Page 67 of Freefall

“Harper.” An edge creeps into my voice. “Don’t overthink it. I want to stay with Daisy tonight.”

“Okay,” she breathes.

She still sounds tense. I don’t know if it’s the thought of leaving Daisy with me or walking into a girls’ night where she’ll be the newcomer surrounded by people who already know each other, but I can practically hear her getting inside her own head.

Then an idea hits me.

“Where’s Daisy now?” I ask.

“With my parents,” she says. “My mom is teaching her how to bake cinnamon rolls.”

Perfect.

I let the silence stretch for a moment before I speak again.

“Have you been following my rules, Harper?”

I can hear the soft hitch of her breath even over the phone. “Yes.”

“You haven’t touched yourself?”

“No.”

“You’ve been waiting for my permission like a good girl?”

“Yes,” she says again.

The memory of her calling me sir the other night comes rushing back. She was messing with me, trying to get a rise out of me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love hearing it come out of her mouth.

Why don’t you make me…sir.

“Yes, what?” I ask.

More muffled footsteps. Then the quiet click of a door closing.

“Yes…” She hesitates only long enough to let out a brief sigh that sounds less like annoyance and more like lust. “Sir.”

I abandon my smoothie on the counter and head upstairs.

“Good girl. Do you want to touch yourself now?” I ask, closing the door behind me. No one else is in my condo, and I have no intention of getting myself off. This is about her. Still, what I’m about to say demands a closed door.

“Y-yes.”

The faint creak of a mattress comes through the phone, followed by the dull knock of a headboard against the wall.

“Then ask nicely.”

“Please, may I touch myself?”

I love the edge of desperation in her voice. It makes me want to draw out my teasing, but I don’t know how much time we have.

“You may, but Harper? You stop when I say stop. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

This version of Harper is so far off from the woman I spanked over the hood of my car a couple of days ago. She must be really hard up.

A soft moan drifts through the speaker, and the sound goes straight to my cock.