The first time you call me, you’re nervous. Breath quick. Voice shaky. Afraid I’ll think your fantasy is too much. But when you hear me moan at the filth spilling from your lips, something changes.

You loosen up. You get greedy. You want more—more of my voice, more of my control, more of the things I whisper that make you forget you’re holding a phone.

The second call? That’s when I really break you. I remember everything from the first time—every kink you confessed, every word that made your breathing hitch. Now I take those pieces and build something nastier. So perfectly tuned to you, it feels like I’ve been inside your head for years.

I don’t hold back this time. I own you. My words drag you deeper until you’re a shaking, aching mess, begging for mercy I have no intention of giving. And when it’s over, you know you’ll never be the same.

Because the second time with Ava Monroe? It’s not just a call. It’s the moment you stop being a caller… and start being mine.