Page 31 of In Plain Sight

“I will.”

“Where are you?”

“My living room. On my couch.”

“Do you want to stay there, or would you be more comfortable in your bed?”

A pause. “My bed.”

Standing, I got up off my couch and headed toward my bedroom as the muffled sounds of rustling came over the phone.

“I’m on my bed.”

“Are you laying down?”

More shuffling. “I am now.” A pause. “Are you in your room?”

“I am now.” I stopped next to my bed. “Just one second while I get comfortable.”

“Okay.”

Tossing my phone down, I grabbed a hair tie off my bedside table and quickly gathered my hair into a low bun. When it was back, I moved my pillows so I could sit against my headboard and settled on my bed.

“Are you still with me?” I asked when I picked up the phone.

“Yes.”

“Good.” I pitched my voice so it was low and soft. “What are you wearing?”

This time he didn’t laugh. “Sweats, a tee, and a hoodie.”

“Take off your hoodie.”

The line went quiet as he did as I said.

“It’s off.”

“Are you still hard?”

“Yeah.”

“Close your eyes for me.”

“Okay.”

“Now I want you to take three deep breaths. Breathe in through your nose for a count of four, hold it for a count of three, then out your mouth for a count of six. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

I waited, counting the seconds in my head, as he obeyed.

“How do you feel?” I asked when he was done.

“Good.” He let out a little sigh. “Really good.”

“That’s good,” I added a little purr to my voice. “You like being good for me, don’t you?”

He made a soft sound, not quite a whimper, but almost a moan. “Yes.”

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