tagSci-Fi & FantasyIryna and Dmytro - Phone Sex COMPLETE

Iryna and Dmytro - Phone Sex COMPLETE

byJaneRamsey©

Setting:

Odessa Ukraine, year 2108. Country is currently owned by the Russian Corporation Zaitech who bought out the government in the late 2060s when old geopolitical forces were dissolving.

Main plot summary:

A group of resistance hackers are trying to find a way to rid their country of Zaitechs control.

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Pertinent characters:

Iryna: co-mastermind behind the resistance plans.

Dmytro: Zaitech spy who is trying to find out all her secrets. At this point in the story he has been seeing Iryna for a few months, and has found no information yet linking her to the terrorists.

Pertinent Tech:

Derma Strip - Originally designed by the Chinese military to augment their soldiers without having to do extensive drug or gene therapy. They are thin silver strips a few centimeters wide and any length depending on where on the body they are. They are installed right against the skin and can be seen and touched. They can be programmed to trigger the brain to release everything from adrenaline to testosterone to serotonin etc. To the person wearing them or even another person who is touching them, additionally they can emit electrical shocks as well as a variety of other sensations when touched (making it hard to engage any soldier in physical combat or restrain them).

At some point though the designs were leaked and all manner of consumer versions started coming out. The consumer ones don't have so much of the bioengineering but tend to focus on the more pleasurable effects like serotonin production and skin sensations etc. they largely get used now for fun and recreation.

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PHONE SEX

"I hope I didn't wake you," Dmytro says into the phone his laptop out on his nightstand and the monitor displaying the surveillance footage of Irynas room. She was still on her bed putting her book to the side she holds her phone up to her ear as she answer answers him. He can hear how quiet her place is and can see that per usual she was alone,

"No, I'm awake," she speaks softly leaning back on her pillows her eyes darting to the picture at her bedside. He smiles at his screen, zooming it in a little.

"Can I see you?" He talks softly back to her watching her adjust on her bed, she pulls her legs up slightly,

"I'm not really dressed to go out," He chuckles that's not what he was talking about.

"Can I come see you?" He asks again. He watches as she takes a big uneasy breath at his question fiddling with her hand against the picture frame by her bed.

"I guess so," she finally acquiesces.

"What's your address?" He pushes. She bites her lip debating before finally answering,

"I'll text you," Pulling the phone away from her ear she opens her chat program, a moment later Dmytro sees her address pop up on his screen.

"Got it?"

"Yea. What are you wearing?" He wonders if she'll play with him first, she chuckles now,

"Just a tank top and underwear. Why do you want to know?" She asks impetuously.

"Take your shirt off," he interrupts smiling at her indignant reaction to him.

"I thought you were coming over, why don't you do it," he finds her bossyness endearing, not letting her off the hook though he responds,

"Because I want to make sure you're ready first, now take your shirt off," he teases.

"Fine," she puts her phone down and pulls her shirt off dropping it to the side. Dmytro had to suppress a groan watching her there those perfect little breasts of hers on display just for him her hand absentmindedly running over them. He could hear her breath catch over the phone,

"Now what?" She says a little less indignantly this time in. Licking his lips he watched her, her hand lazily straying down her body.

"Slide your panties to your knees," she does it without objection this time slowly sliding her hand back up her inner thigh her breaths pulling hard over the phone as she speaks,

"Okay. What do you want me to do now," he smiles as she gets into the game,

"Touch yourself," he moves closer to the screen, zooming the picture until only her body is in the frame. He watches her as her free hand slowly goes down again to her legs her breath speeding up in his ear.

She grips her hand turning her derma strip on before moving her fingers back down against her skin.

"That's it," he says watching the sparks from her fingers cascade onto her,

"How does that feel?" His voice low,

"Come over and find out," she smirks as she pulls the phone away from her ear and hangs it up.

Dmytro looked down at his own phone he couldn't believe she just hung up on him. He playfully glared at the computer screen, her hands were still on her skin, shit, he better hurry up. Grabbing his keys and coat he took off down to his car.

Pulling up to her apartment he hoped he wasn't too late. "It's me," he knocked on her door she took her time answering it.

Glazed over sated eyes greeted him as she opened it, her blue eyes looking up at him a tiny smirk on her face. Looking him up and down she stood in the doorway, he couldn't believe she went ahead without him.

Grabbing his hand she pulled him inside yanking his arm towards what he guessed was her bedroom. Inside he kicked off his shoes, she had a platform bed that took up most of the tiny space.

"Do you want anything to drink?" she asked. Nodding his head he looked over at that picture frame by her bed, expecting to see a picture of her parents. He grabbed the frame though, acting a little more emotionally than he meant to,

"Is this why you didn't want me to come over?" He said in a harsh tone. She was clearly younger in the picture, but had her arms wrapped around a sandy brown haired young man and a giant unabashed smile on her face like he had never seen. Who the fuck was this guy? He stared at her waiting for her answer, her mood seemed to fall and her demeanor sobered up,

"He's dead."

She said as she walked out of the room. Dmytro put the picture back down and pulled out his phone, activating the satellite connection he took a picture of it running the face through Zaitechs security database. He did not like what he found for more reasons than one. A current picture of Danil filled the screen,

Subject: Danil

Age: 30

Sentence: Convicted 20 years, GULAG oil fields, North.

Infraction: Breaking into Odessa server labs with intent to sabotage, conspirators unknown.

The screen listed further details but Dmytro didn't need to know any of that. He already found what he was looking for. Angrily he grumbled, he had been so sure he wouldn't find anything on Iryna, and now he'd found this. Her connection to the terrorists, and not just any terrorist cell, but the only one that had attempted a direct attack on Zaitech in the last 20 years. He had wanted to believe that the original suspicious intel they had on her had just been wrong. He found himself feeling a sudden surge of anger, how much had she had lied to him already, what was she up to? Quickly putting the picture down he sent the database findings to his Handler, switching off his phone.

A hazy mix of anger and jealousy and lust was boiling inside him. He started rummaging through her drawers, in his rush to get here he forgot his rope that they usually used,

"What are you doing!?" She was already back and staring at him going through one of her drawers with Danils old clothes.

Dmytro had thought they were his for moment, he knew she'd worn his shirts home sometimes and he didn't always get them back.

"I was looking for something like this," he slammed the drawer closed ignoring her comment. Backing her up against her door she almost spilled their drinks as she watched his whole mood change. Pulling at the tie on her silk robe he undid it yanking it from her waist. The black fabric fell loosely open revealing her cream colored skin, his eyes darted up and down her body before he took both shots out of her hands downing each of them before setting the empty glasses on her dresser. She almost protested but he still had her pinned and he quickly reached down activating the derma strips on her thighs which emptied her mind of any farther rebuking.

Helpless she gasped as he ran his hands around her thighs the sparked sensations shooting into her legs and up his arms. She could tell he was pissed, but she wasn't going to apologize for Danil. Her cheek was hot with his frustrated breaths and his hands rough against her skin.

Pulling her robe off her shoulders he yanked it down and off, Irynas tried to touch him to bring him back to her. He didn't let her though, grabbing her hands he pulled them together in front of her, tying her wrists tightly together her arms now pushing her perky curves together for him. He wrapped the loose end of the tie around one of his hands so that she couldn't get away, not that she was trying. He grabs her jaw between his fingers and thumb a little harder than he meant to.

Her eyes just bore into him, daring him to do something to take it farther. He slid his thumb over his tongue turning his derma strip on kissing her hard while holding her in place. When he was done he pulled away yanking the tie, pulling her towards the bed. She eagerly made her way till her head was on the pillows. Still standing Dmytro tied the loose end around a post on her headboard. He watched Iryna squirm, her lips parted waiting for him to get back to her. Still glaring he put the picture of her and Danil face down, she didn't mind.

Panting she watched him stalk back to the foot of the bed, her silk tie cutting into her wrists, keeping her senses up. In the dim light she could see every muscle in his body tense as he made his way to face her again, she knew she had caught him off guard and he liked things to be nice and organized in the physical world as well as emotional. He ran a hand down his face looking like he was trying to hold it together before he reached down pulling the hem of his shirt up and over his head. Breathing in hard again she watched him shirtless, undoing his pants, is derma strips running across his ribs shone prominently even in the low light. She closed her eyes and waited for him.

Watching her on the bed he tapped the activator key on his strips he turned them up high, too high. Pulling down his pants he ripped the condom open that he'd grabbed out of his pocket, he didn't know which kind he had, it would be a surprise to them both, he had just grabbed a handful and stuffed them in his pocket when he came over. Covering himself he watched her, her eyes only opening as he climbed on the bed over her.

A predatory emotion fueling him as her knees pulled easily apart inviting him in. She moaned and squirmed again as he slowly brought himself over her, feeling the soft skin of her legs wrap around him, the euphoric buzz from her strips hitting his sides. Kissing up her front he made sure not to touch his chest to hers yet even with her body was arching up trying to get to him. He kept his lips just above hers, not letting her kiss him as he drove his hips suddenly against her.

She moaned throwing her head back and squeezing her thighs around him, her familiar feeling against him almost sobering his emotions. His rageful jealousy subdued but still fighting to get loose. At that he lay his entire weight on her, his hands immediately gripping the sheets, teeth clenching hard as the high setting on his strips paralyzed him momentarily, he heard her scream but she didn't tell him to stop.

The overwhelming sensations shocking through their system and was straddling that line between pleasure and pain, decidedly leaning more towards the pain side. He started taking her hard, he'd only had them up this high once before, and that was just to see what it was like. This was different, this had a little revenge thrown in.

Both their cries eventually subsided as they came and Dmytro pulled himself off his whole body aching. Every intense emotion he had been feeling earlier seemed to have been drained from his body, he was covered in sweat and had to turn his strips off just to get rid if the residual buzz. He felt a little guilty now.

Irynas face was wet but her eyes still closed, she was pulling hard against her ties. She hadn't once told him to stop and for some reason that made him feel worse. Undoing the tie he quickly released her hands pulling them down. She rolled over away from him her body still shaking and lungs staining to breathe.

She didn't know if that was amazing or terrible, it was both, she didn't want to deal with him right now her senses were still overwhelmed. Feeling him move on the bed she wondered what he was thinking, a moment later she felt him curl up against her, all enhancements now turned off.

"I'm sorry," he said, with obvious shame in his voice. She pulled his arm around her, still fighting to breathe.

"Its okay," she finally got out. She wasn't angry, it had been an interesting experience. Not one she was entirely sure she wanted to replicate, but interesting nonetheless.

Dmytro buried his face in her hair as he held her tight, she finally invited him over to her place and this was how he reacted. He didn't feel like himself anymore. This assignment was changing him.

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