Page 31 of Shadow and Skulls

Me: What do you mean?

Tank: Oh, little shadow, I know you’ve activated my gift. Now, lie back, get into position, and I’ll do the rest. FaceTime me, and it will be an even better experience.

I reach for the box, juggling it in my hands as I try to read the instructions on the back. It says it’s great for long distance fun … oh.Oh!

What the fuck am I going to do?Deny. Deny. Deny.

Me:I don’t know what you’re talking about.

The phone vibrates in my hand. Shit, now he’s calling.

My entire body flushes in embarrassment. He knows I turned it on. Of course he does.

“Hello,” I answer quietly, pulling my towel around me tighter.

“Little shadow,” he breathes heavily on the phone.

“I was just looking at it, okay? I’m not actually going to, you know, put it there.”

“Put it where?”

“Just stop.”

He sighs. “I didn’t leave it in your drawer to embarrass you. There’s something about you that makes me do crazy shit. You make me crazy.”

“I make you crazy?” I run my finger over the silicone object in my hand.

“Certifiably.”

“Hmm.” I like that. Slowly, I lie back, staring at the ceiling. Maybe this will work. It won’t hurt to try. “If … if we do this, I’m going to mute my end. I don’t want you to hear …” I stop. “That would be too embarrassing.”

He groans. “If that’s what you want. I’m not going to lie, though; I’ve been looking forward to the noises you’re going to make for me.”

His words have me moving the towel aside and rubbing the toy over myself. I let out a little whimper. It feels so good.

“That’s it, baby. Get it good and wet for me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need before sliding the item into place. Oh god, it hits a spot that makes me have to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud.

“You good?” he asks, reminding me I’m not alone.

“Yeah.”

I continue to stare at the ceiling, pushing away the bad thoughts that are doing their best to consume me. I’m in control. This is for me. I want this. I can stop it at any time.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to keep talking you through it, but you can go ahead and mute yourself now.”

So that’s what I do. I put him on speaker, mute my end, and drop the phone beside my head.

The first little vibration has me snapping my knees together and arching off the bed.

“Oh god,” I say out loud, thankful he can’t hear me.

His throaty chuckle erupts over the phone. “Just a nice little buzz to let you know who’s in charge.”

“Asshole.”

“I want you to put your hands over your head, and don’t move them,” his deep voice echoes throughout my room.

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