Chapter 1: The Voice That Ignites
Glory leaned back in her plush office chair, the hum of the city fading into a distant murmur as she pressed the phone to her ear. Satish’s voice, deep and gravelly, poured through the line like molten honey, sending a shiver down her spine. They’d been at this game for years—late-night calls laced with filthy promises and wicked fantasies, their words a secret dance of lust that neither could resist.
‘Tell me, Glory,’ Satish purred, his tone dripping with mischief, ‘what are you wearing right now? Don’t lie to me, babe. I can hear the heat in your breath.’
Glory smirked, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. ‘Oh, Satish, you think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you? I’m in a silk robe, barely tied, and nothing underneath. Just for you. What about you? Bet you’re already hard just thinking about it.’
A low chuckle rumbled through the phone. ‘Damn right I am. Been hard since the second I heard your voice. You’ve got no idea how bad I want to be there, peeling that robe off with my teeth. I’d have you spread out, begging for me to taste that sweet pussy of yours.’
Her breath hitched, a flush creeping up her neck as she crossed her legs, the ache between them growing. ‘Keep talking like that, and I might just have to take care of myself right here. But I’m warning you, I don’t beg. If you want a taste, you’d better earn it.’
‘Oh, I’ll earn it,’ Satish shot back, his voice a delicious growl. ‘I’d work you over until you’re dripping wet, until you’re clawing at me to stop teasing and just fuck you already. You’d be screaming my name, Glory. Bet on it.’
She bit her lip, her fingers itching to slip beneath the silk, but she held back. Not yet. The tension was too good, too electric. ‘Big talk for a man who’s never even seen me. You think you can handle me, Satish? I’m not some shy little thing. I take what I want, and I don’t play nice.’
‘Good,’ he countered, his voice thick with desire. ‘I don’t want nice. I want you wild, Glory. I want you riding me, taking every inch of my cock until we’re both sweating and panting. I want to see that fire in your eyes when you cum.’
Her pulse raced, heat pooling low in her belly as she imagined it—his hands on her hips, his body pressed against hers, the raw, primal need of it all. ‘Keep that up, and I might just have to make this real,’ she teased, her voice husky. ‘I shaved everything smooth this morning, just in case. Thought about you while I did it. How’s that for a visual?’
Satish groaned, the sound raw and hungry. ‘Fuck, Glory, you’re killing me. I’m coming over tonight. No more games. I need to see you, touch you, taste you. Say yes.’
She hesitated for only a heartbeat, her mind already made up. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, a wicked smile curling her lips. ‘Come as my driver. Sneak in through the back. My husband’s home, but he won’t suspect a thing. Not yet, anyway.’
‘Done,’ Satish said, his tone laced with anticipation. ‘Get ready, babe. I’m gonna wreck you in the best way.’
As she hung up, Glory’s heart pounded, her body already buzzing with expectation. Tonight, the voice on the phone would become flesh and fire, and she was more than ready to burn.
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