Icebound Desire

Chapter 7: Midnight Voice Note

It was almost 1:30 AM. Anamika was still lying on her bed, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat even though the AC was on full. The dirty messages from Siddharth had left her completely restless. Her p***y was still throbbing from the last orgasm. She had just cleaned herself when her phone started ringing.

Incoming Video Call — Siddharth

Her heart jumped. She stared at the screen for almost ten seconds before picking up. The call connected.

Siddharth’s face appeared. He was lying on his bed shirtless, the camera showing his broad chest and tattoos. His eyes looked dark and hungry.

“Finally,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Switch on your camera, Anamika. I want to see you.”

Anamika hesitated. “Sid… I don’t think I can do video. This is too much. I’m not ready for this…”

Siddharth smirked. “Not ready? Baby, your p***y has been dripping for me since the locker room. Turn on the camera. Let me see that pretty face… and that body I’ve been dreaming about.”

Anamika bit her lip hard. Her fingers trembled as she turned on her camera. The light in her room was dim. She was only wearing a loose t-shirt, no bra, and fresh panties.

“f**k… you look so innocent and horny at the same time,” Siddharth growled. “Lift your t-shirt a little. Show me those tits.”

Anamika shook her head, cheeks burning. “No Sid… please. Someone might hear or something. I’m shy…”

“Shy?” Siddharth chuckled darkly. He moved his phone lower and showed her his hard c**k. It was thick, long, and standing straight up. He slowly stroked it once. “Look at this, baby. This is what you do to me. My c**k is throbbing for your tight little p***y. Don’t you want to see what you’ll be taking soon?”

Anamika’s eyes widened. She couldn’t look away. Her mouth went dry but her p***y got wetter.

“Touch yourself for me,” Siddharth commanded softly. “Pull your panties to the side and show me that wet p***y. Be a good girl.”

Anamika whispered, “Sid… I’m not ready for all this… it feels so wrong…”

“Wrong feels so f*****g good, doesn’t it?” he said, stroking himself slowly. “Just one finger, baby. Lick it first… make it wet with your tongue… then slide it inside that tight hole while looking at my c**k. Do it for me, Anamika. I know you want to.”

Anamika’s resistance was melting. She slowly licked her middle finger, making it shiny with saliva, her eyes fixed on his thick d**k on the screen.

“Good girl…” Siddharth praised. “Now spread your legs wider and push it in. Tell me how it feels.”

She pulled her panties aside, exposing her glistening p***y to the camera. She pushed her wet finger inside slowly and moaned softly.

“Ahh… Sid… it’s so wet…”

“f**k yes,” Siddharth groaned, stroking faster. “Add another finger. f**k yourself like I would f**k you. Imagine my thick c**k stretching you open instead of your fingers.”

Anamika added a second finger and started moving them in and out. Wet sounds were clearly audible. Her breathing became heavy moans.

“Sid… it feels so good… but I’m scared…”

“Don’t be scared, baby,” he said in a soothing but dirty voice. “You’re doing so well. Look how hard my c**k is for you. One day soon I’m going to bury it so deep inside you that you’ll forget your own name. Rub your c**t with your other hand. Faster.”

Anamika obeyed. Her moans grew louder as she fingered herself on video call while watching him stroke his c**k.

“Say my name louder when you c*m,” Siddharth ordered. “I want to hear ‘Siddharth I’m cumming’ while your p***y squeezes your fingers.”

Anamika’s hips were bucking against her hand. The pleasure was too much. “Sid… Siddharth… I’m going to c*m… ahhh f**k!”

She came hard, her body shaking, moaning his name again and again. Siddharth also groaned loudly and came at the same time, thick ropes of c*m shooting over his abs.

For a few seconds both stayed silent, breathing heavily.

Siddharth smiled lazily at the camera. “That was just the beginning, Anamika. Next time I want you completely naked on video. And soon… I’m going to taste that sweet p***y in real life.”

Anamika quickly covered herself, feeling embarrassed but satisfied. “Sid… you’re dangerous…”

He laughed. “And you love it, baby. Sleep well with your wet p***y. Dream about my cock.”

He ended the call.

Anamika lay there staring at the ceiling, her body still tingling. She knew she was getting addicted.