She opened the menu, scrolling down the list of entrees. She didn’t mind eating alone, but it made her wonder where Gabe was at. She punched in his number.
“Hey.” His baritone timbre made her heart lurch. God, she wished he was here, with his calm steely eyes. He never criticized her for what she ate. Or for ordering another glass of wine.
“Hey. Alice set me up on a date.” Ivy smiled.
“Oh,” the word was gritted out.
“Yeah, it totally sucked. He’s gone now, and I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t sure how to say no.” Ivy took another sip of her wine.
“Alice is a bit of a tornado,” Gabe said.
“Yeah. So I’m sitting in this restaurant, having another glass of wine. My feet are killing me, and my mom’s improv group is over. I have to be at work by seven.” Ivy grinned into the phone.
“You’re going to stay in the city, get a hotel room, right?”
“You think I should?” She bit her lip. In this moment, she wanted him to take the decision from her. She wanted him to order her what to do. Ivy closed her eyes, wishing he was here with her.
“Yes, finish your wine, then grab the hotel room. You have clothes in your car?”
“Yeah, I have my overnight bag.”
Gabe knew she always kept a change of clothes in her car.
“Good. Is it only your feet that’s killing you?”
“What do you mean?” Ivy blushed.
“Anywhere else that needs some attention?” That tone of his almost brought her there. It might have been enough to make her orgasm, and maybe if he talked for longer in that sultry, deep dominant tone, she’d cum right in her chair.
“Gabe…yes,” Ivy breathed out.
“Once in your room, take off those heels you’re wearing, strip out of your clothes and kneel on the floor of that enormous bed. Once you’re naked and waiting, call me.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words slipped out of her mouth, and a part of her brain went on full alert, cursing her for what she was doing. Another part of her didn’t care.
She needed this with her complete self.
“I’ll be waiting.” Gabe’s calm tone gave her flutters in her pelvic floor.
Ivy closed the phone, feeling flushed and unsteady on her feet.
If only they could solve the rest of their issues as easily as some phone sex. Taking one more sip of the fabulous wine, Ivy went to pay the cheque and took the hotel next door to the restaurant, hoping they had a decent room. She needed a comfortable bed for what was going to happen.
Ivy’s hands sweated as she let herself into the hotel suite. She put her bag down on an armchair and flipped on a couple of lights, kicking off her heels. The carpeted floor was plush underneath her feet. Crazy to feel nerves roll in her belly, she did, as she folded her work clothes, strode into the bedroom, naked. In the darkened room, she flicked those lights on, and as instructed, she knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, closing her eyes.
How far had they come from this? Their D/s lately had been full of a power struggle, not a power exchange. But this here was her finding that quiet, submissive place. Nerves rolled through her as she dialled Gabe.
“I’m ready, Sir.” Her pulse raced as she said the words.
“Switch to video.” His commanding tone made her belly contract.
“Yeah. There’s my girl,” Gabe said. “Princess, grab your vibe from your bag and your phone holder. You’re going need to be hands-free.”
From her bag, she pulled out her rabbit vibrator with the grooved shaft and her phone stand.
“Got them,” she said into her phone.
“Good. Get back to kneeling for me, Princess.”
