Clara began off her Friday evening as she began off all Friday evenings: flirting online with complete strangers.
There was just something about it that thrilled her. From the first hesitant messages, discovering if there was a spark, the witty banter back and forth, slowly devolving into something more sensual, as her fingers flew across her phone’s small screen. She never went further than words, keeping a safe virtual distance.
That particular Friday evening, a user by the name of *just_gray89* responded to her post. He checked all of her boxes: friendly, good grammar, witty to a fault. Most importantly, he was dominant without being aggressive, seemingly knowing what she wanted before she did.
Clara had settled into her bed, her fingers idly rubbing her slit over her panties – she was already wet, absurdly so. She had just confessed that she was touching herself because of him, to which he had responded with a rather amusing series of emojis, followed by a typed response:
*I’d love to hear you as you touch yourself, sweetheart.*
Clara’s heart leapt into her throat. Quickly, she responded, *I told you, I don’t do video. :(*
She sighed as she waited for him to respond, staring at her bedroom ceiling, arousal starting to evaporate. Hopefully he wasn’t another one of those assholes who got mad when he realized she actually meant ‘no video’, and blocked her, leaving her turned on and aching. She knew he was too good to be true. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced down.
*I know! Just your voice, sweetheart. I can call you?*
She frowned – this was new to her. Clara hadn’t considered it. Just her voice? So, he’d just hear her and she could hear him? In her experience, a guy wouldn’t be satisfied with that – he’d keep pushing her and pushing her for video until she had to block him.
But she *liked* him. Gray – as he had called himself. She really liked him.
*We can try it, I guess.*
He responded quickly. *You’ll like it. I promise.*
Clara wasn’t sure, biting her lip as she sent him her username on a different app, one that had voice calls. It only took a few seconds.
Her phone buzzed, and buzzed, against her duvet. His username lit up her screen.
Clara stared at it, wide-eyed.
The call ended, and her phone buzzed a moment later.
*You nervous, sweetheart?*
She took her time to respond, writing and deleting multiple messages. *Yeah*.
*How about this. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll do all the talking.*
*Okay.*
*Hey. It’s alright, sweetheart. I promised, after all.*
Clara smiled. When he rang again, this time she did pick up. Her heart pounded in her chest.
“Hey,” came the voice on the other end of the connection. It was deeper than she expected, faintly accented in a way she couldn’t place. Somehow it wasn’t exactly what she expected Gray to sound like, but it was *him*. Clara’s voice was firmly lodged in her throat, and there was a soft chuckle.
“It’s okay, like I said, you don’t have to say anything,” Gray continued. “I just want you to do what I say. Alright, sweetheart?”
She was quiet, and he laughed again. “I’m going to assume you are nodding.”
Clara fumbled with her phone and then typed quickly. *Yes!*
“Good girl,” he said.
Hearing those words for the first time out loud made her shiver, her heart skipped a beat. She could barely believe that he had actually *said* them to her. She knew in that moment she would do absolutely anything to hear him say that again.
“Now, where were we?” He said. She could hear his smile in his voice. “Oh, yeah. You were touching yourself.”
He instructed her on what to do, and she obeyed. Her fingers returned to her slit, gliding along her length – and pressing inside of her when he told her too. First one finger, and then two. She was slick and ready, so then three. With her wetness coating her fingers, he made her then circle her clit, faster and faster. Clara’s eyes flickered – her world had narrowed to her fingers and his voice.
“I can hear you breathing, sweetheart. Are you getting close?”
“Yeah,” Clara breathed, and then her breath caught – realizing he had just heard her voice for the first time.
“Good,” he said, not giving her a moment to dwell on it. “Don’t stop. You’re going to cum for me, okay, babygirl?”
Clara whimpered in response. She had never been able to orgasm on command, but her body tightened obediently in response to his command. Her fingers worked quickly between her legs, unable to stop.
“*Clara*,” Gray growled, and she nearly shattered into pieces at the sound of her name. “Cum for me.”
“I – yes,” Clara breathed, and obeyed.
Clara’s back arched against her bed as she came, moaning, as the warm waves of pleasure washed over her. It was the hardest she had come in a long time, her body tightening and releasing over and over and over. In her ear, his own breathing turned ragged, a hoarse groan ripped from his throat. The thought of his cock twitching, his thick seed spilling out… Clara shivered at the image as the aftershocks of her orgasm ricocheted through her abdomen.
There was silence for a moment longer, and then – that laugh again.
“Well, that was *something*,” he murmured, and Clara couldn’t help it and laughed too.
“Yeah… it really was,” Clara said, and then made a face at her own eloquence.
“I liked it though.”
“Me too,” Clara whispered, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks. There was another silence, longer than she would have liked, but he broke it.
“And I really like your voice, sweetheart.”
Clara smiled, knowing she was certainly blushing now. “I… thanks. I like yours too.”
“I have to go, but we should do this again,” he said. “Soon.”
Clara blinked. She had never done this more than once with strangers. That seemed too… intimate. A one-night stand becoming a relationship, which was the opposite of internet hook-ups. After he had hung up, she spent an hour staring at her ceiling until she finally drifted off. There was no way he meant what he said – she would wake up, and he will have gone *[deleted]*. No reason to get attached, just savour the nice memory and orgasm, and move on.
When she awoke the next morning, a notification blinked on her phone.
*Good morning, sweetheart*.
—–
To Clara’s surprise, it only became easier to talk to him over the following weeks. They messaged most of the day, about his day and about hers. Sent amusing viral videos and gifs of cats.
Clara lost track of how many times he brought her to orgasm with his voice and commands. Sometimes he sent porn for her to watch, which made her dizzy with anticipation, before he let her touch herself. Or he made her find videos and gifs that she liked, and send them to him. He made her beg to see his cock for the first time, edging her until she nearly cried in frustration. Only then did he send her the picture – his thick cock, the mushroom-like head glistening with pre-cum cradled in his palm. She stared at the glimpse of his wrist, his fingers, too – imagining him holding her down, doing the acts they whispered about.
She didn’t give him her address, she was smarter than that, and he agreed to ship the gift to the local post office. He refused to her what it was, even when she pouted. When the small package was on her kitchen counter in her apartment, she called him, as he had requested.
“Open it, sweetheart,” he said, and she did.
The three silicon plugs, increasing in size. Black, cool to the touch. A small bottle of lube.
Clara had confessed her fantasy to him, about a week ago. Gray had made her breathlessly describe her desire – to be taken *there*. To feel the warm press of a lubed cock pressing inside of her. The trust and the submission that act required.
“I thought you might like these,” he said in her ear, reading her stunned silence as clearly as one of her messages. Gray could do that now, read her reactions in the spaces between her words.
“I…” Clara tried to begin, and failed. He laughed.
“You’re going to put the smallest one in tonight, sweetheart,” Gray said, his voice low in the tone that she knew very well.
“Tonight?” Clara said quickly.
“Tonight,” he responded sharply, and she knew he wouldn’t tolerate any other discussion about it.
It was nearly an hour later when he declared she was ready. He had nearly driven her mad, ordering her to touch herself but not letting her orgasm, making her beg. Clara knew from the tension in his words that he was aching too, but holding himself back. Savouring every moment as he broke her down, finding their familiar rhythm.
Gray instructed her in how to coat the small shape in lube, ensuring it thoroughly covered the widest part. He had her on her knees, bent over, reaching behind herself. She gasped at the coolness of the lube against her puckered hole.
“Now, Clara,” he said, and she obeyed.
It ached, hurt. She whimpered, screwing her eyes shut.
“Let your body push it out, sweetheart,” Gray said, focused on her alone. “Then push it back in. You can do this, you *can*. For me, Clara.”
Her body fought against the intrusion, so she let it push the plug out and then – gripped the base of it, pressed it forward – it slipped past her entrance, the widest part stretching her open and then settling inside of her. She gasped, and she didn’t even have to tell him – he knew.
“Good girl,” Gray murmured. “Now don’t move, just – adjust to it. Relax.”
She tried, but each breath she drew made her aware of the shape, of how she had surrendered to him. How, even through a phone call, she trusted him enough to do this.
And she made a decision.
“I… I want to show you,” Clara whispered, once she could move without whimpering.
“Oh,” he said. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
Later, she would realize that is when she began to love him, for that question. He knew she was intoxicatingly aroused, she would do anything he asked at that moment, but he wanted her to be *sure*. That it was *her* decision.
“Yes,” she said.
It took her a minute to get the angle right in her mirror, to capture the flattering curve of her rear while offering a glimpse of the rear of the plug – nestled between her cheeks.
“Holy *fuck*,” Gray gasped when she sent the photo, and she laughed. It was the first time he sounded taken aback, out of control, since they had started this. “Fuck – baby girl, I mean – I had imagined you were but – damn, I mean – you’re absolutely *stunning*, sweetheart.”
She blushed, not used to flattery. “And that’s just my butt.”
“It’s an absolutely perfect butt, is what it is,” he declared, so convicted that she laughed again. When she did her stomach tightened, and she felt the shape of the plug inside of her, and groaned.
“Oh – we were in the middle of something. Did you want to get back to that, sweetheart?” Gray said, the smile in his words, and Clara whimpered.
Afterwards, when her body had stopped quaking and he had cleaned himself up, he told her his real name. The plug was still firmly inside of her, and he made her laugh as she tried to remove it, struggling with the awkward task.
He waited until she had fallen asleep to hang up, the noise of her quiet breathing drifting through the connection, so she didn’t hear him tell her he loved her for the first time.
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