Lizzie slowly walks to where she left the phone in the living room and picks it up. She stares directly at the camera as she answers the call but says nothing. This is a power move if I’ve ever seen one, and unfortunately, I’m going to give in to it.
“You can try to figure out who I am, but you’ll never manage to do it.”
Lizzie snorts.
“To what end, Elizabeth Jane Noble? When will you stop?” I ask, fully expecting an answer.
“I don’t want to stop,” Lizzie answers, her voice unwavering.
I pause, biding a moment of time before I ask the question I’ve been avoiding. Because to dip my toe into another evening with Lizzie will throw me into the spin of obsession that I know I won’t be able to escape. And if she says she wants it, I’ll have to give it to her.
“Do you want more?” I say, my voice clear and precise.
“Yes,” Lizzie answers, her voice filled with hope.
My lips curl upward, and arousal courses through my body. I stare back at her through the monitor, memorizing every inch of her body, the parts I’ve touched and the parts I have yet to explore. My heart races.
“You are my good little slut, aren’t you? Before you agree, you have to be prepared.”
“Prepared for what?” Lizzie asks.
“To become mine.”
