Page 18 of Right Number, Wrong Man

HAILEY

“I’m fine. M-my period cramps are just especially bad this month,” I bite out, trying to ignore the earthquake of pleasure in my ass.

“You need a tampon or something? Some painkillers?” the woman asks.

She bought that lame excuse? Maybe there’s hope yet for my career as a super spy.

I give a forced laugh, the vibrations making lights dance in my vision. “N-no, thanks. I’m good.”

“Alright,” the woman says. Her steps recede before she continues the conversation with her friend.

The rumble in my ass kicks up and I throw my head back, biting my tongue to stop a moan from slipping out.

My phone buzzes.

Jax

How does that feel?

Me

You almost got me caught!

Jax

Don’t you want that orgasm you’re craving?

Me

You’re really good at asking stupid questions, you son of a bitch!!!!

Jax

What am I gonna do with you and your attitude problem?

Me

You’d have an attitude too if you had to spend five minutes with your own smug comments and overblown ego while a rocket-powered vibrator buzzes in your ass.

You’re insufferable.

Jax

You just can’t help pushing me, can you? I’ll show you what happens when a little brat like you plays dangerous games with a cruel man like me.

You’re gonna walk back to your car now. If you can make it there without coming or being found out, I’ll let you have an orgasm.

Stomping my foot, I toss my bag over my shoulder and yank down my skirt before I unlock the door, stumbling out. The two women by the sink raise their brows at me, but I smile as I wobble to wash my hands. Plug in ass or not, I don’t want them to think I’m a disgusting slob.

As I leave the bathroom, I clutch my phone and a notification pops up.

Jax

I wonder how much more I can turn this thing up. What do you think, Sugar? Better hurry…

The vibrations intensify again. I waddle toward the exit with my heart in my throat and my thighs clenching. A family standing in line gives me weird looks—probably on account of my bright red face and my penguin walk—but no one says anything.

I’m right outside the building when the vibrations get stronger again and I curse the invention of remote-controlled sex toys.

A trickle of sweat runs into the collar of my dress as I struggle to stay upright. Hopefully people will think I’m drunk, not so turned on I’m about to pass out. My whole body thrums with desire in a way I didn’t think was possible. It reverberates through every nerve, making my skin tingle.

I spot my car on the other side of the street. Almost there. I don’t know how he does it, but I swear Jax can sense my nearing triumph when the vibrations turn up. My clit feels like it’s going to explode.

This better be the max setting because I can’t take much more.

As I wait at the crosswalk, I hammer out a message, trying to focus on my rage.

Me

I’m going to kill you.

Jax

Would love to see you try, Sugar. I’m taller and stronger than you. If you come at me, you’ll be tied up and lying across my lap with a tanned hide faster than you can say brat .

With tears in my eyes and a fucking jumbo jet in my ass, I run across the road. My hands shake so badly I drop the car fob when I take it out of my bag, but finally, I hop into the driver’s seat and slam the door shut.

Jax isn’t here and he can’t stop me from giving myself what I need. So why am I still playing along?

I take a picture of my middle finger in front of the windshield and send it to him.

Me

I’m in the car and I didn’t finish. Now hold up your part of the deal!

Jax

You’re allowed to come, but on one condition: You gotta say my name when you orgasm. I want video proof, of course.

I howl in frustration as I batter the steering wheel. Stupid, sexy, smug bastard! Endless curses leave my lips while I clip the phone into the suction holder and start recording.

I flip up my skirt, crouch on the seat, and press three fingers into my cunt. My mouth falls open with a moan. God, the stretch feels extra good with the plug in my ass.

“You want me to say your name while I come? Then you’ll have your stupid wish!” I say to the camera.

I fuck myself faster, letting out the noises I held back in the bus station bathroom. At this point, I don’t care if people outside can hear me or see the car rock. All I can think about is relief. And rage.

“You’re a dead… dead man walking, Jax…” I groan and push the base of my palm against my clit. “If you ever show your face around me, I’ll stab you, you sadistic piece of shit! ”

The pressure within me builds and the pleasure in my core takes on a sharp, painful edge.

“You see these fingers in my pussy? Take a good, long look because they’ll be around your throat when I kill you, Jax!”

The most intense orgasm of my life rips through me and I sink deeper into the seat, drowning in waves of ecstasy. When I come to my senses, it’s like someone plucked all the bones from my body and— Oh God, the toy is still vibrating.

Too much! Too much ! Abort mission!

I shiver as I remove the plug from my ass, find the off switch, and drop it on the passenger seat. It’s strange to be without it now. So empty.

For good measure, I give the camera the middle finger again. “Hope you liked hearing your name from my lips, dipshit. Here’s one more for free: fuck you, Jackson!” I shout and end the recording.

I still send it, though. That was the deal, after all.

I’m mad at him right now, but I know that’ll fade. Mostly because this was the most exciting experience I’ve ever had. I’m hooked on the thrill. And as much as it frustrated and terrified me, now I’m sure that Jax is the kind of man I’ve been looking for.

Somebody to push my boundaries without disrespecting me.

A notification lights up my phone.

Jax

I love seeing you mad with lust and wild with need, my name falling from your lips while you come. What do you say because I allowed you to have an orgasm?

Me

Thank you, Daddy.

Jax

You’re a quick learner. We’re gonna make a proper submissive out of you yet, my little brat.

My heart swells from his praise. I haven’t heard his voice, but I can imagine it while I read, smooth and slick as oil with a thick drawl.

Ugh, that reminds me of Colt. Not that idiot again!

Why couldn’t my long-distance Dom come from anywhere else? It just had to be Texas to spite me.

Jax

Rest for a moment and then drive home. When you get there, I want you to order some takeout with the money I sent. All the things you like the most. I’d wine and dine you myself, but since I can’t, this is the next best thing.

Daddy needs his pretty girl to be happy and healthy.

I run a hand through my sweat-damp hair. Does he have to be so cute now? That makes it really hard to stay mad, but I resolve to hate him for at least another five minutes.

Well, maybe two.