I want you.
Three words, and she lays herself bare. She opens the door wider and invites me in.
But it’s more than words. It’s permission… and surrender.
And fuck me, I’ve never wanted anything more.
Call me if you mean that.
Her name lights up on my burner—Babygirl—and everything inside me stills.
Not calm. Coiled.
My pulse surges as I hitAccept, jaw locked with every filthy thing I want to do to her.
I bring the phone to my ear. My voice comes out rough, weighted with need I’m no longer bothering to hide. “Do you mean that?”
There’s a pause, heavy and charged, then her voice slides through the line, wrecking me with its honesty.
“My head’s still asking questions, but my body has already decided. I want you.”
The leash I’ve been holding snaps. Dark hunger, wild and unrestricted, floods in.
It’s the green light I’ve craved.
“I need you to be certain.” My voice is edged with my final shred of self-control.
Her breath hitches. “I want you, My Wolf. Tonight. Now.”
Fucking confirmation.
Almost.
“You know the words I need to hear from you, Babygirl.”
I won’t come to you without hearing them.
She hesitates, and I can hear her breath catch.
“Do you remember the words?”
A beat of silence. Then?—
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “I want your cock inside me. Ineedyour cock inside me.”
The line goes quiet, but her words don’t. They sear, echo, and brand. They strip me down to my most primal instinct.
My voice drops, steady and sure. “Leave your front door unlocked. Turn off every light in the house. Burn one candle in the bedroom, enough for me to see you. Put the blindfold on again. Wear only the necklace.”
“And?” Her voice is soft but certain.
That single word hits, a fuse burning at both ends.
“Wait for me on the bed. Face down. Ass up.”
She doesn’t answer.
“You still won’t see me, Laurette. Not until I decide it’s time. Do you understand what you’re saying yes to?”
