“Nothing,” I lie. “I’m not wearing anything at all.”
“Oh, my sweet Sydney…” He chuckles into the phone. “Tell me, why would you lie to me?”
I fucking knew it. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I ignore the throb his question elicits as I sit up.
“You told me there weren’t any cameras in my apartment,” I accuse, anger coloring my voice. “Youpromised me.”
“And I was honest with you. There aren’t any cameras,” Sebastian says smoothly. He doesn’t sound worried at all, completely unfazed by my anger. “Maybe I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.”
My heart races at what he says next.
“Or maybe I don’t need cameras to see you tonight.”
My eyes jump to my bedroom window. To the open curtains there. I swallow hard, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to get up and close them.
“Does that thought upset you, Sydney?” he asks. No kindness, no concern in his voice. Just a cold, almost clinical curiosity.
It should. I should be furious at him. It’s the worst kind of violation, stealing away my privacy.
But my body doesn’t seem to want to listen to reason anymore.
“No,” I say breathlessly into the phone.
Sebastian’s voice drops a little lower. “Does it frighten you?”
“Yes,” I admit readily.
A dark chuckle on the other end of the line.
“That’s good. You should be frightened of us. That’s smart. Now…” He exhales slowly. “Tell me the truth. What are you wearing for me tonight?”
This time, I don’t bother lying. “A black lace bralette,” I breathe into the phone. “And matching panties.”
His groan is barely audible. “I bet you look so good right now, Sydney,” he purrs. “I bet you look good enough to eat.”
Oh God. My hands inch down my stomach toward the waistline of my panties.
Sebastian tuts in my ear. “Slow down. What’s your rush? We have all night together.”
“I want it. I want you,” I say into the phone before I can stop myself.
“Show me,” he challenges.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “How?”
“Get one of your little toys. Show me exactly how much you want me.”
It takes me a few minutes to find the box shoved under my bed, but when I do, I give very little thought to which toy I grab. It’s my favorite, after all.
The one Ashton used on me.
“Good girl,” Sebastian praises as I sit back on my bed with the toy.
“What now?”
“Show me how much you want it, Sydney. Show me how you’d treat my cock if I were there with you.”
I hesitate, suddenly embarrassed.
