“Well, okay then. Let’s hear it.”
“What?”
“I want you to take the lead,Sir. It’s what you’re good at.”
Goddammit. I walked right into that one. “How about I delegate? I’ll be good. Tell me again. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you sitting on the couch, pants off, with your briefs around your ankles.”
“Okay.” This time I at least walk in the direction of the couch and sit down. My pants, however, stay firmly in place.
“Done.”
“Good. Now close your eyes.”
“Done,” I lie again.
“Sal.”
“Yes, Keeley.” My voice is even, in control, and I’m thankful for that.
“Close your eyes. No more bullshitting me. For this to work, you have to be in the moment.”
Fuck. I chuckle lightly. “How did you know?”
“I knowyou. You have me where you want me. I have you where I want you. It’s time to relax and forget we’re on the other side of the country from one another.”
That gets my attention. “I have you where I want you?”
“You do. Hang on.”
She falls silent, and a few seconds later my phone buzzes with a text. “Fuck, Keels. Was that you?”
“Was what me?”
“Oh. Never mind.”
I check the screen and cough when I find an image from Keeley.
“Wait,” she rushes out, her whispered voice holding an edge. “Before you click on it, I want you to know. I’ve never done that before either.” Her voice wavers and my stomach knots.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Keels. Not with me.”
“I know. I’ve never once doubted that. Which is why I want to. You can open it.”
God, now it’s my turn to get nervous. I open her text, waiting as the image loads and?—
“Holy fuuuck, Keels.” The image is taken in the mirror, with Keeley positioned exactly as I asked her to be—in her armchair, feet on the edge, legs spread. And while I’m only just realizing I never specified what I wanted her to wear, she’s in see-through lace panties and a matching lace bra. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Beautiful isn’t what I was going for but thank you.”
“You’re goddamn sexy too, if that’s what you were hoping I’d notice.”
“It was. And now that you know I’m not lying, are you ready?”
“I am.”At least, I’m ready to hear you screaming my name.
“Good. I want you to unzip your pants.”
