My mate nods slowly. “Yes, but…” she murmurs.
Stroking her cheeks again, I lean forward to rub my nose against hers. I want to get her out of here as fast as possible. The need I feel to inhale every inch of her body is strong, but I want to be patient and let her deal with her former life for a few minutes.
I lean back a few inches and lower my gaze and one hand. “Where’s the phone, Little one?”
Her arm is shaking as she reaches into the pocket of her cardigan to pull it out. She hands it to me like such a good girl. She knows she’s mine. It’s confusing, but on some level, she’s already recognizing the need to obey me.
Not wanting to give her much time to overthink this, I turn her in my embrace between my legs, open the camera feature on the phone, flip it to take a selfie, and hold it up. I love the way we look together on the screen. She’s frightened, but she still manages to give a wan smile for the camera.
I snap the picture and immediately hand the phone to Zack.
“What’s your name?” Zack asks her.
“Bailey,” she whispers.
“And your friend who’s outside?”
“Mary.” She shudders and tries to step out of my embrace.
I have an arm around her waist, though. It’s easy to pull her back so she’s even closer to me. Her pulse is racing.
“I can’t just disappear,” she murmurs, her argument weak probably even to her own ears.
I understand how confused she is. I’m prepared for this. But I also know she feels enough of a connection to me that she’saware of the inevitability of what we are to each other. A part of her knows walking away is not an option.
I wrap my other arm around her middle so that I’m touching her even more intimately. Claiming her, smothering her. Forcing her to inhale my scent and feel my heart beating.
Zack looks at me for directions.
“Would you like to type a message in the phone for your friend, Little one?” I suggest.
She hesitates. “Yes, please.”
As I extend a hand, Zack returns the cell to me.
I hold it in front of my girl. I won’t give her privacy. Whatever she types I will see. Keeping her between my legs, I let her wiggle her arms up so she can grip the phone.
Her hands tremble as she taps the screen and opens a text conversation. It looks like a group text that includes three people. Their names pop up across the top. Since this is her friend Mary’s phone, I surmise this text is going to Bailey’s own phone and two others.
Her fingers are poised over the letters as though she’s unable to think what to say.
“You mentioned Allisa. She was the one who dared you to come to the club. Who is Kate?” I ask.
Her voice is shaky as she replies. “Kate and Allisa are my other roommates. Mary is the one out front.”
Unable to resist, I gently kiss my Little girl’s neck. “Would you like me to type something, Little one?”
“Yes, please.” She sniffles as I take the phone from her, holding it in front of her so she can see.
My heart soars. She’s so polite and submissive. I assume she’s always been this way, but perhaps I bring out a deeper need in her. That’s normal. I quickly type a message to her friends.
This is Zingar. Your friend Bailey will be leaving Earth with me. I promise she will be protected and loved for the rest of herlife. I took a picture of us on this phone. She wanted to fulfill the dare.
Before hitting send, I kiss her neck again. “Is there anything else you need to add, Little one?”
“Oh, yes.” She takes the phone from me and continues the text.
This is Bailey. I have money hidden in my pencil box in my desk drawer. Take it for yourselves. Don’t give it to my father. He’ll never know I saved it.
