The Call
The Call
~Lyra~
Well my mum called back and I shouldn’t have picked up. I swear to God I knew the moment my finger brushed the screen and that f*****g call connected, I was making the dumbest mistake of my life.
My cunt was still swollen. Damon’s knot was still inside me. I could literally feel his c*m dripping out of me like honey oozing out of an overstuffed donut and yet somehow my dumbass still answered the phone like this was a good time to chat with my mother.
“Hello,” I said, and my voice came out like I’d just run a marathon while sobbing through a porn scene. My throat was raw. My lips were still wet. My whole body was trembling. I sounded like a girl who just got wrecked. Because I f*****g had.
“Lyra?” she said, and instantly I wanted to throw the phone across the room. Her voice was so sharp, so clear, so full of motherly suspicion it made me clench around Damon’s c**k all over again.
I froze.
Damon didn’t.
He was still behind me. Still buried inside me. Still f*****g knotted. And of course he smirked. Of course he had the audacity to run his hand up my spine like I wasn’t dying inside.
Like this was a joke to him. Like I was just some filthy little slut caught between her mother’s voice and her best friend’s father’s c**k and expected to survive.
“H–hi Mum,” I said, my voice so f*****g squeaky it barely even sounded like mine. I cleared my throat. “Sorry, I was sleeping.”
“You sound weird,” she said, immediately, like she already knew I was lying. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Your breathing is off. Are you sick? Are you in pain?”
God, if she only knew.
“I’m on my period,” I blurted before I could stop myself. “That’s all. Cramps. Really bad ones.”
Damon’s hand was already sliding lower. I swear he did it on purpose. Like he was rewarding me for lying so f*****g badly. His fingers found the edge of my thigh. Then the slickness leaking down it. Then he dipped two fingers into the mess between my legs and pushed my thighs open wider.
I jerked. I gasped.
My mum paused.
“Did you just trip?” she asked.
“No. I–I dropped something. My water bottle. It spilled. AlLover. I’m naked. I mean I was sleeping naked. Because it helps with the cramps. And it’s hot. You know the heat here is crazy. Like it’s so f*****g hot this period I literally can’t even breathe at night.”
“Language,” she said automatically.
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f**k
Damon dipped his fingers back in and scooped up more of his c*m and dragged it up my slit like he was painting me with it. I bit my lip. I clenched my thighs. I was going to die. Right here. Like this. On speakerphone with my mother while my best friend’s dad made my p***y leak even more just for fun.
“Lyra,” she said, her voice sharper now. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “Honestly. I’m just really tired. Like I didn’t sleep well. At all. And I had cramps all night. And the fan was loud. And I think there’s a mosquito somewhere in this room that literally hates me. So I’m not just exhausted. I’m delusional.”
She was quiet.
I could feel Damon’s c**k still twitching inside me. I swear it was mocking me. My p***y was still locked so tight around him I could feel every vein. I was dripping down my thighs like a ruined little slut and my voice was shaking but my mum was still on the phone and I wanted to cry.
“How’s tasha?” she asked.
“Fine. I’m in her room. Alone. She’s in the kitchen or something. I think she went to look for bread. Or indomie. Or maybe she’s shitting. I don’t know. She’s not here.”
Damon smirked.
I glared at him over my shoulder. He was still inside me. His hand was still between my legs. And now he was grinding again. Tiny, slow, almost invisible movements that made my eyes roll back and my belly twist like I was about to come again.
“She’s what?” my mum said.
“She’s not here,” I said again. “I’m alone.”
“You sound like you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not,” I squeaked. “I’m really not. I just woke up. Literally. I’m not even wearing panties. I mean–I’m on my period so I don’t wear panties at night. Or I do. But not when it’s hot. Sometimes I use a towel. But–anyway. Mum, please don’t ask me questions. I’m so tired I could cry. Can we talk later?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her tone softening just a little.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” my mum asked again, and this time her voice was doing that soft but suspicious thing, like she already knew I was lying and was just politely giving me the rope to hang myself with.
And of course I panicked.
Because no, I wasn’t okay. I was the opposite of okay. I was lying face down in a stranger’s bed with my best friend’s dad’s c**k still knotted inside me like a f*****g seatbelt. I was sweating, twitching, overstimulated, leaking like a busted pipe, and my p***y was literally whimpering because he hadn’t moved in the last thirty seconds. And now my mother was asking me if I was okay.
So naturally, my traumatized, c*m–filled, emotionally unstable little teenage brain decided to make everything
so much worse.
I took a breath,
Then I said, “Mum, yes, I’m okay, I’m just… like… mentally menstruating.”
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Silence.
I went on.
“I didn’t sleep at all, like not even one second, and the fan was on but somehow I was still sweating like I was
being cooked from the inside out. I kept waking up thinking there was a rat in the room but it was just my hair sticking to my leg. And then I had this dream that I was being chased by a goat in lingerie, which is probably Tasha’s fault.
“I farted in my sleep, I’m pretty sure. The kind that sounds like a trumpet from hell. And then the lights blinked and I thought we were being haunted, and then I rolled over and the bed squeaked so loud I’m sure the house thought I was getting dicked down by a demon.
Not that I was. I mean..obviously not. Obviously I wasn’t. Because I haven’t had s*x and I’m on my period. My womb is literally closed for business right now.”
I was sweating. Trembling. Clenching. Lying like a f*****g demon.
Damon was grinning behind me, still buried to the base, his hand sliding across my waist like he was proud of me for being so unhinged.
But I wasn’t done.
“And Tasha,” I added quickly, “she’s not even in the room, she’s downstairs looking for noodles or maybe drinking garri, I don’t know, and I don’t want to go down because I feel like a ghost touched my ass last night. “And I’m bloated. My boobs feel like someone pumped them full of cement. And if you make me stand up right now, I will faint. I will actually collapse like a Victorian orphan.
“So yes, I’m okay. Just your regular period demonic possession, spiritual fatigue, mosquito warzone, hallucination–ridden teenage meltdown. Totally fine.”
Dead silence on the other end.
My whole face was hot. I felt like I’d just given a TED Talk on how to sound like a mentally unstable virgin who accidentally summoned Satan during sleep paralysis. And Damon’s c**k literally twitched inside me like
it agreed.
I cleared my throat.
“So um… why did you call? Is everything okay with you? Like are you fine? Is Dad fine? Did someone die? Are we broke? Are you getting divorced? Is the dog pregnant? Please just tell me what’s going on before I
combust.”
I barely got the last word out before Damon f*****g moved again.
Not a lot.
Just a tiny grind. A small shift of his hips. Just enough to make his knot press right into the sore, overstretched spot deep inside me that still hadn’t calmed down from the last orgasm. My body spasmed. My p***y clenched. And before I could stop it, a sound slipped out of my mouth that was definitely not appropriate for a mother–daughter phone call.
It was a moan.
I slapped my hand over my mouth like it could undo it.
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But the damage was done.
Because the second it happened, my mum went dead silent.
Like the whole earth paused just to let me suffer.
Then I heard it.
“LYRA RACHEAL AUSTINE,” she screamed so loud I almost threw the phone, “ARE YOU f*****g SURE YOU ARE
ALRIGHT.”
I swear to God my whole soul left my body. My n*****s went hard. My p***y pulsed again because for some disgusting reason my body was still aroused while my mother was out here shouting like a soldier who just caught me breaking into the Lord’s temple.
“Mum,” I croaked, panicking, sweating, trembling, leaking, dying, “yes. I swear. I’m fine. I’m just… I dropped something again. My leg hit the fan. It shocked me. The fan shocked me. I think I screamed. It’s nothing. I promise. I’m just sore. I mean I’m not sore. I mean I’m sore from cramps not from anything else because I obviously haven’t done anything.
She sighed.
“Alright then, the reason I called was to check up on you and also to let you know that me and your father have been thinking…”
I froze.
Damon smirked again.
She continued.
“After summer we would like you to finish high school there with Tasha. Since you only have one grade left, it would make sense to just settle down and focus.”
I blinked.
My brain didn’t register it at first.
Then it hit me.
Wait.
What.
What.
No.
No no no no no.
“Mum,” I said, my voice cracking like glass, “what did you just say.”
“I said,” she repeated like it was nothing, “we’ve been talking and we think it would be good for you to stay. Finish the school year there. You and Tasha seem to be getting along very well and her father seems like a respectable man.”
I choked.
I actually choked.
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Respectable man?
Respectable.
The same man who was literally knotted inside me right now while I was on the phone with her? The same man who had just made me moan into the pillow like a b***h in heat? The same man who had been stuffing my virgin p***y full of so much c*m it was still dripping down my thighs?
My mother just called him respectable.
And wanted me to stay here.
With him.
In this house.
In this bed.
Where I just screamed into the sheets with his knot still buried inside me and his hand still stroking my cit under the blanket like this whole conversation was some kind of sick twisted game.
“Mum,” I gasped again, trying to sound calm, normal, *not like a girl who just got bred harder than a pornstar in a dog park. “Can we talk about this later?”
“No,” she said simply. “It’s now!”
Oh dammit.
