“Are you all right?” He pulls away, lifting my chin to look into his eyes. His lips curve at the corner.
He knows.
“I need the loo.” I spin on my heel and fight my way through the crowd to the back door. Heaving, I run up the stairs as fast as my shaky legs will carry me and head straight down the dimly lit corridor to the ladies’ restroom.
After cleaning myself, I decide to leave the egg inside me. If I put it in my clutch bag and the buzzing starts again, Shane’s definitely going to wonder what’s up. I don’t know what’s worse; him thinking I came because of him or because of someone else.
Standing in the ladies, I apply fresh lipstick in the old flecked mirror. My phone pings in my clutch bag.
Did you come for me, nightingale?
Goose bumps break out all over my body as I text back with trembling fingers.
Yes. Please give me a break. I can’t take any more.
I want you on the live. I need to see you.
I slip my phone back into my bag and stumble down the hall and down the stairs with shaky limbs.
Shane’s leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, his hands still in his pockets. He straightens his spine when his eyes connect with mine. “You all right?”
I’m a quivering mess and if it wasn’t for my ridiculously expensive foundation, I’d be the colour of a tomato, but I inhale a deep breath and say, “I’m not feeling well. Can we go? If you want to stay, I’ll get a cab.”
He pulls his keys from his pocket as if he had them already in his palm. “I’ll take you home.”
14
SHANE
The minute she’s in the house, I’m messaging her via the app.
Tell me, are you wet, baby.
Since I watched her come on the dance floor, I’ve been painfully hard, chafing against the zipper on my jeans. I grip the steering wheel in frustration, flooring the accelerator to get home as fast as I can.
If I was in the police car, I’d be setting off the blues and twos. Anything to get home and fuck all this pent up desire out of me.
I floor the accelerator as I climb the hill to my home, cursing why I live so far away from her on the edge of town. My balls burn with all the heat from our dirty dance. I contemplate pulling over to jack off, but I want to gaze upon her face when I come.
Reaching the top of the hill, the path grows dark without the lights of the town; lit only by my headlights and the majestic moon guiding me home. My phone on the passenger seat flashes. I take my eyes from the road for a second to read her text.
Yes, sir.
She knows exactly what to say to make my blood run hot. Like lava in a volcano, my dick’s ready to erupt. I may not be able to have her how I want, but she’s mine in every other sense of the word. And whatever happens, I’ll always protect her, even if she doesn’t know I’m the one she needs protection from. I’m the sick fuck who’s tricking her into orgasms for my own selfish pleasure. But I can’t stop this now. The only thing I care about is my release.
I park the car on my drive and text her while I unlock the door to my house.
Are you ready, nightingale?
Yes, I’m waiting for you to join the live.
I take the stairs two at a time, pulling off my top and unbuckling my belt. Kicking the office door open, I pull my jeans down, freeing my throbbing dick. I let out a deep guttural groan as I fist my shaft and use my other hand to enlarge the pop-up window of her live on my twenty-eight inch monitor. The two side monitors stay dormant, reflecting the savage in me.
She fills the screen, biting her plump lip as she sits on her bed, awaiting my instructions. Her black dress clings to every curve, and my dick begs me to make her take it off. I’ve no doubt she would if I asked, but I don’t need to see her naked to get off. I just want to see her beautiful face and those two front teeth with her dirty lip bite.
Keeping my camera off, I make sure the voice distorter is on. “Hey, baby?”
She looks up in surprise. “Hello, sir.”
