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Vincent sounded thicker, huskier, and the electric tingle burst back into vivid life.

With his screen dark, it was easier to pretend that no one was there, and I bolstered my willpower and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt.

I closed my eyes when I peeled it upwards, hoping he was biting his lip in anticipation, hoping he was hard for what I was going to do for him.

He made a low sound that grated through the phone when my t-shirt reached my collarbone, exposing my hard-tipped breasts and the few freckles scattered across my chest. I swallowed hard and pulled it off the rest of the way, forcing myself not to rip it off like I was yanking off a band-aid.

But the sound he made just spurred that twisted side of me further. I tossed the shirt aside and ran my hands over myself, up my stomach to flick my own nipples, already tight with anticipation for my own fingers.

It was easy to pretend it was Gabriel’s warm hands on me while my eyes were closed, searching downwards to peel my panties over my hips and down my thighs. I’d already entertained too many daydreams about what Vincent’s beard would feel like against my skin, and I imagined him taking himself in his hand and stroking himself when I reached down to touch myself, spreading my legs so he could watch everything.

I knew it was messed up. He made low sounds that just drove the fantasy further, tiny hitches in his breath that made my blood run hotter.

On a whim, knowing this wasn’t recorded and would never see the light of day, I turned around and got on my knees, pressing my face into the bed while I stroked my clit, giving him a full view of everything. There was no part of me that would be a mystery to Vincent after this.

His breathing grew faster, deeper, and when I was dangerously close to the edge, his next command made me shake, my pussy contracting in anticipation even though he was miles away.

“Come back. Let me see that beautiful face when you come for me.”

I obeyed, positioning myself so he could watch all of me. I imagined those warm brown eyes gazing up at me while he sucked my clit, and then the orgasm was ripping through me. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my noises, praying like hell the sound didn’t carry, and Vincent let out a low, satisfied groan and several gasps that left no doubt in my mind that he’d just spurted all over his own hand while watching me.

Satisfaction curled around the afterglow, and I knew my cheeks were flushed when I finally reached for the phone.

“Suck your fingers,” he demanded, and I did, gazing into the sightless camera eye. I tasted myself, but all shame had temporarily fled in the presence of one of my owners. He didn’t even have to be in the room to bring me to my knees in obedience.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“Thank you, Professor Thayer,” I said around a thick tongue, not knowing what else to say. I wished I’d been able to watch him.

“I want to taste you.” His growl was back in force, even rougher than before.

I licked my lips, watching through my camera, wanting just a glimpse of his face.

“My office, Monday. During your free afternoon slot.” I wasn’t surprised he had my schedule.

I managed to jerk my head in a nod, already sick with anticipation. “Yes, Professor.”

“Good girl. Go to sleep now.”

I hadn’t realized how tired I was until he said it. He kept me hanging on his words, hoping for another as time slipped by unheeded. It was already midnight. “Yes, sir. Good night, Professor.”

“Good night, Pet. Until Monday.”

A long pause, then the video call ended. I wondered if he’d hesitated before hanging up, and perversely hoped he had.

Whatever pull I had for them was strange and unknown territory, but I wanted to keep those strings intact, reeling them closer and closer.

Until they came for me.

As I curled up to sleep, satisfied and sleepy, I wondered if maybe the mouse had a little cat in her, after all.

Chapter Ten

I spentmost of Saturday cleaning and gardening with Mom. If she noticed that I glanced at my phone a little too often for normalcy, she said nothing. Her slowness worried me, and I finally made her sit down with a cup of tea and brought all the tools back inside the small storage shed out back. I was going to have to move up the next appointment if this continued.

For my part, I was counting down the seconds until Monday, wondering if maybe I’d finally lost my mind, or if maybe there was some good to come of being the Pet. Vincent’s rough growls echoed in my ears like a phantom.

A text finally did come through; Rachelle was determined to get me out to the Mulholland coffee shop, and I figured I’d be able to pick her brain a little about the artist featurette I’d planned. I repressed a groan when she mentioned Sean was going, too. If he hadn’t told her about his failed coffee date, I was going to keep quiet. There was no point in humiliating him by pointing it out.

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