Talk Sexy 1

by Nichelle Gregory

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Talk Sexy: Part One

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-902-6

  ©Copyright Nichelle Gregory 2014

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright January 2014

  Edited by Rebecca Douglas

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

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  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2013 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 38 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 8 pages.

  TALK SEXY: PART ONE

  Nichelle Gregory

  Part one in the Talk Sexy serial

  Peyton enjoys role playing many of her private kinky erotic fantasies as a phone sex operator…she never dreamt they’d come true with one very sexy caller!

  Peyton decides to become a phone sex operator on a whim, but soon discovers she has a flair for sexy gab! For the first time in her life, Peyton indulges her latent yearnings, enjoying the sexual freedom to safely explore her private kinky desires as part of her role to create the ultimate erotic fantasies for her callers—but the more she talks the more she craves. No one knows about her new job…not even her boyfriend who has made it clear he’d like to take things to the next level. Peyton isn’t sure that’s what she wants, especially when it seems one demanding caller seems to know exactly what she needs…

  Dedication

  For the Lion and the Lioness.

  Chapter One

  “Hello?”

  Peyton smiled, noticing the slight warble in her caller’s voice. She could tell by the way he breathed into the phone that he was already close to climaxing.

  “This is Pepper. Looking for a little spice?”

  “Y-yes, I am.”

  “What’s your name, sexy?”

  There was a slight pause on the other line. “Um…John.”

  Peyton settled back against the soft pillows, bringing the mouthpiece of her headset closer to her lips with a wider grin. This guy wasn’t bold enough to use his real first name, which was perfectly fine. He was as much ‘John’ as she was ‘Pepper’ for the next fifteen minutes.

  “Well, John, why don’t you tell me how hot you like it.”

  John quickly rattled off what had him so hard, then Peyton talked him through his desired scene, becoming his hard-core fantasy Mistress. He expressed a need for humiliation and she fulfilled his request. She wove a web of wicked words, debasing him as a man and giggling at his expense. His embarrassed groans of need and pleasure did not move her. This wasn’t her favorite role play, but she could do it well…very well. She finished making John twist his own nipples and commanded he come for her. Peyton lifted the headset off her ear when he practically shouted with the force of his orgasm. A few minutes later, when he’d composed himself, he shakily thanked Peyton for indulging him and she ended the call.

  She reached for her glass of merlot, confident her last caller would call back as commanded sometime next week. Her cell phone vibrated and she picked it up to see her best friend Tamara calling.

  “Hey, girl,” Peyton said, bringing her cell to her ear as she placed her wine on the nightstand. She pushed her headset behind her ear. “What’s up?”

  “Did you sell that fancy house to those newlyweds?”

  “They want the weekend to think things over, but I’m fairly positive it’s a done deal.”

  Peyton knew better than to get her hopes up. In the past, she’d been one hundred percent certain, but the real estate business was anything but predictable now. Her savings had suffered because of the economic downturn. She, like so many others, had found herself juggling bills with her now sporadic cash flow, making the decision to find another source of income an easy one.

  “So, what are you doing home on a Friday night? Why aren’t you out with Jace?”

  Peyton laughed, tickled as always by Tamara’s bubbly personality. “Whoa. Slow down. I only answer one question at a time after eight. What are you doing home on a Friday night? I hear lots of background noise.”

  Tamara giggled. “I’m at the theater enjoying Lucas’ fine ass. He went to get some popcorn before the movie starts.”

  “Lucas…Lucas.”

  Tamara huffed. “The guy I meet at the grocery store, remember?”

  “Oh, right. I remember. So, how are things going?”

  “Really well for a first date.”

  Peyton cursed softly when her home phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, already knowing it was a business call.

  “Lucas is so—”

  “Tamara, I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta take this call,” Peyton said, feeling a little guilty.

  Her best friend had no idea about the second job she’d taken as a phone sex operator to help meet her expenses.

  “What? I was just getting to the good part about Lucas. Is it Jace?”

  “Tam, I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta call you back. Have fun!”

  Peyton hung up before her friend could respond, barely answering the business call before the third ring. If she didn’t pick up by then, the call was lost and she was docked for not assisting the client who’d dialed her private number.

  “Hello?”

  “Is this Pepper?”

  The male voice was rich, layered with a mixture of warmth and charm, totally unfamiliar to Peyton. She adjusted her pillows again and lay back, ready to find out what this caller needed to get off.

  “This is Pepper. Who am I speaking to?”

  “Michael.”

  No hesitation. Peyton liked that.

  “Good evening, Michael.”

  “Good evening, Pepper.”

  The amused tone to Michael’s voice made her grin. She glanced at her clock on the nightstand, aware of the seconds ticking away. It always amazed her how fast or slow the fifteen minutes went by on a given call.

  “Michael, I like a little heat to spice things up…do you?”

  The throaty chuckle that caressed her ears sent a tiny shiver through her. This guy obviously wanted to string things along and Peyton was content to do the same. When his allotted time was up, he’d either have to pay for more minutes with her or hang up frustrated. It truly was the easiest, most interesting job she’d ever had and it paid damn well.

  “I do, indeed. I also like the sound of your voice.”

  Peyton smiled, pleased. “Why don’t you tell what else you like?”

  “I like pepp
er. It heightens the flavor on so many things.”

  “It does. Heightened flavors…mmmm.” Peyton turned her head and watched the flickering flame dance on the wall behind the aromatic candle on her dresser. “You’re making me hungry, Michael.”

  “What are you hungry for?”

  Peyton closed her eyes. “Mmm…”

  Michael had to have one of the sexiest voices she’d heard on the line. The deep timbre of it floated into her ear and warmed her. He had a way of speaking so every syllable was smoothly enunciated. There was no rushed edge to his words. Peyton could tell he was as relaxed as she was, which meant his cock was not yet in hand. She was beginning to think he just wanted to talk. It was amazing how many men were willing to pay for a woman to simply listen.

  At least he isn’t boring.

  “Pleasure.” Peyton took another sip of wine as Michael chuckled. “I know you crave the same. I want to give you pleasure.”

  “And what if I told you the only way you could do that is to allow me to give you pleasure?”

  Peyton frowned and opened her eyes This is different. She’d never taken a call where the caller wanted to please her, though there were those men who assumed she was reaching a climax lightning fast like they were and she let them believe in the fantasy.

  “You want to give me pleasure?” Peyton toyed with the silky tie of her teal nightie. She twirled it around her finger as she looked at the clock.

  Six minutes left.

  “Yes. I want you to come for me. I want to hear the sound of you coming undone.”

  Peyton stilled, taken aback by Michael’s request. Her heart skipped a beat and a rush of heat swirled over her, centering between her legs. She was momentarily at a loss for words. An occupational hazard that rarely happened.

  “Describe yourself to me, Pepper.”

  This was something she could do automatically. Just about every caller wanted a description to visualize their ultimate fantasy.

  “I’m five foot seven inches, a caramel goddess. I’m curvy. Do you like curves?”

  “Over straight lines, hell yes.”

  Peyton smiled. “Good.”

  She took another sip of wine, relaxed once more. The call was now back under her control.

  Michael chuckled. “Tell me more.”

  “More?”

  “Yes, more.”

  Peyton swirled the wine in her glass. “I’ve got dark brown hair, full lips and a smile you’d like to kiss.”

  “What are you wearing, Pepper?”

  “A teal nightie.”

  “And teal panties?”

  “Thong,” Peyton said moving her hand over the now damp fabric between her thighs.

  “Take them off now.”

  Peyton tapped her fingers over her clit and stifled a small moan. His command made her pulse and pussy react. The moist spot was now a very wet one. She’d never experienced this level of arousal while talking to clients. It was exciting and a little unnerving.

  “Michael, you do realize we’re almost out of time?”

  “Call the operator.”

  “Please hold.”

  Peyton clicked over and dialed the operator before bringing Michael back on the now three-way call. She listened as he requested sixty more minutes, and blinked in surprise.

  An hour?

  She’d never been on a call that long.

  The operator thanked them both and hung up, leaving the two of them alone once more.

  “Now, where were we?” Michael asked.

  “You wanted me to take off my thong.”

  “And it should already be off. For the next sixty minutes, you will do what I say. Understood?”

  His sexy voice, his commands, sent prickles of awareness over every inch of her.

  “Is that understood, Pepper?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now, take that thong off. Do it now.”

  “Yes, sir,” Peyton said a little more breathlessly than she would’ve liked.

  Michael’s husky chuckle made her nipples harden as she hooked her thumbs along the sides of her thong, lifted her bottom then removed the sodden strip of fabric.

  “It’s off.”

  “Good. Touch and describe your pussy for me.”

  Peyton drew in a shaky breath and skated her fingers over the top of her mound. “I shave. There’s a small triangular strip of hair above my clit. Juicy lips hide my inner folds.”

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me hear.”

  “What?” Peyton’s eyes widened.

  “Do it.”

  Flustered beyond belief, Peyton exhaled. “I’ll have to take off my headset. Wait a moment, please.”

  Michael didn’t respond as she untangled the headset out of her hair and brought the mic between her parted thighs. She slid her fingers over the lips of her pussy with the mic held close over her dewy flesh to pick up the sound of her playing in her wetness. Knowing he was listening embarrassed her, but it aroused her even more. After a few seconds, Peyton put the headset back in place.

  “Did you hear?”

  “No. Do it again and this time push two fingers inside. Finger fuck that pussy and let me hear how wet it is.”

  Peyton let out a soft moan. “C’mon.”

  “Now, Pepper.”

  The rougher edge in Michael’s voice challenged and teased her senses. Peyton squeezed her legs together as flutters of need zigzagged through. She felt compelled to do as he wanted.

  “Okay. Wait a moment, please.”

  She yanked the headset back down, parting her thighs wider. Her heart beat fast as she slipped two fingers into her tight sheath. She was so slick it was ridiculous. Peyton moved her fingers in and out of her pussy and the wet sounds seemed obscenely loud in her bedroom. Peyton bit her lip to stop from moaning. She needed to come, but there was no way she was going to over the phone. With a shudder, she removed her damp fingers and put her headset back on.

  “I know you heard that.”

  Michael laughed. “Oh, yes, I did. What a wet little pussy you have, Pepper. Tell me, do you get that wet for all your callers?”

  “No.” Her voice wavered on the edge of a sigh. Peyton squeezed her thighs together and teased one of her nipples when Michael chuckled again.

  “Lick those juices off your fingers.”

  “Michael…”

  “I don’t hear you doing as I asked.”

  Peyton brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them. The taste and scent of her arousal only made her wetter. She’d never done any of the things Michael had asked her to do with any other caller. Usually, she gave the orders. It was exhilarating and strange to be on the other side of that.

  “Mmm…I know you taste sweet. I want you to put those fingers back where they belong and stroke that needy cunt for me.”

  “Oh, God,” Peyton breathed, complying.

  “Are they back inside?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good. Tell me why you are so wet as you play with my pussy.”

  Her breath hitched audibly. “Yours? ”

  “It is mine when I have you on the phone. All mine. Understood?”

  She knew it was all fantasy play, but his words affected her to the core as if he were in the room with her. Lightning strikes of arousal pulsed through her, making her flush and on edge.

  “Yes.”

  “Now, tell me what’s got my pussy so wet?”

  “The sound of your voice. The commands.”

  “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

  Peyton hesitated for a moment.

  “Don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  Admitting it out loud struck a chord that had never vibrated within her before. Peyton pressed her palm on her clit and teased her G-spot. A soft moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. She had always been more turned on when control was taken away from her in the bedroom. That was part of the reason Jace wasn’t totally fulfilling her
needs.

  “Do you have a lover, Pepper?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Does he know you are a submissive little slut?”

  Peyton shivered. She was so hot. It was like reality had faded away and the only thing that mattered was Michael’s voice in her ear.

  “Answer me. Does he know you’re a submissive little slut?”

  The name calling sent a rush of goosebumps over her heated skin.

  “Not exactly.”

  “Yes or no?”

  “No.”

  “That’s a shame. A woman like you needs to be reminded daily. Say it.”

  “Say what?” Peyton delved her fingers in deeper, wanting to reach for her toy. She couldn’t come without it.

  “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you. Now, say it.”

  Peyton groaned softly.

  “I’m a submissive little slut.”

  “Fuck that pussy and repeat that.”

  “Michael—”

  “Shut up, slut. Do as you’re told. I don’t want to hear anything else coming from your mouth, but what I tell you to say and those sweet moans when you come.”

  Peyton bit back telling him she’d never climax without her vibrator. She stroked her pussy with her fingers, feeling the ripcord of pleasure tightening within her to that elusive point she always needed help crashing over.

  “I’m a submissive little slut.”

  “Yes, you are. You’d like to be handcuffed to the bed and force fed my cock because you are a…? ”

  It felt so wicked to even think about saying the words and yet her entire body hummed at the idea of uttering h each spoken syllable.

  “I am a submissive little slut.”

  “That’s right, and submissive little sluts need to be on their knees sometimes. You’d like to be told to get on your knees and play with that greedy pussy while I watch because you are a…?”

  “Submissive little slut,” Peyton whispered.

  “Say it louder.”

  “I’m a submissive little slut,” Peyton panted. She could hardly breathe at all now, her fingers flying in and out of her slippery hole. “I-I’m a submissive little slut.”

  “Give me what I want, slut. Come for me.”

  She was close, but she couldn’t do what he wanted and the erotic tension made her mewl with her need to climax. The only option was to fake it. Get off the phone, grab her vibrator and get the sweet release she so desperately needed. Peyton began to moan and whimper, working her fingers faster and faster. She increased her cries of passion and let out a little scream, panting as she stilled, confident her little performance had satisfied Michael.