Chapter 7: Tilted
All week long, the only thing I can think about is that taste. She has me hard all the time.
I call her sporadically throughout the day, probably keeping her from being productive at work, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care.
I need to hear her—need to know she’s mine, and that she’s dying to see me again too.
Her weeknights were already spoken for, and like an ass, I complain about it, even though I’m the one that told her we’d only scene on weekends, since that was my standard set up with previous subs.
Already it’s not enough.
“Fuck—that’s pretty,” I say, prepping my playroom for her.
Tonight she’s coming to my place.
I lean in and inhale deeply.
Leather and Bella. Fucking lovely.
The only thing it’s missing is our come.
To be rectified shortly.
I pull out my phone and read through our last few texts.
Birth control was an issue we had to work out, but it should be fine.
I stare at the rubbers sets aside. God, I hate those shitty things, but for her, I’ll do it.
My hands run through my hair, and I pace.
Shouldn’t she be here already?
This is why I usually go to my sub’s. I hate waiting.
Patience is uglier than any four letter word I’ve ever heard.
Ding, ding, ding . . .
The doorbell catches my attention, and I walk, I don’t run, but in a very quick way, to get the door.
As I open the door, the most amazing aroma hits me.
My mouth drops open. “Oh my God, that’s got my name and my hard on written all over it.”