Chapter １４

However, before she can even complete her statement, I can hear every muscle in her body beginning to spasm, and I know that she is on her way. I increase the speed at which I stroke my cock, and then, with my eyes tightly closed, I observe as ropes of cum emerge from my cock. I could care less about everything going on around me, whether it be the driver or anything else, and yet I keep coming here. When I do open my eyes, I see that it has spread all over the trousers that I was wearing with my suit. I don't bother waiting for Arcadia to say anything further before hanging up on our conversation together.

What just took place is almost inconceivable to me. To demonstrate, I take off the jacket of my suit and hold it in front of me. The fact is that he never says anything. Exactly at that moment, the taxi arrives at my flat. I immediately get out of the vehicle after paying the fare, and that's when I start to feel it. My phone is alerting me to an incoming text message as it vibrates in the pocket of my jeans. I hastily get it out of my bag and start reading it. It was purchased in Arcadia “Okay, you may be correct about that. Let's meet up later.”

The seemingly little accomplishment has me grinning from ear to ear. I told you, as you can see. I never accept “no” for an answer, and as a result, I get whatever I desire.

Arcadia's pov

I knock on his door

Whilst I wait for an answer, I am moving my weight from foot to foot and changing how I stand.

It's true that I could have rung the electronic doorbell, but what the heck did I care? I've always had a touch of an antique air about myself.

It doesn't take long: only a few seconds after I knock on the door for the first time, I can hear footsteps coming from the other side. As Paul answers the door with a big grin on his face, I take a slow, deep breath to bring myself back under control.

He stares at me without any guilt, and his gaze travels from my face to my breasts and then all the way down to my waist. The way that he stares at me is so damned seductive that makes my blood run cold.

He adds to me as he moves to the side and extends an invitation to come in, “You look terrific.” Oh, of course I look good—I came prepared for action, wearing a form-fitting black dress and the smallest lace thong I could find...

And something about the way he speaks brings out the untamed beast that I try to keep tamed deep within of me. My thoughts suddenly stop, and the next thing I know, I'm confidently approaching him while still in motion. I seize him by the neck of his shirt, and before he has a chance to respond, I put my lips to his. He seems to be taken aback, as seen by his widened eyes, but he recovers his calm in a timely manner, and his hands rapidly go to my waist. “Someone's really eager.”

I retort by saying that he has no idea how eager I am right now while putting my palm on his crotch. “You can't imagine how eager I am right now,” I say. Because he is already as unyielding as a rock, I wrap my fingers around the outline of his cock while flashing him a maniacal smile. After that phone chat with Client 9, “King William ,” I simply can't wait to feel Paul's cock once again. To say that I'm eager is actually putting it gently; honestly, I can't wait to feel Paul's cock. It's strange in a certain way. I was driven utterly wild with pleasure by the sound of a stranger's voice, and here I am, leaping into Paul's arms as a result. What does a typical day look like for a sex phone operator, you ask?

“I like eager. Good,” is all that he murmurs, a shadowy glint appearing in his eyes as he does so. I've started something that I can't stop, and the fact that it sounds so damn wonderful makes it even better.

He grabs my waist with both of his hands and shoves me backwards through the hallway and into the living room.

I shuffle uncomfortably behind him, and the only thing that causes me to halt is when my derriere brushes up against the edge of his leather sofa.

While I'm walking there, my thoughts keep going back to the wall where he pinned me... The one in which he repeatedly fucked me, and my mind is flooded with recollections of the most satisfying sexual experience I've ever had.

I prepare to begin unbuttoning his shirt by placing my fingers on his collar, but he is more quicker than I am. He forces me to turn around by hooking his fingers on my hip, and then he places his forearm over my shoulder blades and bends me over the sofa with the other arm.

As he clutches my derriere roughly, his lengthy fingers bunching up my dress as they touch me, I can't help but bite the bottom part of my lip. The sound of him slapping my buttocks with the back of his palm causes me to let out a gasp, as the sensation is nearly too thrilling to bear.

“Since the last time we were together,” he adds, reaching forward and whispering in my ear, “I couldn't stop thinking about bending you over and paddling your gorgeous little ass.”

“It's been a while,” I respond, “but I've been thinking about it.” Then he proceeds to do it once again, this time striking my other buttock with an even greater degree of force.

“Have you been pondering exactly that recently?” I inquire as I glance back over my shoulder at him. I should have known the answer from the evil grin that replaced his smile before he even opened his mouth to respond.