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My face flames as I read the text. Has he got mind- reading powers or something?

Me:That’s none of your business!

Alastor King:I’m your rehab sponsor, everything you do sex- wise is my business

Bloody hell. I still can’t believe I’ve agreed to this.

Me:Fine. If you’re that desperate to know, I was just about to try out the suction cup one in the shower

Alastor King:I think you should leave off wanking in the shower for a bit

Me:What? Why?

Alastor King:You think of Trent when you’re in there

Shame burns through me at the reminder. I can’t

believe I told him that. He said he didn’t judge me, but I don’t believe him. Even if Alastor King wasn’t a judge- mental prick to begin with, how could anyone not judge me for that?

Me:You said the dildo would help

Alastor King:And I think it will. But probably not straight away

Me:What do you suggest then oh wise one?

Alastor King:I’m sensing some sarcasm and it’s not appreciated

Me: ??

Alastor King:Stick the dildo to the fridge and put some porn on. You can fuck yourself while you watch some brothers go at it

Shit. Another thing I can’t believe I told him. But it’s out there now...

M:Are you having a go at me?

Alastor King:Hell no. You being into cest is the hottest thing about you

I stare at the screen for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of that comment. Before I can think of a reply, my phone starts ringing with a call from Alastor.

“What?” I grunt into the phone. “Why are you calling me?”

“So I can listen to you wank.”

“Excuse me?”I ask, barely able to speak through my incredulity .

“It’s on the list, Macey—masturbating with an audi- ence. I figured this would be the best way to do it...unless you want to tick it off at the group sex hang?”

Fucking hell. I know I can use the safe word if I really want, but something is telling me that’s what Alastor’s expecting, and I don’t want to prove him right. But I also don’t someone—especially Alastor King—listening to me get myself off.

“You want to hear me wank?”

“God no,” he grumbles. “I’m doing this for you.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re a real humanitarian.”

“Yep, I’m expecting the award any day now,” he says

wryly. “Now, are you going to keep being a little bitch or are you going to have a wank? ‘cause I’m seriously knack- ered and I want to get some sleep.”

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