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When I get to the bedroom, I open all of my new toys and get to work. The first thing I do is look up how to tie this bondage rope in different ways since the customer didn’t say what they specifically wanted. I’ll just find one that looks easy and go with it.

Turns out this Shibari stuff is more complicated than I anticipated, especially without assistance. I almost think about calling Kate in here to help me, but after a few more tries, I somehow manage to get myself into a simple chest harness. It’s actually pretty if I do say so myself. I quickly snap a few pictures and send them out. To the correct person this time.

It takes less than five minutes for my phone to notify me that I’ve been paid. Two hundred dollars isn’t bad for one picture. I manage to get myself untied fairly quickly and move on to the pink netting and hand cuffs. I send those off in record time and collect my earnings before heading to the shower for some quality me time with my fancy shower head. I need to release some tension.

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The orgasm was great, though unsuccessful in taking a certain someone off my mind. If it did anything, it made him my main focus as I dress for bed.

Great. I’ll probably be having wet dreams tonight. The craziest notion pops into my head to call him. I can’t do that, can I? It would defeat the whole purpose of not answering his request for a date.

Fuck it. I’m gonna do it anyway. As the phone rings, I’m starting to second guess my decision, but not quickly enough because I hear over the line a gruff,

“Hello?”

“Umm, this is awkward. Did I wake you up?”

“Just a little, but it’s okay. What’s up? Everything all right?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. I don’t really know why I called you.”

“Is it because you realized you want to let me take you out? Or are you just using me as a late-night booty call to satisfy your needs? Dirty girl.” His sleepy chuckle rattles through the phone and goes straight to the bottom of my stomach. I’m in trouble. Deep, deep, trouble.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I obviously had a lapse in brain function. Sorry to wake you.”

“Don’t be sorry for waking me up, but you can be sorry for interrupting the incredible dream I was having about you in that stunning black outfit.”

“Will you please stop bringing that up? It’s so embarrassing.”

“Why is it embarrassing? I loved it, and you looked ravishing. Unless it wasn’t for me. Then I would be embarrassed.” The line goes silent for a beat. Shit. What do I say? This could end very badly.

“Hello? You still there?”

“I’m here. I just don’t know how to answer that.”

“Fuck. It wasn’t for me, was it?”

“It’s not what you think.” I blurt out.

“Okay, well what is it then? I’m all ears.”

“It’s complicated. You don’t want to know.”

“I’ve told you once already. I know what I want. Now either tell me, or I’m going back to bed, Haedyn.” Shit. Here goes nothing.

“Have you ever heard of SnapShot?”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything? I don’t have one if that’s what you’re asking. I send my pictures to pretty girls like you free of charge, darlin’.” His smirk can be heard through the phone if that’s even possible.

“Well, I do have one, and that picture was for a client of mine who’s into the dominatrix type. I accidentally sent it to you. I’m really sorry. You weren’t supposed to find out that way. I know what you must think of me for this, and I’d completely understand if you didn’t want to see me again.”

“Pump the brakes, princess. First of all, I don’t have a problem with you having an account. Second of all, this makes a lot more sense now why you tried to ghost me. Did you really think this would keep me from taking you out? So what if you sell pictures? I don’t give a damn. Let them look because when I finally get to call you mine, I’ll know that nobody else’s hands will get to touch you, and that’s enough for me. That okay with you? If not, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

My heartbeat is audible inside my chest. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I barely know this man, yet he’s trying to claim me? I should run. Fast. Screw my traitorous pussy and her yearning for his sinful body. This guy is a psycho.

“Ahem. I’m waiting for your answer.”

“You want me to just agree that you can have me? Are you insane?”

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