“I wish you were here riding my cock right now,” I murmured. “And I was fucking your tight little pussy.”
“Grayson.” My name on her lips came out as a moan.
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Yeah.” Her voice went up an octave.
“Tell me,” I ordered. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want …” Her voice had a little hitch like she was close to coming. “I want to feel your thick cock in my tight … little …” She let out a cry, but it was more of a shriek of surprise than the sound of her coming.
“Uh, I’ll have everything cleaned up when you get back.”
“Lexi—”
“Go out and enjoy the city. Don’t forget to bring back something nice for Crumpet.”
I cursed when she hung up the phone.
Stood up. Sat down. Stood up again, went to the suitcase and picked up the itinerary Lexi had made. She had a little check mark box by each activity or site I was supposed to see. There was another note paper clipped to a sheet of stickers.
Give yourself a pat on the back when you cross something off your list.
My phone beeped with a message. There was a photo of Lexi face down on my bed in nothing but one of my dress shirts, her hips in the air, legs splayed, that glistening slit that had felt like heaven around my cock front and center in the frame, wet and ready for me to fill her. My pants felt tight.
I could jack off, but I wanted to save it for when I could finally come in Lexi’s tight, hot cunt again.
“You need a distraction.”
I pulled out my running shoes from the suitcase. Lexi would be disappointed in me if I didn’t do her scavenger hunt. Even though I hadn’t slept, I felt oddly energetic.
Of course my sleep cycle was generally messed up from my childhood of never seeing the sun. In the cellar, you slept when you were tired—there was no bedtime.
There were a few people out on the streets when I walked out of the hotel.
The buildings weren’t as tall as those in Manhattan, and I took off at an easy run, the Eiffel Tower in front of me.
Unbidden, a memory surfaced of my mother telling me that when she escaped, she was going to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower.
I had asked her if I could come too.
She hadn’t answered.
I turned on the phone’s video camera and pointed it to me, making sure I had the tower in the background.
“I wish you were here,” I said to the video and saved it to my phone to send to her later.
Up next was the Louvre.
I video-called Lexi while standing in front of it.
“He’s at a castle,” she said happily when she answered. She was sitting in the empty ballroom in my penthouse, still in the dress shirt that let me see the outline of her pink nipples. She was wearing panties though, lacy pink ones. “I should have made you a paper crown and had you wear it.”
“No, thanks.” I smiled at her.
She blew me a kiss. “Give me a princess twirl!”
“A what?”
