Lexi is back after a hiatus. I've changed the story to first person present tense POV because it felt more natural. Please let me know if you think it's an improvement.
This series has or will have themes of dubious consent, gaslighting, manipulation, food control, so be forewarned. I'm not yet sure how dark it will go, but I'm definitely a dark fantasy girly. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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I wake up later than usual, relieved not to have any early meetings. My head throbs and my body feels heavy, almost as if I had a hungover. I didn't think it was from the drinks, there weren't that many. It feels more like a combination of regret and release from the orgasm Gideon forced me to watch.
At 7:30am, my phone buzzes. It's Gideon. I vaguely remember he said he would call. Despite hating talking on the phone with anyone outside my family, I answer, my voice still groggy.
"Hello?" I rasp, not knowing what to expect from him.
"Good morning Lexi. I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you were last night. Especially as you squirted all over my floor."
Oh god, I probably left a puddle on his floor. I briefly wonder if it would have been polite to clean it before I left. I say instead, "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that."
"Never apologize for how you enjoy my touch. Your body was my instrument, my toy, and it did exactly what it should do when touched just right. Did you enjoy the show, Lexi?"
Images of my own reflection flash through my mind. My nakedness. Gideon's clothed arms wrapped around me, touching everything. The red flush on my chest and cheeks. The sound of my pussy as he fingered me. My eyes hooded in lust. The feeling of being exposed, of being a slut for Gideon and for myself. The embarrassment of acting that way the morning after. There were too many conflicting feelings for me to sort out.
I laugh nervously. "It was intense."
"Don't be embarrassed. You made me proud."
Proud? That's a funny way to put it. Why would acting like an unhinged slut make anyone proud? Why should I want to make him proud? It didn't make sense, but it wasn't unappealing either.
"Good girl," he adds.
I've only ever heard those words used towards dogs and children, and I am neither. I'm a grown independent woman. But they still make something in my chest purr warmly.
Gideon continues before I could figure out how to respond.
"You got so wet while undressing for me, didn't you? You liked me watching you."
A quiet "Mmmm" of agreement escapes my lips before I could stop it.
"I bet your pussy is still wet for me this morning. Check for me, Lexi."
I have never had phone sex before but I recognize where this is going. Without giving myself any chance to think about it, I sleepily move my right hand between my legs. I slide one finger into my slit and find it still soaking. Enjoying the feeling, I lazily continue to tease myself.
"Well," Gideon snaps impatiently. "Is it still a mess?"
"Mmmm," is all I dare to say.
"Are you touching your needy little pussy now, Lexi?"
"Mmmm."
"Think about what I'm going to do to you next time. What do you want me touch? To lick? To fuck? You've only seen what my fingers can do. Imagine what else I can do to you. What I can make you feel."
As Gideon speaks, I circle my clit with my finger. This is how I most often masturbate. It is familiar and efficient and I can always make myself climax. And isn't going to take much that morning, with Gideon's baritone voice talking dirty to me.
"I want to hear you cum, Lexi."
"My name is Alexandra" I burst out, while still rubbing my slick clit.
Gideon chuckles, clearly amused. "Alexandra doesn't cum on street corners or watch herself squirt all over a stranger's floor. Alexandra certainly doesn't make herself cum on the phone on command. Lexi does though. And you do want to cum so badly don't you, Lexi?"
I whisper "yes please".
In a self satisfied tone, he says "then make yourself cum for me, Lexi."
I was trying to be quiet before, but now I was making sure he could hear how I felt. It was less of a performance and more like letting down my guard. My breaths become loud and heady, turning into moans as I increase the stimulation to my clit.
I think about Gideon on the phone, listening to me, as I touch myself. I think about him calling me Lexi even though I told him not to. Somehow, I like that he does it anyway. I imagine being Lexi - that carefree pleasure seeking girl exploring all sorts of wild things with Gideon. Maybe I can be like that with him - his Lexi. Maybe even continue making him proud.
As if he can read my thoughts, he says firmly "cum, Lexi, now."
I start furiously rubbing my clit, knowing it would be enough to push me over the edge. A few seconds later, I start whispering "I'm gonna cum" over and over again, with each iteration more desperate than the last. Then suddenly I can't speak anymore, I can't breathe. I groan in pleasure as a jolt of electricity spreads from my sex to every inch of my body, curling my toes.
"Good girl, Lexi. You please me." A girly squeak of pleasure escapes my lips. It is somehow more embarrassing than the fact that I just came for him.
