“No, I specifically avoid those matches. And I didn’t know you had a crush on the Terminator, Rudy. Have you already declared your feelings? Has he returned them?” I giggled. I wasn’t sure why I found my own joke so funny. He certainly didn’t, since he remained quiet. Too quiet for Rudolph.
I paused. Did I offend him?
“Rudolph?” I heard a deep exhalation on the other end, as if he’d been holding his breath.
“Yeah, I’m here.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t have a crush on him. Or on any other guy. I’m full-blown straight, if the clues weren’t enough to figure it out, Ivy.”
How was it that my body could detect any change in his voice? From derision to seriousness to genuine interest.
I fired off another question. “And? What’s this? A new phone number?” I was also becoming a master at changing the subject, it seemed. A useful skill to boost a CV.
“Do you know that you’re the only female who has ever blocked me? And more than once?” The disbelief in his tone made my chest puff out.
“Two times, to be exact. Hopefully, morefemaleswill learn to do just that. Maybe your ego will downgrade from a Zeppelin to a hot air balloon.”
“As fun as it is to talk to you, Ivy from Comet, I have to go now. Booty call. You know how that is…”
I certainly didn’t know.
“My deepest condolences to the poor female…or male?—”
“Females,” he corrected, and I drew in a gasp. “I’ll make sure to remind their vaginas how elastic and powerful they are.”
And that evening, in the middle of the night, I woke up with a sharp pain in my chest.
It was stronger this time, bruising half of my left breast.
CHAPTER 11
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This came from a link Tiziano had sent. What he’d texted made me laugh and shudder with fear at the same time.
Ivy, love, here you go. Tiziano’s magical brain has struck again ;) Next time, that douche will think twice before hanging up on the Comet Alpha’s daughter and my best friend. See here…
I clicked on it, gasped, and covered the phone to prevent other people—or worse, the children—from seeing this. Of course I had to be out in public right then.
Among too many pornographic photos of people and body parts that I avoided looking at, at all costs, there was a fake profile. The photo that Tiziano had chosen was of a man seenfrom behind, wearing only a leopard tanga, handcuffed, and tied to the leg of a bed with a velvet curtain and satin sheets.
His announcement read the following:
Submissive and obedient boy seeking dominant master.
I’m perfectly smooth and clean-cut, available to do all of my master’s domestic chores, and ready to submit to his punishment and command. Natural submissive, bottom houseboy of legal age, skinny, petite. Medical record available upon request.
I intend to be trained and molded to please my master, fully embracing my submissive side. If you are interested in a full relationship with a submissive, and if you are a dom who will be just as devoted, then I am the submissive you are looking for.
Contact the following number only if you are serious.
And there, listed beneath, I recognized the digits. Rudolph’s real phone number! The first one I had blocked.
Part of my mind wondered how Tiziano knew all that information about BDSM—or how his revenge could go so far. Another part of me wondered how popular those websites were. It would be interesting to study their brains and see if there were any differences that explained why a person would want to be dominated by someone else…
A third part of my consciousness felt a microgranule of guilt…that was soon wiped away by a fourth part of me, when I remembered how Rudolph had hung up on me in favor of his booty calls. Which shouldn’t have bothered me at all, but it did. I told myself that I had to defend the honor of women and that he deserved it all.
I replied to Tiziano’s message, giving my okay to the master plan.
