Wrong Number

by R. L. Kenderson

  Indy: Because I’m not a submissive.

  A grin spread across my face. Now, I understood why it had taken her so long to respond.

  Me: No, I’m not a dom, and I don’t practice BDSM. Not really anyway.

  Indy: What does “not really” mean?

  Me: Like I said, I’m not a dominant, but I do like to be in charge in the bedroom. Not always, but often. Also, I’ve never used whips or floggers, but I don’t think a light spanking has ever hurt anyone. And if you’ve never been tied up and tortured into orgasm, you don’t know what you’re missing. But that’s the extent of my BDSM, which is why I said I don’t practice it.

  Indy: How is being in charge different than being a dom?

  Me: Are you quizzing me? Is this a test?

  Indy: No, I’m just curious.

  Me: Let’s say you and I were in bed together. I might choose to push you on the bed, roll you over, and take you from behind. But if it’s not something you want, I wouldn’t force you. I don’t want to control you. And I’m definitely not into the humiliation thing that some doms practice on their subs. Not judging anyone who is. Everyone has their own kinks. It’s just not for me.

  Indy: What if I want to humiliate you?

  I laughed out loud. This was the first hint of flirting I’d seen since I texted her my lewd message.

  Me: Haha-haha. No.

  Indy: LOL. Okay then.

  Me: Are these questions the reason you didn’t know how to answer?

  Indy: Yes.

  Me: Did it turn you off?

  Indy: No. The opposite in fact.

  I groaned.

  Me: Are you wet right now?

  Indy: Yes. Are you hard?

  Me: I am now.

  Indy: Good. You should suffer as much as me.

  Me: You could touch yourself.

  Indy: So could you.

  Me: It’s not as much fun.

  Indy: Have you ever noticed there are way more sex toys for women than men?

  Me: I’ve honestly never thought about it, but I assume it has to do with the number of women who go unsatisfied. It’s not hard for a man to bring himself to orgasm.

  Indy: That’s probably it.

  Me: Does this mean you’re going to use a toy on yourself?

  I closed my eyes and pictured her pleasuring herself.

  My cock was starting to ache, which was not conducive to getting work done. I really needed to end this conversation before I lost the last ounce of motivation I had to get through the spreadsheets staring at me from my computer.

  Indy: That depends.

  Me: On what?

  I had no control. My dick and primitive brain were in charge now.

  Indy: On if you come over or not.

  Damn it all to hell.

  Me: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.

  Ten

  Indy

  I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to put on some mascara. I didn’t bother with a full face of makeup, but my eyes were going to look good when Cal came over. I also ran a brush through my hair, so it wasn’t a mess in the back from where I’d been lying on my pillow.

  Next, I went through my drawers to find a pair of cute pajamas. I wasn’t going to go full sexy because I didn’t want him to think I’d gotten dressed for him. Men already had big enough egos without women feeding into them.

  But I was not going to let him show up here with me in my shirt with a hole from where the seam had come apart in the armpit. It had been a favorite of mine since high school and so comfortable. I refused to get rid of it, and I was too lazy to sew up the rip. And my bottoms had a couple of paint stains on them from where I’d brushed against a drying wall after I painted my bedroom. Like my shirt, they were comfortable and one of my favorites but not something I wanted Cal to see me in.

  My doorbell rang about five minutes later, and I opened the door, grabbed Cal’s shirt, and pulled him inside.

  I hated to admit it, but he was the perfect man for me in the bedroom. I loved it when a man took charge, but I had no desire to be anyone’s submissive. I loved reading about BDSM, but in real life, I didn’t like being controlled. It was the same reason I’d never joined the military. I didn’t think I would have been able to keep my mouth shut when the drill instructor started yelling at me, telling me what to do.

  Cal smiled at me, kicked the door closed behind him, and threw me over his shoulder.

  I started laughing. “What are you doing?”

  “Carrying you to the bedroom.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

  “I can walk.”

  “But this is more fun.”

  When we got to my bedroom, Cal put me down on the bed. “Do you still have the box of condoms I brought over?”

  I nodded toward my nightstand. “In the top drawer.”

  “Is that where you keep your sex toys too?”

  I sat up and leaned back on my hands, eyebrows raised. “I never said I had sex toys.”

  Cal opened the drawer, pulled out the condoms, and plopped them on the nightstand. “Honey, you didn’t have to say it.”

  I bit my lip. “What are you going to do with them?”

  He laughed. “Depends on what it is, but I thought you’d figured out that I was going to use them on you.”

  I looked down at the bulge in front of his gray sweatpants. “I don’t think I need a toy when you’re packing that thing.”

  Cal laughed and sauntered over to me. I sat up straight and moved closer to him, and then he lifted my chin and kissed me.

  He cupped my face at first in an almost-tender way before he slid a hand down and over my breast. He played with my hard nipple until I was writhing on the bed. Then, he stepped back and pulled off his shirt, and I did the same with mine.

  He came back to the bed and nudged me to my back as he kissed me. His lips traveled down my neck and over my breast where he licked and sucked on my nipple. I grabbed the back of his head and scratched at his scalp with my nails.

  I was ready to get fully naked with him.

  To let him know I was all good with foreplay and ready for him to get inside me, I grabbed for his cock.

  I never wanted to be a woman who said size mattered, but I was totally impressed with his thickness and his length. It was probably more that he knew how to use his equipment, but the size didn’t hurt either.

  As soon as I touched his shaft, Cal stood up and moved away from me.

  “What are you doing?”

  He smirked. “Tell me where the toys are, Indy.”

  I stuck out my lower lip. “But I don’t need a toy. I have you.”

  He grinned. “Thanks for the ego boost. I know you don’t need it, but I want it.”

  It was silly because I was pretty adventurous in the bedroom, but the truth was, I had never used a toy with anyone but myself. And for some reason, just thinking about it made me embarrassed. It was one thing to have a guy pleasuring me while he was also getting pleasure, but it was another for him to put his sole focus on me. What if I made a stupid face or squirted all over him?

  I realized that I most likely made ridiculous expressions when a guy went down on me, but I thought the fact that he was below my belly button and I could hide my face from him made it different.

  “I’m not telling,” I said.

  Cal shook his head in disappointment and picked up his shirt from my floor.

  “What are you doing?” I cried out as he pulled his tee over his head.

  “Getting dressed.”

  “I can see that. But why?”

  “I want to play, and you don’t. It’s best I leave.”

  I studied his face. He looked serious, but I could see a tiny sparkle in his eye.

  “Please don’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I want to come.”

  He strolled over to me, kissed me deep, and pulled away. “That’s exactly what I want for you too.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Are you going to give up the goods?”r />
  “Why are you pushing this?” I whispered, genuinely curious.

  “Because I know you want to. You’re just afraid to admit it.”

  I turned away from his gaze. “What if I do something weird, like come all over you?”

  He put a finger under my chin and raised my face until I met his eyes. “Do you always squirt when you use your toys?”

  “Not always, but sometimes.”

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he said, “Then, I’m definitely not touching you until you tell me where they are. Even if I have to go home and jerk off all night.”

  I smiled and held my breath. “They’re in the bottom drawer, under where the condoms were,” I said before I lost my resolve and changed my mind.

  He laughed. “I should have known.” He knelt down and opened my bottom drawer. Right in front was my favorite vibrator. He picked it up. “What do we have here?”

  “It’s a clitoral vibrator,” I said. It was small enough to fit in my hand and had two little fingers on it to go on each side of my clit, which I really, really liked.

  He turned to me. “You like this one, don’t you?”

  I shrugged. “It’s probably my favorite.”

  He shook his head. “It’s probably your favorite? Liar. It is your favorite.” He pulled out another one that looked more like a dildo.

  “That one is okay. I don’t care for it.”

  He didn’t question me, just picked up another one.

  We went through a few more until there weren’t any more, except the one I had shoved in the back.

  “Well, well, well, what do we have here? This one is wrapped up in a towel,” he said as he pulled out my Magic Wand.

  The thing was huge. The head was the size of a tennis ball.

  Cal grinned. “The Cadillac of vibrators.”

  I shook my head. “Nope. Not going to happen. I’ve never used that one.”

  He chuckled, closed the drawer, and stood.

  My eyes opened wide. “What are you doing?”

  “Why do you have this if you’ve never used it?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Leslie bought it for me after a particularly bad breakup. She told me I would never need a man again after using it.”

  Hint, hint. I wanted him to think I might not need him if he used it on me.

  Cal threw it on the bed. “Good to know. But I’m guessing there are women everywhere who still go on to date after using this beast.”

  “Are you sure you want to risk it?”

  He laughed and grabbed the hem of my pants. “Hell yeah, I do.”

  Cal took off all his clothes, slid on a condom, and got on the bed. He pushed my legs up as he thrust inside me. After a few strokes, I had my eyes shut, and I was clutching at his legs.

  I was getting lost in the sensation of him moving inside me, floating in my body, that I didn’t even hear the Magic Wand being turned on.

  When he put it between my legs, my eyes flew open, and I instinctively tried to put my legs down.

  Cal used his free hand to keep one of my legs back, so I was open to him. “Shh … it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  It was like a jackhammer had hit my clit, and I finally understood why Leslie had bought it for me. I thought I was going to set the fastest record for coming.

  “Oh shit.”

  “That’s it, Indy, just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

  My legs began to shake, and I couldn’t control them, but I tried not to think about anything but Cal’s deep strokes inside me and the vibrations on my clit.

  A huge wave flushed across my body as my middle cramped up. I felt my vagina close around Cal’s shaft, and an almost fullness inside me exploded.

  When I couldn’t take any more, I reached toward Cal and swatted his hand away. He chuckled as he turned the vibrator off.

  I tried to open my eyes and turn my face up, but I was too weak. Cal dropped his body over my own and nuzzled my neck.

  “Am I still alive?” I asked.

  “Damn right you are. I can still feel you pulsing around me. Pretty sure dead girls don’t do that.”

  I took in his words and could feel the same thing now that I was paying attention to it.

  “Did I squirt?” I asked.

  “Damn right you did. It was the best thing I’ve ever seen. I think every woman needs one of those things.”

  I opened my eyes and turned to face him. “And a man who knows how to use it on her,” I added.

  “Damn right,” he said.

  Eleven

  Indy

  Wednesday morning, I woke up to an empty bed with a note on my nightstand.

  Left early to change for work. See you there.

  Cal

  P.S. No playing with the Magic Wand without me.

  I smiled and rolled over. Even though it was hump day, I felt too good to be bummed about going to work.

  I hadn’t told Leslie that Cal had come over again last night, so I did my best to act normal when I got to work in the morning. I wasn’t going to keep it from her, but I was going to wait until we could go to lunch.

  “You’re being weird today,” Leslie said as we took our morning break.

  I frowned. “I am?” I didn’t think I had done anything unusual.

  “Uh, yeah. Patrick came over and yelled at us this morning, and you just shrugged your shoulders at him and said, ‘Okay.’ ”

  I lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t feel like arguing with him again. We’ll get it done by Friday. He’ll just have to wait.”

  Truth was, I was in a good mood and didn’t want Patrick to ruin it.

  “But you love arguing with Patrick.”

  “No, I don’t. You like arguing with him.”

  Leslie smiled. “Okay, maybe. But it’s usually when I’m feeling sexually frus—” She gasped.

  My eyes widened. “Shh,” I said.

  We weren’t alone in the break room, and our coworker Stu was sitting in the corner, but I wasn’t taking any chances that he might hear us.

  “Were you going to tell me?” she said in an almost whisper.

  “Of course I was. I was waiting until lunch.”

  “Whew. You’re forgiven,” she joked.

  We both laughed when Cal walked into the break room and headed for the coffeemaker.

  “Hello, ladies,” he said to Leslie and me. “Hello, Stu,” he said to the only other person in the room.

  “Hello, Cal,” Leslie said a little too seductively.

  I kicked her under the table.

  The corner of Cal’s mouth went up, but he basically ignored Leslie’s comment.

  Meanwhile, I shot dagger eyes at my friend. I loved her, but sometimes, she liked to make waves where none needed to be made.

  Leslie grinned at me and turned in her seat. “So, Cal, how is Minnesota treating you?”

  Cal poured his coffee, turned around, and took a sip. “Good. I have to get used to being around my family again.” He lifted his brow. “They can be a little much sometimes.”

  “Oh?” I asked. I was curious about the new boss and my sex partner.

  “Yeah. My parents invited me over for dinner last evening but didn’t tell me that my brother and sister were coming with their spouses and kids. I was worn out by the end of the night.” He took another drink and smiled behind his cup. “It’s a good thing I found some energy after I got home because there were a couple of other things I needed to take care of last night.”

  I had taken a drink of my Diet Pepsi at the same time he said the last sentence and swallowed my pop wrong. I started coughing and couldn’t stop.

  My new boss was evil.

  Leslie smirked across from me.

  She wasn’t much better.

  “Are you okay?” Leslie asked.

  I held up a hand. “I’ll … I’ll survive.”

  “Mr. Callan,” Keith said from the doorway.

  “Yes?”

  Keith looked down at his tablet.
“I confirmed your flight for tomorrow at six fifteen in the morning. You’ll need to get to the airport by four thirty, so you can make it through security.”

  Cal held up his hand. “Yes, I know the two-hour rule.”

  That was especially true with our Minneapolis–St. Paul airport. I really liked our airport as far as cleanliness, restaurants, and shops, but the security lines were brutal.

  “But I have TSA PreCheck status,” Cal finished.

  I didn’t know why I was surprised. Maybe because the guy who’d come to my house was in sweats and a T-shirt and his hair had been finger-combed.

  The guy in front of me was dressed in nice slacks and a dress shirt, and every hair was in place. This was the guy who had precheck status.

  Keith wasn’t impressed though. “You should still be there by five a.m.”

  Cal nodded and smiled politely. “Will do.”

  Leslie turned in her seat again. “So, where are you going?”

  I was so glad she’d asked because I was dying to know, but I felt like it was overstepping if I asked because we’d slept with each other. I didn’t want him to think I was getting attached to him. I didn’t know if he was one of those guys who thought women couldn’t have sex without falling in love.

  News flash: Us women totally could.

  Cal sighed. “I’m flying to New York to take care of a few things before I move away completely. Then, on Sunday, I’m flying to Chicago for a week. The board wants me there for some training.”

  “What are we going to do without a boss?” I joked.

  Cal pulled out his cell phone and looked at the screen. “The Chicago office is sending a replacement while I’m there.”

  “I wasn’t serious,” I said. “We can survive without you.”

  He smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I have to take this.” He headed for the door. “This is Callan,” he said, answering his phone.

  Stu got up right behind him, threw his trash away, and left with a quick goodbye.

  “This sucks,” Leslie said. “We just got a new boss, and now, they’re going to take him away and send another new person.”

  I nodded my head in agreement.