"Amelia, it's okay," he says gently. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. But exploring your sexuality is an important part of this. And what better way to start than with some self-pleasure?"

His words make sense, but it's still a bit overwhelming. I've never had phone sex before.

"Take your time to think about it," he adds. "There's no rush. We can continue talking and see where things go."

I take a deep breath and consider his offer. This is an opportunity for me to step out of my comfort zone and embrace my desires. I wanted this and he’s giving me the first chance to explore my fantasies.

"Okay," I finally say, surprised at my own boldness. "I'll give it a try."

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I hear the satisfaction in his voice.

"Good girl," he says approvingly. "Now put your phone on speaker and tell me, are you wearing any underwear?"

He’s straight to the point causing a thrill of excitement to course through my veins.

"Yes, sir," I reply breathlessly. I don't know where that came from. He hadn't asked me to call him anything different, but in this moment I just felt like it. It was my way of showing him I am at his command.

"I want you to take them off," he instructs.

My fingers tremble as I reach down and pull my knickers off, dropping them on the bed beside me.

"Now lie back and close your eyes," he continues. "Let your hand slide over your breasts and tweak one of your nipples."

I shudder a little and not because of the cool air in the room. For a moment I panic, but then I remember it is Ben on the other end of the phone and I relax.

"Move your fingers lower, Amelia." I love hearing him say my name. "Imagine that it's my hand between your thighs, teasing and pleasuring you."

A soft moan escapes my lips at his words as I do as he says, letting the image fill my mind.

"Now touch yourself," he commands gently. "Start by running your fingers along your folds, feeling how wet and ready you are for me."

I let out a shuddering breath, my fingertips gliding over my slick heat.

"That's it," he murmurs. "These are my fingers stroking your pussy, circling your clit, driving you wild with desire."

His words are like delicious torment, intensifying the sensations lighting up my body.

"Are you enjoying this, Amelia?" he asks.

"Yes, sir," I gasp.

"Darling," he purrs. "Now focus on your clit. Rub it in slow circles, increasing the pressure with each stroke."

I moan loudly as I follow his instructions, pleasure building within me with every touch.

"I can imagine how beautiful you look right now," he says huskily. "Lost in pleasure, all because of me."

His words send a jolt of desire straight to my core, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Let me hear you, Amelia," he demands.

I part my lips and a tiny moan escapes me.

"Mmh, tell me what you’re thinking."

"I wish it was your hand, sir," I whisper.

"It soon will be, darling," he exhales.

Just at that moment, Smutty decides to scratch on the door to be let in. I grab the pillow next to me and throw it against the door with my free hand shouting "Fuck off!" That bloody cat! I was so close.

"Sorry?" a confused Ben asks.

"Oh, not you, it was Smutty… my cat on the door."

I hear Ben chuckle.

"Ignore your cat, Amelia, and focus on your pussy. Rub your clit for me,” he demands. “But don’t come yet.”

I whimper at the thought of being denied an orgasm but do as he says, rubbing my swollen nub in slow circles and trying not to let myself get too carried away. I've never had much control over my release and I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold out much longer.

“That's it, darling. Now slip a finger inside yourself.”

I moan as I push one finger between my wet folds, moving in and out slowly whilst I continue to rub my clit with my other hand.

“Faster,” Ben commands. “Fuck yourself faster.”

I obey, picking up the pace as I pump two fingers into my pussy. My breathing is laboured and every so often a groan escapes me.

“That’s it,” Ben says approvingly. “Just like that. You’re doing so well for me.”

I moan at his praise, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of my fingers.

“Are you ready to come?” Ben asks.

“Yes, sir,” I gasp.

“Stop touching yourself.”

I freeze at his command, whimpering in frustration as I deny myself the orgasm that is just within reach.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

"I think there is a wet stain on my bed." Lovely. Total dirty talk failure.

“Hmm, all for me,” Ben doesn't seem to be put off by my words. “Now touch your clit again. But don’t come yet.”

I groan at his words but do as he says, resuming the slow circles on my clit that had been driving me wild just moments before.