Page 39 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
I pick up my phone and see that it is Nash. I adjust my hair as if he’s going to see it and then take a deep breath.
“Hello?” I answer. I put on my best sultry voice, keeping it low and a little rough. I have a pretty good idea about why he’s calling, but I’m not going to give anything away.
“What did I tell you?” Nash asks, his voice gravelly.
“I don’t know. Whatdidyou tell me?”
“Well,” he draws out, “if you scroll past all those pictures you sent me, up to that last text I sent you, you’ll see what I’m talking about.” I don’t need to scroll because I remember that last text.
“Oh, you mean the one that says not to tease. I didn’t know what that meant.”
“So, we’re going to play this game?” he growls.
I smile.
“I’m not playing one right now, but I can always start if you want me to. I am at your beck and call.”
“Oh, you little vixen,” Nash rumbles. He clears his throat. “I’m going to be home in three hours.” His voice is low, probably so only I can hear him. “Make sure Brenda goes home for the night. When I walk in the door, I want you completely naked. I want you blindfolded. I want you on all fours, with your bottom facing the door. Do you understand?”
I’m speechless. All I can do is think about Nash walking through the entryway, and I’m right there, prepared for him the way he wants. My hand goes to my chest as I clutch my beating heart.
“Nellie? Do I have to repeat myself?” he demands.
“No, everything will be ready when you get home. I promise.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He hangs up, and I’m left gripping my phone. I take a deep breath, tense with thoughts of Nash coming home later.
So he wants me on all fours, naked, and ready to accept his length as soon as he’s home. Well, naked except for a blindfold.
I wonder what I can use as a blindfold. We don’t have any of that kind of stuff lying around. But there has to be some kind of cloth or scarf that I can make into what I need.
And I should probably go help Brenda out in the kitchen so that she can go home early. I’m sure after Nash has his way with me, he’ll be massively hungry. Tonight, I’m going to cater to him in every way possible.
I sit up in my lounge chair, resting my chin against my knees. A smile cracks across my face.
It’s going to be a great night.
12
Nash
Igot out of my very important investor meeting to see twenty texts from Nellie on my phone. At first, I thought that something was wrong, but then I opened my phone to find a myriad of pictures of Nellie by the pool in all kinds of sinful positions. My blood pressure skyrocketed and I could feel my pulse begin to hammer like a drum.
“Is everything okay?” Colt asks me.
I look up.
“Nellie has decided to tease me a little bit. I think I need to give her a little talk.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you to it.” Colt grins and strolls to his office. I go to mine for some privacy. I scroll through the photos she sent me again, covering my mouth with my hand and running it down to my chin.
“Jesus Christ, Nell.” She must have been having the time of her life, knowing exactly what these photos would do to me. She’s in all sorts of spread-eagle positions, showing off her honey spot while toying with her ruby red nips. There’s even one where the camera’s directed straight at her little hole as she pulls herself open, letting me see as far as possible into her swollen pink tunnel.
The little cocktease.
I dial her number, waiting for the answer.
“Hello?” comes her innocent voice.
