There’s a moment just before midnight — when the air goes still, and the stars seem to blink a little slower — when the veil thins between want and worship. That’s when I call them. The ones who ache to be owned. With Dark Mistress Phone Sex
Tonight, it was him.
I felt him long before I saw him. His need scratched at the edges of the ether like a stray cat desperate to be let in. That low hum of masculine pride… cloaked in control, but trembling just beneath the surface. Delicious.
I found him alone — of course. The powerful ones always are, even when they lie about it. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at nothing, jaw clenched like he could fuck the tension away. Poor thing.
He didn’t know I was already there. I stepped through the crack between this world and the next and let the shadows roll off my skin like silk. I didn’t speak at first. Just watched. Let him feel me.
His breath caught.
“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice low but uncertain.
I smiled in the dark. “You already know.”
He turned — and there I stood. Candlelight igniting behind me from nothing, illuminating my form: black lace, thigh-highs, and power thicker than the air around us.
“You’re not real,” he said. But he didn’t move. Didn’t run. His cock twitched, traitorous thing.
“Oh, I’m very real,” I said, stepping forward. My heels echoed with impossible weight, like every step pressed into his mind. “You begged for something stronger. Something darker. Something that could take your world and make it mine. Dark Mistress Phone Sex”
I leaned in until my lips nearly brushed his ear. “Congratulations. I heard you.”
He swallowed. “What are you?”
“I’m Astrid,” I whispered, dragging my nails slowly down his chest. “The one your nightmares obey. The reason your cock gets hard when you’re alone. The one who marks men… like you.”
He didn’t speak. Not anymore. He was already spiraling. My scent — night jasmine and smoke — invaded him like a spell. My body slid into his lap, straddling him slowly, like smoke reclaiming a flame.
He stared up at me, wide-eyed, hypnotized.
“You want to surrender, don’t you?”
He nodded, almost against his will.
I reached into the air and pulled the blade. Ritual silver, blackened by use, humming with dark energy. His eyes widened, but he didn’t resist — not when I traced the flat of it along his throat. Not even when I pressed it to his chest.
“This mark,” I said softly, “binds you to me. You won’t feel pain. Only belonging.”
I carved the sigil just above his heart. No blood. Just light. A glowing brand of devotion. And when I leaned in and licked it — slow, deep, deliberate — he moaned like a beast in heat.
“I own you now,” I said, kissing the sound out of his mouth.
He melted. Hands gripping the sheets, cock hard beneath me, soul spilling through his eyes. My hips began to roll — lazy, merciless. I didn’t need to fuck him fast. I owned him. Then, I used him. Let him feel how power tastes from underneath.
He was shaking now. Whimpering.
“Please, Mistress…”
I clamped a hand around his throat and smiled. “Beg properly.”
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I leaned in, lips brushing his. “You already are.”
And just like that — he shattered. His whole body arched, came undone, and his moans echoed through my realm. I watched as the pleasure broke him, reformed him, and bound him tighter than any chain.
When I rose, he collapsed.
Used. Owned. Marked.
I left my sigil glowing on his skin and whispered into the dark:
“You’ll never touch yourself again without whispering my name. And Thanking me for Dark Mistress Phone Sex.”
♥ Mistress Astrid ♥