled. “Add a second finger. Stretch yourself.”
She slipped another finger inside, her hips rocking involuntarily as she moaned.
“I’d pull you over my knee,” Mike said, voice rough now. “Your little ass in the air, your panties pulled down, completely exposed.”
“Mmm…”
“And I’d spank you hard for being such a filthy little tease.”
Monika’s fingers worked faster, her moans growing louder.
“Stroke your clit while you finger yourself,” Mike ordered. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please… please let me come.”
“Not yet.” His voice was sharp. “I want you right on the edge.”
Her body trembled as she held herself there, hips bucking, whimpering into the phone.
“You’re mine,” Mike growled. “Only I get to make you come like this.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
“Now,” he whispered. “Come for me. Let it all out.”
Monika cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her fingers slick, her breath shaking, hips jerking uncontrollably as she rode every wave of pleasure.
Mike’s breathing was ragged now too. “You sound so beautiful when you come for me.”
Monika panted, sweat slick on her skin, heart pounding.
“That was… intense,” she whispered.
“And only the beginning,” Mike said softly.
They lay in silence for a few moments, the connection between them humming in the air.
“I can’t wait for our next call,” Monika whispered.
“Neither can I,” Mike replied. “Next time, we’ll push it even further.”