Tell Me That You Still Want Me [Script Fill]

Transcript

Hi, baby. I'm just returning your call. I heard your message.

You said what you had to say, but I could hear a desperation in your voice. I could hear how you trembled when you said my name. Now it's my turn.

I want you to sit there quietly. I'll talk and you'll listen, and you'll be a good girl for me, just like you used to be. Won't you say yes? That's right.

You still want it, don't you? You still long for me. I know.

You said as much in your voicemail. You tried to be brave. You tried to be strong.

Well, you tried not to show it, but I could hear it. The weakness for me that you tried so hard to hide. The way your voice quivered when you said goodbye.

That's not really what you want, is it? No, I didn't think so. So just tell me.

Tell me how badly you want it. How badly you need it. How badly you need me.

Tell me what I already know. You still think about me late at night when you're all alone, touching yourself to the sound of my voice, fantasizing about me and what I would do to you if I were there with you. First, I would lay you down gently, and we would start slow, because that's how you like it.

Slow and full of passion. Isn't that right? You want me to make you feel good, don't you? And treat you like the goddess you are.

I'll lock eyes with you, stare so deep into your soul. So deep that you can't help but melt and become putty in my hands. And I'll kiss those sweet, soft lips of yours.

You always did taste so good. And I'll trace your jaw with my fingertips, and caress your cheeks, and watch the goosebumps prickle on your arms. And feel that sharp intake of breath when I trail my fingers ever so slowly down your body, stopping only to kiss you in all the places that make you moan and whimper.

You're doing that right now, aren't you? Touching yourself, imagining me doing it for you. Good.

That's just what I want you to do. Let me talk you through it, baby. I want you to feel the rush.

Feel that build-up low in your belly. Come on. Do it for me.

Moan my name when you imagine me slipping my fingers inside of you. First one, then another. If you beg for me nicely.

Maybe even another one after that. I know you can take it. I've seen it.

Felt it. Heard it. You're my good girl after all, aren't you? Yes, you are.

Yes, you are. Say it. Say it for me.

Say you're my good girl. Now, before you come, I want you to tell me that you still want me. Tell me that you still crave me.

I know you can't take it anymore. When the pleasure is too great and it's coursing through your body like lightning, then, and only then, can you come for me. Come for me, baby.

Come on with those pretty fingers. Just like that. Then, if you really want to prove how much you want me, I want you to take those slippery, wet fingers and suck on them, just like I would.

Savor the taste of yourself. Just like I did. You're delicious, aren't you? Yeah, you are.

Oh, what a good girl you are for me. You take instruction so well. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I'll be there in a few minutes.

I'm on my way. Keep yourself hungry for me, baby. And I promise I'll take good care of you when I get there.

Like I always have. Like I always will. Because you're mine, remember? You still belong to me.