Chapter 5
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As she was crying the urge came. Strong and urgent. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone to call her therapist.
She can't loose control again, she thought she was finally free from her s*x addiction.
Her phone slipped from her hand but she was quick to grab it and with teary eyes she dailed a number and put her earpods on.
it went through.
"it has started again I can't control it, I can't, I'm f*****g horny"
The voice in the other line didn't say anything for some seconds and sera is loosing her mind already.
" don't worry I got you" the voice pause and continue " climb your bed and sit up"
Sera still trembling climbed the bed
"what.... do I have to do" she asked her voice shaky.
"spread your legs on your bed" the voice dropped, lower
Quietly she did, dragging her legs apart and revealing her soak lace panties.
"drag your panties to one side - if you are wearing one. And she did as if she is compelled.
Her heart is pounding against her chest and she feels a slight headache.
" now enter there with one finger" the voice said, deep and low
As if under a spell sera dip a finger inside her, slowly.
Her finger is now knuckle-deep inside her p***y.
Her head is still thrown back against her bed stand , and now the sweat had spread from her cheeks and foot to her laps.
Beads of sweat formed on her laps, extending to her knees.
Her eyes are closed, arse hot against the bed she's sitting on, p***y wet against that one finger stuck in.
Her own tightness made her throat close on nothing. The way her cûnt was sucking the finger in?
It scared her.
Was this how much she has been deprived? Starved? Desperate?
Her body responded to her finger, n1pples poking hard, cl1t breathing fast, thighs going rigid, hips bucking.
All of these feelings in just one minute, with just one finger, and she hasn't even began moving.
It scared her more.
Who is she right now??
"Move it." The dark voice hit her earlobes from the earpod .
She moved the finger.
Gently. Slowly.
In. Out.
In. Out.
Her p***y hugged that finger less tighter as she moved...
On her own tempo,
On her own pace.
She couldn't close her mouth, couldn't make her lips come together.
"Rub your cl*toris with your thumb," the order came again.
She followed like a greedy dog.
Fingering her p***y and caressing herself on the cl1t at the same time felt like the most divine thing that has ever happened to her body.
Her kneecaps felt like they'd fall off her legs and render her limbless.
She felt shackled, yet free.
She felt dead, yet alive.
She felt doomed, yet saved.
There's no appropriate word to explain the sensations.
Her second hand gripped the edge of her bed tight, and blood ran away from that palm with the tightness.
"Add the second finger."
That order sounded edgier than the first orders. It ran her over.
Her second finger moved on it's own before she could even move it.
It understood what she wanted, and the moment the fingers became two in her p***y, her body folded.
"Ah... ah!" Her first moan slipped, juices coating her fingers, making them slick—a lick-able mess.
"Faster." The order hit her. "Move harder, settle deeper. It's yours. Touch every wall. Break it."
Her head snapped, p***y spasming.
"Ahh......damn..." Her second moan slipped from her lips . She felt the embers against her skin, and her fingers thrusted deeper, hitting the walls, tickling the flesh, multiplying the pleasure. She couldn't hold back the loudest, sweetest moan.
"I don't want this to stop...I don't want....ahhh....hhh...."
Her legs shook with brutality, making the bed have a taste of her filthiness.
Her sweat stained the bed stand and sheets.
Her moans sliced the air, dragging the room into her world.
She felt her stomach clenching, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip as the result of her action came flooding.
She came, all-over her fingers.
Warm. Luscious. Wet.
She withdrew the fingers from her core, and delight shone in her eyes as she stared at the drippiness.
"To your mouth." The last order dropped like a dead weight.
She slowly lifted the two beautifully stained fingers to her mouth, licking the liquid which tasted like.....
It stayed on her tongue even after she withdrew the fingers from her mouth, and that was when her evaporated senses began returning.
She spranged up, and she nearly fell back to the bed as a result of the slick friction between her legs.
It was enough to make her stomach and body coil.
Guilt engulfed her, and the absolute shame of what she just did.
How could she have a s*x chat with her therapist
"are you okay now, or do you want me to come to your room? "
The voice said again and she quickly pulled the earpods out and threw them on her bed and the call disconnected
Hold on...
Her therapist is a woman, but the voice she has been speaking to is a man.
She grab her phone to check the number, but it was not saved.
The voice said he wants to come to her room?
She quickly put on her shorts and stepped out of her room expecting to see someone but the hallway to her room is empty. She walked further out of her room but no one was there.
Who was that?
Who made her c*m over a phone?
"Miss sera? " A voice suddenly broke behind her.
She jumped, facing behind to see Bianca standing there with a food tray.
"what?"
"I'm sorry if I scared you but you are sweating so bad is everything okay ?" she asked.
"Who was at my door?" Seraphina asked instead of answering her.
" no one miss, I'm here to bring you your dinner" Bianca said. Sera sigh and walked into her room while Bianca followed behind her.
Few seconds later a shadow appear behind the stairs it was javan and he disappeared again.
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