Ella:Have we met?
I tap my fingers on my leg as I lean back in my leather chair, and decide how much to reveal.
Me:Patience, Sweetheart. I’ll tell you everything you want to know when we are face-to-face.
Her next comes almost immediately.
Ella:You know what I look like, and I have no idea what you look like. Are you ugly?
I snap a photo, hoping that she won’t recognize me, and send it.
Ella:I feel like I’m being scammed. Prove that’s you in the photo.
I’m losing her, and I can’t let that happen.
Fuck Linc. Think.
I take a deep breath and press the face-time button. It rings four times, telling me she’s hesitating, but she answers just before it stops.
“What are you doing?” She asks, sounding breathless, and looking breathtaking with flushed cheeks.
“Letting you decide if I’m ugly.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and shakes her head no.
“Not ugly,” she breathes.
Her lashes flutter as her eyes trail up my abs up to my face.
“I don’t get it. You’re hot. Why are you trying to find a relationship this way?”
Fuck. Now I might really lose my chance with this girl.
“Not a relationship. Just one night. I don’t do long term or commitments.”
CHAPTER 3
ELLA
“What things on this list would you actually do to me?”
He swallows hard, and I’m wet just from watching his Adam’s apple move. Why is that so hot? That was sexy, but his next words threaten to set me on fire.
“I like to leave a little mystery, but I want to restrain you, have you spread wide open while I devour your pussy. I will make you come many times, before I order you to get on your knees for me. And you will, because you want to be my good girl.”
His voice is deep, and hints at pure domination, which isn’t normally my thing, but I’ll admit I’m curious.
Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “And how would you know that?”
His lips lift into a grin as sinful as his last words.
“You haven’t hung up. Say yes, sweetheart. One night of me giving you more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined. You’ll be in control. Only things you consent to. And you’ll choose a safe word. If at any time you want me to stop, use your chosen safe word and I’ll stop immediately.”
My brain has officially checked out, and my hormones have taken over.
“Okay ‘L’. I may have lost my mind, but I accept your invitation.”
He chuckles softly, and flashes me a look that reads like a warning.
