Page 57 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Tell me what you want.I’ll do anything.” And I would. In a heartbeat. I’d made a bargainwith myself that I wouldn’t let myself have an orgasm until hecalled me back, but that if he didn’t call by seven, my time, Iwould go ahead without him.

It was five now, and I’d been edgingall day.

“Let’s see that draweragain.”

I went to my underwear drawer andshowed him the wares.

“The pink ones there… Ithink there’s a bow on them?” he said, pointing to the screen as ifI would be able to determine the direction.

I found the pair he was talking about.“There is a bow. Sharp eyes.”

“When the subject isinteresting enough. Are those cotton?”

“They are.” I flipped thecamera back around. “What is it with men and cotton panties. It’sso gross and infantilizing.”

“It has nothing to do withinfantilizing you. I want you to wear them because I want to seethe wet spot on them when you’re fingering yourself for me.” Hesaid it so confidently, like there was no reason in the world thatit wouldn’t happen.

And he was sort of right. A meteorwould have to strike my house to interrupt this.

I propped the phone on the open drawerand peeled my skirt slowly up my thighs.

“Can I screen record this?”he asked.

If he were anyone else, I would havesaid “hell, no.” But he wasn’t going to use revenge porn againstme. “Sure. But it’s only for you.”

He nodded vigorously. “Ofcourse. I would never show it to anyone else without yourpermission. Like I assume you would never show anyone video of mewithout my permission.”

“Ooh, am I going to getvideo of you?” I would fully enjoy a clip of him jerking off. Ishivered at the memory of watching him in the shower. The way theveins in his arm stood out…

I stepped into my panties and leaneddown to pull them up, giving my hips a little wiggle. “How’s theview?”

“Inspiring.”

“How inspiring?” I asked.He flipped his camera and gave me a peek at his erection strainingagainst a pair of navy-blue silk pajama pants. I whistled. “Wow.Purple mountains’ majesty inspiring.”

“It’s not purple!” Hepulled the waistband down, freeing his dick to pop out and slapagainst his stomach.

I snorted. “This is sosexy.”

“This is reality.” Heswitched the camera back. “If you want fantasy, you have to comewith me to my club. Now, strip down to those panties.”

“One of your sex resorts?” Iasked, pulling my shirt over my head.

“No, my kink club. It’sprivate, with strict membership criteria.” He groaned softly andsaid, “God, I miss your tits.”

“What would we do at thiskink club?” I asked, shimmying my skirt down and kicking itaside.

He sucked in a breath, considering.“Ideally, I’d want to have you as a full-time, round-the-clock,twenty-four-seven sub. But I don’t even know if you’re intodominance and submission, and full-time isn’t something you coulddo right away. The first time, we would explore all of youroptions.”

It was a good plan;anything I knew about doms and subs came straight from Wattpad. Iprobably needed to do a little more research into the subject tofigure out if it was something I wanted to do, or something I justenjoyed reading about. I batted my eyelashes and put on a breathyvoice. “Iaminterested in that stuff. But I need a tutor. Will you teachme, please?”

“You’re killing me.” Hisvoice dropped into an oddly commanding, seductive pitch. “I’llteach you anything you want.”

“Because you can make all myfantasies come true, right?”

“Princess, I’ll makefantasies you didn’t even know you had come true.”

I whimpered. “Will you please tell meabout them, Mister M?”

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