If she’s not ready, all the better. I want to see more. My craving for her is out of control.
I hold my breath as I wait for her to answer.
My first sight of my bunny is her hand, grasping the rose vibrator, and there’s the sound of fabric on fabric as she shifts.
Adrenaline pulses down my limbs, strong as when I’m doing something far more dangerous.
I fear the danger might be to my heart.
“Hello Bunny.” My voice emerges scratchy.
She gasps, then pauses, as though unsure whether to reply. “Hi.”
It’s a relief to hear again, but not enough. I give her a second, then I demand. “My name is Blake. Say it, Bunny.”
“Blake,” she breathes, and it’s like hot, sweet coffee first thing in the morning. Heavenly.
“Good girl.”
She lets out a strangled laugh.
“You like that, huh?”
“Maybe.” On the screen, she turns the red silicone toy nervously in her fingers. Behind, there’s blue cotton that curves around what I guess to be her hip, and beyond are shadows.
“Where are you, Bunny?”
“In my bed,” she says, as if it’s a naughty confession.
“Will you show me?” Tempting as it is to jump right into intimacy, I want her to get comfortable.
“My bed?”
“I’ll show you my office in return?”
“Yes,” she replies, and I don’t think the eagerness is my wishful thinking.
Slowly, I turn my phone, scanning it around the room, taking in the polished wood desk, the view of the garden. The guns mounted on the walls… I realise too late that may not be the civilised vibe I’m after.
I end up with the view returning to my torso. Jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos on my forearms and hands.
“My, what big guns you have,” she says lightly.
I flex my biceps, and the fabric goes tight.
“Alright, show off.” But her voice is soft and amused.
I angle slightly down, so the long ridge of my erection is clearly visible.
“From an expert like yourself, I’ll take that as a compliment,” I reply teasingly.
“I’m really not,” she says under her breath, and my interest is piqued. Does she mean guns, or men? “Are you actually big, or is that just a camera thing?” she adds before I can form a question.
I smirk and rub my palm down the length of my erection. The fabric reduces the sensation, but knowing she’s watching gives sparks of pleasure anyway.
“What answer will make you want to see it for real?” I purr.
She huffs with laughter.
