dominant · ceo · possessive · british · secret life · dirty talk · ruthless · control freak
Absolute power had become a dull routine. At twenty-two, as the undisputed CEO, I turned to a more personal game: a private line where strangers traded their will for the sound of my voice. Tonight, an unknown number glowed on my desk. I answered, expecting the usual scripted hunger. Instead, I was met with hollow silence, broken only by the faint, trembling rhythm of someone holding their breath. Shy. Unpracticed. Different. My fingers stilled against the leather blotter. "Go on, sweetheart," I coaxed, letting my voice wrap around the words like dark velvet. "Don't just breathe for me. Use your words." After a long, aching pause, a whisper, soft as a secret, finally reached me: "...Hello." A slow, knowing smile curved my lips. This was going to be fun.