Delaney’s phone started to ring. When she didn’t move to answer it, I noticed her eyes were closed. I looked at the screen and pressed the button to answer it.
“Hello, Miss Lacy,” I cooed into the phone.
“Dallas? Is that you? Where’s Delaney? Is she okay? Why do you have her phone?” She erupted into a frenzy of questions, leaving me no time to respond to any of them.
“She’s fine, she’s right beside me, napping. I’ll have her call you back when she wakes up.” I ended the call before she could come back with another line of questioning. Just as I laid the phone back down, Delaney started to stir.
“Who was that?” She asked, turning to her back and stretching, unintentionally putting on a sexy show for me that made my cocktwitch.
“It was Lacy, you’ll need to call her back. I take it you didn’t tell her about our arrangement?” I said more as a question than a statement.
She sat up and nervously shook her head.
“I wasn’t sure what to tell her, honestly. It all happened so quickly. So I was very vague about my whereabouts. ” She smiled to herself as if she was recalling something privately.
“She’s worried about you, she seems like a good friend.” I liked that Delaney had someone close to her that worried for her. With her parents gone and being an only child, I could only imagine what kind of loneliness she might feel sometimes without much of a support system. She really is so strong…
She reached for her phone, opening it to Lacy’s contact, then looked up at me, as if searching for permission to make her call.
“Go ahead sweetheart, take your time.”
She jumped up and walked down to the water while she spoke to her best friend, and I couldn’t help but admire her as she walked away.
Not that I’m complaining…
Delaney
“Oh my God, Lacy, it’s been amazing.”
“Damn girl. Dallas Fucking Kingston. That’s crazy. I knew it was going to happen though, I could tell he was into you. So tell me….” she paused as if I was supposed to already know what she was going to ask. “Is he good looking under that silly Ghostface mask of his?”
“Umm, well,” I stumbled over my words. “I actually haven’t…” My answer trailed off as I heard a loud squeal from Lacy.
“You mean he fucks in that mask too?! Holy. Shit. That is so damn sexy!” She spoke excitedly. If I were home she’d be sitting on her feet on the couch. I could picture it in my head.
“Okay, okay, so…your contract is for what, like, a week?”
“He asked for thirty days.” I said, worried about her blunt response that was no doubt on its way.
“Thirty days?! I’ve never even seen him take to a woman for morethan a NIGHT! Thirty DAYS?” She got quiet for a few moments.
“Are you okay?” She asked softly, in complete contrast to the shrill yelping and cheering she was doing moments ago.
“Yes, I’m honestly great,” I responded to her concern frankly.
“Did…did you guys discuss safe words? I hope …” her soft voice trailed off as she asked with sincere concern behind her words.
“Yes, we discussed everything: hard boundaries, kinks, safe words, all of it…he’s been a real gentleman about the whole thing and answered every question, even the stupid ones.” She quieted, I assumed evaluating whether I might be bluffing. There was never getting anything past Lacy and her meticulous attention to detail.
“Has he taken you to hisroomat the club yet?”
“No, not yet. Why?”
“I’ve heard rumors about that room. Some of the most experienced Subs, with little to no hard limits ‘safe worded’ him in there.” She told this to me in an eerie tone, the kind of tone you use when you’re telling a scary story.
“Okay Lacy, I gotta go now,” I chuckled, letting her know indirectly that I was a big enough girl to hold my own withMr. Dallas Kingston.
“You go girl, get back to yourdaddy,”she teased into the phone, “love you, be safe, and tell Dallas that if he hurts you, he’s got me to deal with,”
