Icebound Desire

Chapter 3: Late Night Message

The bus finally reached the hotel at 11:30 PM. Everyone was tired after the long journey. Anamika got down with her bag and camera equipment, trying to act normal. But her body was still on fire from the bus ride. Siddharth’s hand on her thigh, his hot breath near her ear, and those dirty whispers kept playing in her head again and again.

The team manager gave everyone their room keys. Anamika’s room was on the 5th floor. As she waited for the elevator, Siddharth came and stood right behind her. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel his tall, strong body close to her back. The elevator door opened and they both stepped in. For a few seconds they were alone inside.

Siddharth looked at her in the mirror wall of the elevator. His eyes were dark and hungry.

“You okay, Anamika?” he asked in a low voice, but his tone said something completely different.

She nodded quickly without looking at him. “Yes… just tired.”

The elevator stopped at her floor. As she stepped out, Siddharth held the door and whispered, “Don’t forget what I told you on the bus. I’m waiting for that voice note tonight.”

Anamika walked to her room fast, heart beating loudly. She locked the door behind her, dropped her bag, and sat on the bed. Her mind was a mess.

“Why is he doing this to me?” she thought. “I should block him… but why does my body react like this every time he comes close?”

She took a long shower, letting the cold water calm her burning skin. After changing into a loose t-shirt and soft shorts, she lay down on the bed. The room was quiet. Only the AC sound was there. She picked up her phone and saw that Siddharth had already messaged her on i********:.

Siddharth:

Reached your room? Or still thinking about how my hand felt on your thigh in the bus?

Anamika bit her lip. She knew she should ignore it, but after a few minutes she replied.

Anamika:

I’m in my room. Siddharth, we should stop this. I’m here for work only.

Siddharth:

Work? Then why were you pressing your thighs together when my hand was on your leg? Don’t lie to yourself, Anamika. Tell me… are you wet right now?

Anamika’s breath became heavier. She squeezed her legs together. She was getting wet again just reading his words. She didn’t reply. After two minutes another message came.

Siddharth:

I’m in my room too. Room 512. I just took a shower and my c**k is already hard thinking about you. Send me a voice note, baby. Just one. Touch yourself and say my name. I want to hear how sweet you sound when you’re horny.

Anamika’s hand slowly moved down her stomach. She slipped it inside her shorts. Her panties were already damp. When her fingers touched her swollen c**t, a small shiver ran through her body.

She pressed the record button with shaking hands.

She recorded a very short voice note — barely 5 seconds — “Sid…” and sent it before she could delete it.

Siddharth saw it and listened immediately. His reply came within seconds.

Siddharth:

Fuck… that’s my good girl. But that’s not enough. I want more. Put one finger inside your tight p***y right now and record again. Tell me how wet you are for me. Say “Sid, my p***y is wet for you.”

Anamika’s face was completely red. Her breathing was fast. She slowly pushed one finger inside herself. She was soaking. The wet sound was clearly audible in the quiet room. She recorded another voice note, her voice shy and breathy:

“Sid… my p***y is wet for you…”

She sent it.

Siddharth:

That’s it, baby. Listen to how wet your p***y sounds. Imagine my thick c**k instead of your finger. Tomorrow after the match I’m going to make you feel much better than this. Sleep well, Anamika… and keep that p***y wet for me.

Anamika kept her fingers moving slowly while reading his messages. Her hips started moving on their own. She was getting closer and closer. For the first time she whispered his full name softly in the dark room.

“Siddharth…”

She came hard, biting the pillow to stop herself from moaning loudly. Her legs were shaking. Even after finishing, she kept staring at her phone, waiting for his next message.