What the fuck just happened? I say something nice—and true—and she bolts on me? And crying! I look in astonishment as she runs down the sidewalk, my body frozen by surprise. Wake up, Arsen! I can’t let her go like that!

I start running down the street, my feet flying over the pavement as I close in on her. Her heels are clicking, the sound getting louder with each step I take. Then she looks over her shoulder and, realizing I’m following after her, cuts into a dark alley.

What the hell is she thinking? Running into a dark and deserted place like that this late? Now I really can’t let her go.

I reach for her, my fingers curling around her wrist as I pull her in. She turns to me, her makeup slightly smeared from the tears. With one hand around her waist I take the other one to her face and brush her cheeks gently.

“What were you thinking, Ashley? You can’t wander away like that, it’s dangerous,” I say, waving at the deserted alley, the pale lights of the street barely reaching us.

She says nothing, her wide eyes staring into mine as if she truly doesn't know what to say. My heart is beating like a motherfucker, making my bones rattle. I can’t lose her! Fuck, I can’t even believe I’m saying this—me, Arsen fucking Hawke. But it’s true… I can’t stand the thought of losing her. I need to say something, to make whatever hesitancy she holds inside her heart go away… But, just like her, I can’t find the words.

She’s breathing hard now, her body so close to mine I can almost feel the warmness of her skin through her clothes. Fuck, my cock is already twitching just by having her this close. There’s something about her that makes me lose all control… And even though we’re outside, I can’t help but let instinct take over. I push her back against the wall, my hands on her waist as I lean in to kiss her.

I swear, I just wanted one more kiss. But now that my lips are on hers, there’s no way that we’re going to be able to stop. No fucking way. Her hands are already on my back, pulling me in, all of her hesitation thrown out of the window. I let my hands go up her side and, grabbing a handful of her beautiful blonde hair, I yank on it; she throws her head back, opening her eyes and returning my gaze. One look and I can already tell she’s as hungry as I am for more.

Who cares if we can be caught going at it? Who gives a fuck, really? If anything, it only adds to the moment.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her, breathing as hard as she is. My blood’s boiling, my heart’s drumming and my cock is already hard as steel. I’m ready for battle. “Right now,” I add, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her neck. Her hands slide down my back and she traces the contour of my belt; then, stretching her fingers wide, she grabs my cock harshly, all of her desire contained in that one simple motion.

Still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and I squeeze her right breast, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants. Yes, I want to fuck her this bad.

She curls her fingers even more tightly around my shaft, slightly moving her wrist up and down and stroking me over the fabric of my pants. Acting as if it had a will of its own, the hand I have on her breast falls down her chest and goes straight to between her thighs; bunching up her dress, I flatten the palm of my hand there, cupping her pussy harshly over all of her clothing. There are layers of fabric between the two of us, but the anxious way she’s breathing already tells me she is soaking wet. And, fuck, just thinking of that makes me want to go down on my knees and taste her right here. And why the fuck not?

Both my hands go to her waist and, pinning her against the wall, I go down. My eyes never leave hers, a spark of desire flickering in her face as my knees touch the floor; she knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait for it. I throw a quick glance to the side, making sure there’s no one around to see us, and I go for it: I hook my thumbs on the hemline of her dress and lift it up to her waist, pressing my mouth over her thong at the same time.

The moment my lips touch the wet black fabric, I breathe in. Her scent hits me at once, sweet and intoxicating… Just like a drug, it makes me fucking high. I forget all about where I am; the only thing my mind can process is the perfect wet pussy right in front of me. I suck on her over the fabric, her juices hitting my tongue immediately; swear to God, I suck so hard I think her thong goes dry. With a flick of my fingers I push it to the side then, my lips meeting her labia. I close my eyes, savoring her most intimate parts with my mouth. How can a woman taste this fucking amazing? I could eat her out for hours and hours.

Slightly tilting my head sideways, I suck her folds inside my mouth, her juices coating the inside of my mouth. I part my lips, letting my tongue run over the length of her pussy, and then I circle her soft clit. She trembles slightly, her hands now on my head, disheveling my hair. I place one hand under her ass, forcing her to lift one leg up; she does it willingly, placing her leg over my shoulder. Grinning, I pull back just for one second, my eyes opening as I look up at her: she has her eyes closed, her back against the wall as her chest rises and falls softly. God, she looks so fucking sweet.

I go for it once more, my eyelids closing as I wrap my lips tightly around her clit. I suck on it, pressing down with my tongue at the same time; her fingers curl around my hair more harshly, I can already feel her breathing becoming even harder. That just makes me suck on her even more eagerly, her flavor inundating my mind and making me lose all sense of self.

Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I press it against her labia, jabbing my tongue past her inner lips as I place one arm over her waist, my hand reaching for her clit. I find it with two fingers, and I immediately start rubbing her soft sweet spot. A tenuous moan leaves her lips, her hands running back and forth over my hair; then, her fingers like hooks on my hair, she pulls on my head as she thrusts with her hips. I go fucking insane, her scent climbing all the way up to my brain like a bullet. I’m no longer eating her out. I’m fucking devouring her, my tongue and fingers working her with a hunger only Ashley can tame.

I keep on sucking and licking until I feel her close to the verge of ecstasy. Then I keep going, her moan turning into a loud sigh as she arches her back against the wall, her body becoming as tense as a coiled spring.

Thrusting hard against my mouth, she comes hard, holding my head in place as I feel sweet little spasms taking over the muscles in her thighs. Only when the pressure in her fingers eases up do I pull back, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at her. Her eyes are still closed, her head against the wall as she tries to catch her breath. I put the leg she has over my shoulder down on the floor and stand up, her dress falling down over her waist and covering her. I almost reach for it, anxious to simply rip it off and shred it to pieces, but saner thoughts prevail and, somehow, I manage to control my urges.

“You taste so fucking amazing,” I whisper against her ear, my cock tenting my boxer briefs and pants. “I love how your pussy tastes, Ashley.”

A smile on her lips, she opens her eyes slowly and purrs, her words driving me completely insane.

“Let me taste it then,” she says, and I’m leaning forward toward her before I have even understood her words. Before our lips touch, she runs her tongue from my chin to my mouth, taking in her own fluids; then, our mouths pressed tight against each other, we both part our lips and let our tongues wrestle against one another, my hands all over her perfect body.

I press my body against her, my crotch on her inner thigh. She moves her leg teasingly, rubbing my hard cock and almost making me lose my sanity. Pulling back from her kiss, I take one deep breath, my heart beating so fast I’m feeling fucking dizzy. Once again I look over my shoulder, trying to make sure that the alley we’re in remains deserted. I’m so fucking hard I can’t even think straight, so I have to blink my eyes twice before my brain can process that yes, we’re still alone in our hidden New York corner.

“I want your mouth on me,” I find myself saying, a grin dawning on my lips. “I want you to open that little mouth of yours, and I want to fuck it.”

She grins back at me, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

“Or what?” Sassy, yes, but she already knows how I play this game.

“There’s no 'or' with me,” I tell her, my fingers on the nape of her neck. “On your knees,” I command her, the tone of my voice leaving no room for a challenge. She goes down on her knees at once, her hands sliding down my chest until she has her fingers hooked on my belt. With her index finger she traces the contour of my cock, her eyes locked on it. As she starts to unbuckle my belt my cock pushes harder against my pants, pulsing with raw uncontrollable desire. Fuck, I need this bad.

My belt taken care of, she starts to unbutton my pants, my cock pushing out. I can’t help but close my eyes and sigh sharply as she presses the palm of her hand against it, massaging my shaft with slow cautious movements. Then, no warning at all, her fingers curl around the hem of my boxer briefs and she tugs them down; my cock jumps free immediately, the cool air of the street sending a shiver up my spine.

I open my eyes, looking down at Ashley as she grabs my cock with her small delicate hand. I don’t really like to brag about my size but, seeing my member in her hand, I just can’t help but be impressed by it. Yeah, this is me—Arsen Hawke—the gift God sent to ladies on this Earth.

As Ashley starts to stroke me, her hand moving back and forth over my shaft, I place both my hands on top of her head and run my fingers through her silky hair. Her head sways gently as I move my hands, her mouth dangerously close to my cock; her lips are slightly parted, as if she’s readying herself.

“You want it?” I ask her, slightly moving my hips forward so that my glans is just an inch away from her delicious lips. She nods obediently, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

“I do,” she replies, licking her lips. “A lot.”

“Then open your mouth,” I tell her, her lips parting immediately. I take one hand off of her head and, placing my hand over hers, I grab my cock, pushing it down and aiming it straight at her mouth. I brush the tip over the gap between her lips, slowly moving my cock left and right. “I’m going to fill that sweet mouth of yours,” I tell her, gently moving my hips forward and pushing my glans inside her mouth. Both hands again on her head, I keep it in place as I push my cock deeper in, sliding it over her tongue until I can almost feel the back of her throat. “Suck for as long as you can… Soon enough it’s going to be deep inside your wet pussy.” As I speak, she wraps her lips hard around my shaft, almost as if my words were sending ripples of anticipation through her mind.

With careful deliberate movements, she starts to bob her head back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth at a rhythmic pace. Then I hear something and I hold her head still, looking over my shoulder to the end of the alley; there’s a metallic rattle behind a trash can and then something falls to the ground. My heart kicks against my ribcage, but soon enough my surprise is replaced by relief—a ginger cat jumps into sight, quickly darting out of the alley as it spots us. Fuck, that damn cat really got me for a moment.

One second later and I’ve already forgotten all about it: Ashley fights back against the hold I have on her, pushing her lips down my shaft until they meet the skin at the base. She pushes further down and I can’t help but look down and marvel at the sight, my whole length inside of her mouth. I don’t even know how she’s doing it. I have had many women trying this feat, but there’s always an inch or two they simply can’t fit inside their mouths. But Ashley isn’t one to give up; as her lips meet the base of my cock she looks up at me, slowly rolling her mouth back over my shaft.

“Good girl,” I tell her with a grin. “It feels so fucking great to have my whole cock inside of your little mouth.” As a response, she goes back down again, her eyes never leaving mine as she moves. I breathe out deeply, trying to keep myself together as she starts to caress my balls with one hand. Sweet Jesus, if this continues for too long I’m going to fucking cum in her mouth. Not that I’d mind; I just can’t allow myself to come without feeling her pussy lips wrapped tight around my cock. That’d just be sad.

Wanting to take control, I grab her head harshly, forcing her to stop moving. The moment she’s still, I start to thrust, fucking her mouth just like I promised her I would. I look down, my heart beating fast as I watch my shaft flying in and out of her mouth. I go fast, as fast as I can, closing my eyes as I feel my insides clenching. I force myself to slow down until I stop, my cock spasming inside her mouth as I take a deep breath, stopping myself from coming. And let me tell you, that’s not an easy fucking task—right now I want nothing more than to fill her warm mouth with my cum and see it drip down her chin to between her breasts. I can already imagine myself scooping whatever spilled out of her mouth with my tongue. Yeah, Ashley drives me fucking crazy, I know. And hell, I just love it. I've never had a woman make me feel like this; each time she touches me I'm another step closer to losing control.

I pull my cock out of her mouth, the tip popping out with an audible sound. “Come here,” I whisper, grabbing her hand and making her go up to her feet. The moment she’s standing right in front of me, I waste no time: I take one step forward, pinning her body against the wall as I press my mouth against hers. We kiss in abandonment, my hands going down from her waist to her thighs, hurriedly lifting her dress up. Her dress bunched up at the waist, I let my fingers go to her inner thighs and I flick her thong to the side, my heart almost exploding as I feel my glans rubbing against her wet folds.

One hand guiding me, and then one thrust—I’m in like that, my thickness straining against her insides as my shaft slides deep inside of her. I can’t even tell you how fucking great her pussy feels. It doesn’t matter how many times I've fucked her; this feels fucking amazing. Her tightness around my thick cock is unlike anything I've ever experienced… And I’ve fucked virgins, experienced women, young and old; I’ve ran through the whole catalog and I've never found someone like Ashley. Yeah, I know I’m praising everything about her, but what can I do? It’s just the truth!

“You’re so tight,” I whisper in her ear, rocking my body against hers as I thrust. “I could fuck you forever.”

“I want you to,” she says, all her tears and fears from just minutes ago long forgotten. All that matters now is this sweet surrender to our carnal urges… The rest are just details. Right now, my cock inside of her, everything is right with the universe. Every little fucking thing.

I cup her ass as I fuck her, my thrusts becoming faster as I lean in to kiss her. My hands squeeze her ass hard, and then I slide it under her thong, the warm curves of her buttocks making my cock throb harshly inside of her. I run my outstretched fingers over her ass crack, my mind close to the boiling point. I’m thrusting so hard I don’t even know how she manages to take it; I usually moderate my intensity, not wanting to hurt women with my huge cock, but I just can’t control myself with her. Whenever I’m with Ashley, it’s all the way or no way. And, as amazing as it is, she keeps up with me. True, around Arsen Hawke most girls turn into insatiable little creatures, but Ashley… Oh, Ashley is different: not only is she insatiable, she turns me into a hungry beast as well.

I slow down for a bit, my body assuming a more gentle rhythm as she presses her head against my shoulder, breathing softly as our bodies rock. I place one hand behind her neck and yank on her hair, baring her neck as she opens her eyes and looks at me. I give her one hard thrust, a sudden moan forming on her lips.

“You’re mine, Ash,” I tell her, my cock sliding out from her pussy. “Your mouth, your tits, your pussy … all mine. Say it.”

“My mouth is yours…” She repeats, and I give her one hard thrust. “My tits are yours.” One more thrust. “And my pussy is…” I don’t even let her finish: I just thrust as hard as I can, the last part of her sentence replaced by a moan through gritted teeth.

“That’s it. Now I want you to come for me…” I whisper in her ear, pistoning my cock as fast and hard as I can. She claws at my chest, tugging on my shirt harshly, and then buries her mouth on my shoulder, muffling a scream of ecstasy as she comes. Is there a sound more beautiful than this? I could hear her come endlessly… There’s something magical about her voice, something that just reels me in. I think back to my phone calls with her, when I pose as King Henry, and I feel more boiling blood racing to my cock. To imagine her home alone, wearing nothing more than sexy lingerie while she fingers herself hearing my voice… It’s almost enough to make me go insane.

I tuck one stray lock of hair behind her ear, my thrusts slowing down. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I grab her by the waist and make her turn around before she even has the time to resist it. I press her against the wall, once again lifting her dress up to her waist. This time I don’t simply flick her thong to the side… Oh, no, I push it down her legs and then I bend over to pick it up. Grabbing it between my fingers, I rise up, my cock brushing against her naked buttocks. I take her underwear to my face and breath in her scent, my cock pulsing against her ass.

“I’m keeping this as a souvenir,” I tell her, pushing her thong into my pocket. “I might want to remember this later tonight…”

She says nothing; as a response she simply pushes her ass at me, my cock trapped between her cheeks. Swaying her body, she strokes me like that until I can’t take it anymore. I grab my cock and point it down, pushing it between her thighs until I feel the warm touch of her labia. Lacing her waist with one arm, I simply thrust, my shaft pushing through her inner lips and once again feeling the warm embrace of her insides.

I grit my teeth as I fuck her, my thighs slapping her ass as I ravage her body. My cock going in and out of her, I press my mouth against her ear, breathing hard.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to fill you up until it starts dripping down your legs… And, since I took your thong, I’m going to have to lick you dry,” I tell her, bucking my hips at her until my whole body feels on the verge of exploding.

“Oh… my… God…” She mutters, the words coming out of her like a quivering moan. It only makes me go harder. I go so hard I feel my legs cramping up, her whole body suddenly becoming as tense as mine. One final thrust and that’s it; I can’t hold it in me anymore. Breathing out harshly, I feel my cock spasming violently and I come, my warm semen gushing inside of her.

As I start to come, her pussy becomes even tighter around my shaft and she leans forward against the wall, hissing like a feral cat. She’s trying hard not to scream, an orgasm as violent as my own raging through her petite body. I close my eyes as we surrender to the avalanche of pleasure that engulfs us, our bodies just a tiny vessel in a sea of sin and ecstasy.

Fuck, I must have been crazy to fuck her in a place like this, where anyone could see us! But we got lucky, no one caught us—my cock finally giving its last spams, I slide it out from her pussy. I make her turn around again, her body almost limp as she tries to catch her breath. Before she even opens her eyes, I’m back on my knees, holding her dress up with my hands as I lean in toward her pussy.

Thick strands of cum hang on her labia, beads of it already dripping down her legs at a steady pace. I part my lips, my tongue reaching for one drop of semen as it slides down her thigh. I scoop it up, tracing the way to her pussy. There, I open my mouth and suck on her labia, my tongue licking the salty juices that have just left my cock.

I don’t stop until my mouth is brimming with cum, and then I just swallow it. I don’t even think about it; I just fucking do it. And then I lick her dry, my tongue brushing against every inch of her pussy until there’s nothing left to lick. Slowly, I pull back and go to my feet, letting go of her dress and allowing it to fall down, covering her.

I kiss her tenderly, her tongue dancing around mine as she takes in the flavor of my cum into her mouth. We lock eyes, then, and I know that whatever happened before we got into this alley, won’t be resolved tonight—everything in due time. I push my boxer briefs and pants up, tuck my shirt in, and give her a broad gentle smile.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her. Arm-in-arm, we waltz into the street again, my cock twitching as I remember rather indecently what I have stuffed down my pocket: Ashley’s wet underwear.

*

“Hi, this is Misty, who am I talking to?” Ashley says, her voice coming at me like the most perfect sound in the whole universe. Yes, I’m calling her again—you can keep that judgmental look to yourself. It’s stronger than me.

Last night, after our quick dirty romp in a back alley, I got her a cab home and took another one myself. I tried to get some sleep, but all I managed to do was lay around in bed wide awake, tossing and turning while memories of her tight pussy floated around my mind. Eventually, I just got up; I picked my pants from the floor and took her used thong from inside my pocket, bringing it up to my face so that I could breath her scent in. That was all it took for my cock to stiffen—just feeling the soft fabric on my fingers made me ache for release again. Remember when I told you that Ashley makes me insatiable? This is what that means.

Alone in my bedroom, I just had to jerk myself, my eyes closed as I pictured her delicious naked curves. You know, I couldn’t even remember the last time I masturbated like that; whenever I had an urge, I could just pick some random hot woman and fuck her brains out. But not anymore, not since I first laid eyes on Ashley… Now I can’t bring myself to fuck anyone else, my cock suddenly going monogamous. That’s a first for me.

So, yeah, don’t judge me if the first thing I did after waking up was sit down on my couch and pick up the phone. A man can only resist so much, after all.

“Who do you think?” I say, pressing the phone against my ear as I mouth the words with my grave King Henry voice. I almost feel like the Batman, juggling two identities, one that makes Ashley come with my cock, and another that does it using just words.

“It’s you, Henry. I’ve been… waiting for your call,” I hear her say, her purred words making my heart pump warm blood straight to my cock. It gets hard, tenting my pants as I lean back against the couch.

“Have you? I don’t know if I believe you, Kitten. After all, you’ve been fucking other guys while you keep on taking my calls,” I say, propping my feet up on the coffee table as I rest my hand over my crotch, feeling my hard bulge with the tip of my fingers. I just can’t help but ask her about… well, me. But, for a few seconds, there’s only silence on the other side of the line.

“It’s true, sir… I spent all night thinking of you,” she tells me, her voice letting through a hint of Ashley’s true personality. There’s honesty there, she’s no longer playing a character. Somewhere along the way, King Henry has stripped Ashley out of her Misty persona.

“Is that so, Kitten? And what did you think about?”

“I thought of… The way you make me feel. I get so very wet whenever you take control." “I know you do. Now tell me, Kitten… What are you wearing right now?” I start massaging my cock over the fabric of my pants, taking my time with it. Hell, I never thought I’d be one of those guys who does this—calls a phone line so that they can get off. But with Ashley… There are no limits to what I will or will not do.

“I’m wearing a tiny little robe… And underneath it, an even tinier black lace thong,” she tells me, my fingers curling around my bulging. “No bra.” Christ, this is insane.

“I like that, Kitten. I like that a lot. But I would prefer you naked…” I say, drawling out the last part of my sentence as I imagine her there, lying in bed with only her thong on. “Take if off.”

“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and then there’s a long silence, followed by the sound of her moving about. She is actually taking her clothes off; this is not some imagination carrousel. “I am naked now.”

“Good. Where are you, Kitten?”

“In bed… All alone.”

“Good. Close your eyes now. I want you to imagine my hand on your skin, my fingers running from your navel up to your breasts…” I say, her breathing growing louder. “But don’t touch yourself, Kitten. Not yet; only when I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, the tone of her voice telling me about the state her pussy is in right now: soaking wet.

“I want you to feel my body pressed against yours, my cock sliding deep inside of your wet pussy…” I continue, my own eyes closed as I picture the scene. What I wouldn’t give to be there now, lying in bed next to her naked body. “Imagine my big cock going all the way in, stretching you wide as I fuck you.”

“Yes, I… I am,” her words sound more like anxious moans now, and I can tell she’s eager for my permission to touch herself. But if she wants that, she’s going to have to wait. “I want that so much, sir… You can’t imagine how much.”

“Oh, yes, I can,” I tell her as I push my pants down, my cock jumping free against the palm of my hand. I grab it, feeling it pulse against my fingers as I hear Ashley’s hard breathing through the phone. Calling a sex line might be a fucked up thing, but I’m too into it right now; there are no brakes on this train.

“I want you hard,” she says suddenly. “Tell me that you’re hard.”

“I am hard, Kitten… And my thick cock is right here, waiting for those lush lips of yours.” I start stroking myself, moving my hand up and down at a quickly growing rhythm. This is fucking insane; it might not be the first time I’m doing this, but it doesn’t make it any less crazy.

“I want it in my mouth,” she blurts out, almost as if she has no control over what she’s saying. “I want to curl my fingers around it and suck on it as I stroke you… And I want to look you in the eyes as I do it, my mouth full with your cock. I want to pleasure you, and I want to touch myself as I do it.”

Fuck, I’m jerking myself hard now, her words turning into pictures inside my head.

“My nipples are so hard, sir. And my pussy is so wet… Can I please touch myself, sir? Please…” She asks me, genuinely begging for my permission. Christ, she could just lie, go ahead and do it, but no, she really wants me to say it, to allow her to do it.

“Yes, you can touch yourself,” I tell her, taking a deep breath before I do it. I don’t want to sound like a fucking breathless guy that’s stroking himself into oblivion, although that’s exactly what I am right now. “I want you to slide two fingers inside of yourself as you rub your clit, Kitten.”

She doesn’t even say anything; her moan is all that I need to hear to know that she’s doing it. Here we are, miles apart and still pleasuring ourselves, even though she has no idea that "King Henry" is the guy who actually fucked her last night.

“I… want…” she starts, trying to push the words out of her mouth between her hard breaths. “I want that big cock of yours… So damn much,” she moans, her honeyed voice climbing all the way up to my brain and stabbing it right in the middle. “I want to make you cum, and I want you to do it all over me, sir. I want you to cover me with it while I’m on my knees, my mouth open wide as you fill me up.”

That does it for me. I don’t even tell her I’m about to come, I just explode before I have the time to think about it. I groan into the phone, but I don’t think she hears me; she’s moaning loudly, almost screaming as if I was actually there, my cock buried inside of her pussy. I sit there, grabbing my cock while thick ropes of cum gush out of it, the sound of her orgasm numbing my mind. This might be fucking insane, but it doesn’t make it any less good, let me tell you that. Sure, the real thing is way better… But this beats just using my imagination, there’s no question about that. And, of course, I’m pretty sure of who she’s going to turn to after King Henry has left her in a wet mess: good ol’ Arsen Hawke.

“I… I just couldn’t help myself, sir,” she says, her voice a quivering mess. “I had to come. I just had to.”

“I know, Kitten. It’s alright, but next time, remember: you’ll only come when I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir. I promise.”

“Good,” I continue, leaning back against my couch as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, endorphins still raging through me like a fucking hurricane. “Are you this obedient with everyone?”

“No… Not at all, sir,” she says, sounding genuine but still breathing hard.

“Not with anyone?” I hear some slight hesitation, so I press harder. “Tell me.”

“Just… Just one man,” she finally confesses, her voice wavering almost as if she’s afraid her response will earn her a scolding.

“That… friend of yours you told me about?” I ask her, suddenly feeling morbidly curious about what she’s going to tell this Henry character of my relationship with her. Is she going to lie?

“Yes… Yes, he’s the one.”

“And does he make you come, Kitten? Does he fuck you like you want me to fuck you?” I ask, feeling slightly anxious as I wait for her response. Christ, what the fuck am I doing?

“Yes, sir… He does. He does fuck me like that.”

“Good… A girl like you needs a good fucking. Tell me, when was the last time he fucked you? Tell me about it.”

“Last night,” she replies, her voice now more steady. “We fucked outside, in a tiny alley near Freedom Tower. I came three times,” she continues, and I can almost hear the anxiety in her words as she waits for my response.

“Now, a nice girl like you fucking in a public place? I like that wild side of yours, Kitten, I really do. And what better place to unleash that wild side but there? The place has gotten a lot nicer without so much construction.”

There’s a long silence on the other side of the line, almost as if I had said something indecent. I almost ask her if she’s still there when she starts to speak again.

“I’m glad, sir. I don’t want to displease you,” she tells me, and I can feel her honesty. She really wants to please Henry. Holy fuck, is this situation getting out of control?

“And what about your friend? Do you want to please him as well?” I continue, unable to stop.

“I… I’m sorry, sir, I really got to go,” she says, cutting the conversation short.

“We’ll talk again. Soon,” I promise her, and I can almost see the smile on her face.

“I hope so, sir,” she tells me before hanging up. When I take the phone out of my ear, there’s already a text message from Ashley flashing on the screen.

“I’m coming over,” it says.

Of course.