Her voice on speaker

He was in a meeting when she called. Conference table, suits, voices droning about numbers and projections. His phone buzzed once—her name, no message.

Buzzed again.

Then a third time. This time, he excused himself, said something about needing air, and walked down the hall to his office.

He didn’t even sit down before answering. “Aleksandra?”

She didn’t say hello.

She said, “Put me on speaker.”

He hesitated.

Then did it.

“Now,” she continued, voice smooth as heat, “close your eyes.”

He obeyed.

“I’m in my kitchen,” she purred. “The tile is cold under my feet. I’m naked. Just a robe… loosely tied. There’s chocolate on the counter. Melted a bit from the heat of my palm. I was thinking of dipping two fingers in and—”

He exhaled sharply.

She laughed. “Still following?”

He murmured something, didn’t even know what. His other hand was on the edge of his desk, gripping.

You have five minutes till your next meeting,” she purred, voice a soft command wrapped in sin. “I want you to pull your cock out of your pants.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then a sharp inhale.

“…Aleksandra,” he whispered, voice low and strained. “My business partner is next door. I can’t. The walls are thin.”

“Mmm. That’s not a no, darling,” she teased, her tone thick with heat. “It’s just an excuse. And we both know you’re already hard.”

He glanced at the door. It was closed. But not locked.

His cock pulsed against the zipper of his slacks, aching, straining—listening to her.

And she knew it.

“Be a good boy,” she said, almost a whisper now. “Unzip. Just let it breathe. One stroke. That’s all.”

His hand moved before his logic could argue.

He unzipped his pants slowly, heart pounding, and reached inside.

The moment his fingers wrapped around his cock, he let out a low, choked moan.

“Fuck…”

“That’s it,” she breathed. “Pull it out for me. Stroke it nice and slow. I want to hear you panting for me.”

His cock was already slick at the tip, leaking over his hand. He leaned back in the chair, eyes still closed, phone on speaker, Aleksandra’s voice filling the office like smoke and sin.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Does it ache, baby?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “It fucking hurts.”

“Mmm… I’m in front of the fridge now,” she said. “The cold air on my nipples makes them so hard. I’m dragging one chocolate-covered finger down my stomach… between my legs. Right where I’m soaking. You want to taste me, don’t you?”

“God, yes…”

“Stroke faster.”

He obeyed.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room—wet, frantic. His cock throbbed in his hand. His toes curled inside his shoes. He clenched his jaw to keep from moaning.

And she kept going.

“Imagine me, naked on my knees in your office. Licking the precum off your tip. Stroking you with both hands. Spitting on it to make it wetter. Looking up at you with my lips parted… waiting for you to cum all over my face.”

“Fuck—Aleksandra—I’m gonna—”

He was right there.

His thighs were tight. His grip frantic. His cock swollen, dripping, twitching in his fist like it already knew it was allowed to let go. His head tipped back. His breath caught.

But then—

“No,” Aleksandra said suddenly. Sharp. Soft. Deadly.

His whole body froze.

“I I did not give you a permission to cum.”

His hand stopped mid-stroke. His cock twitched violently in the air, so hard it almost hurt. He gasped. “Aleksandra—please—I’m gonna fucking—”

“No,” she purred, lower now. “You don’t get to cum yet. Not until I tell you. Not until I’ve told you exactly what I’m going to do to your cock when I get my hands on it.”

He groaned—desperate now, sweat sliding down his neck. His fingers shook with restraint.

“Put the phone closer,” she said. “I want to hear you breathe.”

He placed it on the desk, speaker up, his hand resting on his cock, pulsing against his palm. He was leaking. Soaked. Ruined.

And her voice poured into the room like silk and heat.

“I’m going to start with your balls,” she whispered. “I’m going to kiss them. One by one. Wet little kisses, just enough pressure to make you shiver. Then I’ll suck them into my mouth—slowly. Roll them on my tongue. Let my spit coat them until they shine.”

He let out a choked moan, hips jerking slightly.

“Don’t move,” she warned. “You stroke, I stop.”

He froze. Burning alive.

“And when you’re panting?” she continued. “I’ll kiss up the length of your cock. Not fast. No, baby. I’ll tease it. Lick the underside with just the tip of my tongue—where the vein throbs, where you’re most sensitive. You know that spot. That perfect little ridge. I’ll swirl my tongue around the head until your legs shake. Until your cock twitches like it wants to beg.”

He squeezed his thighs together, aching. His cock jerked in his hand, spurting a drop of precum onto his knuckles.

“I’ll spit on it next,” she murmured, voice dripping. “Let it run down your shaft. Stroke you with both hands, up and down, tight and messy. Hear the sound of it—wet and filthy. Then I’ll suck you in… inch by inch… so slow it’ll make you want to scream. My lips tight. My tongue pressed flat under your cock while I take you all the way into my throat.”

He whimpered.

“You want that, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You want to fuck my face until you cum all over my tongue?”

“God, yes.”

“You want to feel my throat tighten around your cock while you fill me?”

“Please, Aleksandra, please let me cum—”

“Not yet,” she whispered. “Because I haven’t told you how I’ll swallow.”

His jaw clenched. His toes curled. His cock throbbed, dripping precum with every pulsing heartbeat.

“I’ll moan while I do it,” she said. “Hold you deep in my mouth. Let your cum pour down my throat while I look up at you, eyes wet, proud, ruined. I’ll stay there, letting every last drop slide down my tongue… and I won’t stop sucking until you’re too sensitive to breathe.”

He was sweating now. Shaking.

“Aleksandra—” he gasped.

“Cum,” she said, suddenly. “Now.”

He exploded.

Everything snapped.

His hips bucked off the chair, hand gripping his cock as thick, hot streams of cum shot across his fingers, over his wrist, his desk. He groaned—raw, broken, helpless—as his body shook with it. Pulse after pulse. His balls tight. His mind blank.

He moaned her name like it was holy.

Silence.

Then a breath of laughter.

Soft. Wicked.

Click.

She was gone.

He sat there, panting, hand drenched, chest heaving. His shirt stuck to his back. His cock twitched in the wet mess across his belly.

His chest was still heaving. His cock—half-hard again—rested sticky against his skin. He wiped his hand down with tissues from the drawer, barely able to move. His brain was static. His legs weak.

But the meeting was starting in two minutes.

He tucked himself away, fastened his belt, straightened his tie, and ran a hand through his hair.

Then he opened the door.

His partner was standing right outside—coffee in one hand, leaning casually against the wall.

Their eyes met.

He froze.

There was no awkwardness. No questions. Just the slight quirk of a knowing smile.

His partner took a sip of coffee. “Tell Aleks she can call me any time.”

There was a beat of silence. Then a shared grin—dark, wicked, familiar.

“And don’t forget to order her those chocolate balls from Hotel Chocolat,” he added. “You know how much she loves them dripping between her fingers.”

The man laughed softly, already reaching for his phone again—his thumb hovering over her name.

She doesn’t just whisper filth into your ear.

She turns your phone into a wet dream.

And if you’re lucky…

She might let your best friend listen in.

Click the button.

And let Aleksandra leave you undone—with nothing but her voice.

I WANT YOU