Voices in the Dark
Voices in the Dark
Maddie’s coworkers have no idea that she gets off on calling random men, whispering raunchy fantasies in their ears and hearing them orgasm at the sound of her voice. Her fetish is fun, daring and most importantly, safe. That’s paramount for a transplanted Texan now living in New York.
Sex with strangers is risky. Phone sex is totally anonymous. Until Maddie calls a coworker by mistake. And when Adrian recognizes her voice, he turns her safe little fetish into a dangerous game. One that Maddie can’t possibly win.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
Voices in the Dark
ISBN 9781419930935
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Cover art by Darrell King
Electronic book publication December 2010
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VOICES IN THE DARK
Lacey Savage
To Peter, for the love, support, faith and, most important, the endless supply of chocolate.
Thank you to Fiona Jayde, for the constant cheerleading, prodding and boundless enthusiasm; to Robin Snodgrass for her incredible attention to detail and for being the best beta reader an author could ask for; and to the Creative Frenzy ladies for holding my hand during the tough times, and for talking me off the ledge (professionally speaking) a time or two.
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I began doing it in my thirties.
I know, I’m a late bloomer. Most people start in middle school or in high school if that’s how long it takes to convince enough of their friends to come along for the ride.
You see, for most folks, this isn’t a solo sport. Rather, it’s something to be shared and enjoyed with others.
Not for me though. I do it alone, in the dark.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end of the phone is female, and I stifle a flash of disappointment. I’ve never had a meaningful experience with a woman, and something about this one’s voice—worn down and exhausted, making me think she spent all day chasing after kids, cooking dinner and doing three loads of laundry—tells me she’s not going to be the one who changes my mind.
Still, I can’t help but try.
“What are you wearing?” I ask in my sultriest tone.
“Excuse me? Who is this?”
I bite down a sigh, clench my fingers around my favorite vibrator. Already I can feel my lust dimming.
Her anger flares up another notch. “Who the fuck is this?”
“Wrong number,” I say, and hang up.
I let my body drop back against the mound of pillows crowding the headboard of my bed. It hasn’t been a good night. Out of six calls, three numbers were out of service, two rang through to answering machines, and the only one that put me through to a real person gave me the harried housewife.
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My pussy throbs, and I run my fingers along the silky sheen of my black satin panties. The vibrator comes to life at a flick of the switch, humming on the lowest setting. I press it against my clit, and the wash of sensation burrowing deep in my cunt rips a groan from my throat.
I wish I could just relax into it. I wish I could fuck myself into oblivion with this rubber, battery-powered cock and lose myself in the experience, but I know better.
There’s only one way to achieve the orgasm I so desperately want, and that’s with the help of another piece of technology. I grab the disposable cell, bring it back to life with the click of a button. The screen lights up, and the sickly green glow splashes over my pristine white sheets.
I choose the buttons at random, as I always do, not looking at where my fingers land. I count out the number of key presses to give myself the best possible chance of discovering a number that’s in use and feel a flutter of excitement against my belly as the phone begins to ring.
I turn up the vibrator’s pulse another notch, pressing it closer to my sex. The phone rings again, and the sound sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I bite down on my lower lip to stifle another groan. Lust rises inside me, making my pulse skitter and my heart pound against my rib cage.
“Hello?”
The relief I feel at the sound of his voice—male, young, eager—knows no bounds. I lift myself on an elbow, cradling the cell between my shoulder and ear. I could put it on speaker, but disposable cell phones are notoriously unreliable. I want to hear this man’s voice when I speak to him, not the buzz of static or the clipped tones of an interrupted conversation.
“How big is your cock?”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line. While I wait patiently for an answer, I conjure his image in my mind. Tall, blond, built like a linebacker. I tell myself he’s just out of college, finishing up an internship at a law firm. It’s only a few minutes past 7
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seven, so he’s probably just arrived home and hasn’t had a chance to change out of his pinstriped business suit.
I picture his cock stiffening, trapped between cloth and flesh, creating a mouthwatering bump along the front seam of his pants.
“Simone? Is that you?”
Ah…he has a girlfriend. It doesn’t surprise me. He sounds much too sexy not to have a woman melting like ice cream in the heat at the sound of his seductive voice.
“I want you to take off your pants. Will you do that for me?”
I push my panties aside while I wait for his answer and slide the toy down between my slick nether lips. The tingling vibration purring against my folds makes me arch my back. The phone nearly slips from my shoulder, but I recover quickly and hold it firmly in place.
“Sure,” he says at last.
It never fails to delight me how easy it is to get a man to play along with some good, old-fashioned, dirty talk. And is it my imagination, or has his voice dropped a notch?
“Good boy. I bet your cock’s nice and big, isn’t it?”
Every man wants to think he’s hung like a thoroughbred Arabian stallion, and that’s fine with me. Oh I know as well as the next girl that the average man’s cock is nowhere near that impressive, but this is my fantasy. If I wish it, the guy on the other end of the phone is built like an Adonis, with a cock to rival an elephant’s trunk. That’s part of the appeal. In this short-lived liaison, I can have anything I want.
“Uh huh.” He’s definitely panting now.
I picture him slowly lowering his zipper, reaching into the slit of his boxers and releasing the erection constrained within. He’s in bed—no, wait. I’d like it better if he was in the kitchen, standing in front of the open refrigerator. Yes… Perhaps I caught him just as he searched the nearly empty shelves for something to throw together, and 8
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now there he still is, one hand around his cock, the other bracing his body against the fridge door. A rush of cool air escapes and wafts over his eager dick, making him shiver from head to toe.
I spread my legs wider and close my eyes. This night isn’t going to be a total waste after all.
“Simone?” he tries again. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
I chuckle, low in my throat. I don’t care if he thinks I’m his girlfriend. If I can make up everything about him, he’s entitled to do the same about me.
“My pussy’s so wet… I’m parting it open with my fingers. I want you to put your mouth on it. Give me a good tongue lashing while you stroke your big cock.”
I do as I describe and part my folds. Moisture escapes my channel to trickle down the inside of my thigh. My sex pulses, desperate for something to fill it. I could give it the dildo now, but I’m not ready. Not yet.
“I sure would love that, baby,” he says. “Why don’t you come over and we can do this for real?”
“I’m shoving two fingers inside my cunt now. Oh…so fucking good.” I struggle with each word, though the vulgarity comes naturally and not just because I’ve discovered men respond better to crude descriptions. Lust is spreading through me at a frenzied rate, fogging my mind, tensing my muscles. The hornier I get, the coarser my language becomes.
My inner walls clench down on my fingers, but I know it’s not nearly enough. I want more. I want the thickness of the dildo, yes, but more than that, I want to hear this man come. I want to know what he sounds like when his orgasm rushes through him, when his balls draw up close to his cock and his seed spills from his dick to stain his perfectly pressed pants.
“I want you in my ass,” I moan, teasing my puckered sphincter with the tip of the dildo. “I want your big cock stretching my hole, filling it, fitting tight and snug, like a hand in a glove. I want you to bury yourself inside me and punish me with your dick.”
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“Oh shit.” His voice has definitely gone up an octave now. “You’re not Simone.”
I have no intention of confirming or denying that. It’s irrelevant to my purposes. He must be close now. I can hear his ragged breathing, can feel him struggling to hold on to the last remnants of self-control. I just pray he doesn’t get pummeled by a wave of morality and hang up on me.
He can’t. Not before we finish what we started.
“My cunt is desperate for you.” I slam the dildo into my pussy, and the sensation of being filled sends a jolt of pleasure deep in my core. I slide it in as far as it’ll go and hold it there, firmly inside my body, while I flick the switch to a higher vibration.
Shudders threaten to rock my body and shatter my self-control. I grit my teeth, will myself to hold back. I won’t come. Not until he does.
“Who are you talking to?”
Another man’s voice. It sounds vaguely familiar, but I’m too far gone to try to identify it.
“Fuck.” I hear my guy shuffling around, and I think I catch the sound of a zipper being yanked up.
A mournful cry escapes my parted lips. “No… No, you can’t stop. Please stroke that cock for me. I want to hear you come. I want to drink every last drop of liquid that spurts from your dick. Oh please oh please oh…”
My voice echoes back at me and I lift my hips, pressing the dildo deeper inside my cunt. I can’t help but rub my clit with the heel of my hand. God, I’m so close. I need to hear his groan of release. I want to know I’ve made him lose control.
“Damn, man… You’ve got to hear this girl.”
I’m not sure what he’s doing, and in truth, it doesn’t matter. A sob catches in my throat. I have to give it one last try.
“What do I have to do, huh?” My voice shakes with desire and desperation. “Do you want me to stick a butt plug in your sexy ass? I can do that. Or maybe you want me 10
