Page 69 of Valentine's Slave

The remote is nowhere to be found, and I don’t have time to change out of these useless panties. They feature a little pocket where the mini vibrator is tucked against my clit, but it won’t do me any good dead and silent unless I grind myself on it against the chair.

I’ll find the remote later, and I call out a goodbye to Hailey and Malcolm as I leave.

I don’t even remember the name of the guy I’m meeting tonight, but we’re meeting at a cocktail bar in Lower Manhattan, and I plan to get good and wasted and hope that the guy isn’t a tool.

He’s on time, a sandy-haired man with scruff, a medium build, and a trench coat. Maybe this was Mike . . . or Alex? I’ve been talking to so many guys online I have all the little snippets of conversation mixed up in my head. They were all the same, anyway. He looks happy to see me, and he gives me an awkward handshake as we head into the bar.

We sit at a high table by the window, and I take off my coat, hanging it on the back of the stool. I order red wine to start, and he has a beer. Mike or Alex, or whatever his name is, asks me how my week was. I don’t tell him anything real, and then he rambles on about his job, and I zone out.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and even after five days, hope still jets through me.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, getting up quickly. As soon as I’m around the corner, I pull out my phone. It’s an unknown number.

Unknown:Your master wants to play.

What the fuck?

Me:Who is this?

My heart is pounding. Valentino is the only one I’ve ever called ‘master’. What sick game is this, now?

Unknown:Your date isn’t going to touch you. Only I get to do that.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Me:Why won’t you tell me your name?

Unknown:I did. Your master.

This is getting a little weird, even if it is Valentino, which it must be . . . right?

Me:That contract is over

Unknown:Is it?

I don’t know what to think, and I walk back, looking all around. Is Valentino here? How does he know where I am? Fed up now, I send another text.

Me:Come out of hiding, you coward

Stuffing my phone back into my pocket, I return to the table where Mike/Alex has ordered nachos. But I haven’t even sat down when I feel something buzz against my pussy. The little vibrator has turned on all by itself, and I gasp out of pure shock and sensation.

“You okay?” Mike/Alex across from me asks. He’s not my date. He’s just a random guy, and it’s true—he won’t be touching me. I have no interest in him, whatsoever.

My heart is racing. The buzzing stops just as soon as it started, but I’m already breathing fast.

“I’m fine. I—I thought I was going to drop my phone,” I lie. “What were you saying about Florida?”

He gets back into his self-absorbed story, and I reach for my glass of wine. At that same second, the vibrator springs to life again, sending jagged pulses through my unprepared clit.

I squeeze the glass tighter so I won’t drop it, and shakily bringing it to my lips, I down half the glass.

The alcohol hits me, paired with another buzz between my legs, and I cough to cover my accidental moan. As if that weren’t enough, my phone buzzes again.

I can’t help it. I slide my phone out for a quick second to read the message through the lock screen.

Unknown:Come outside.

Who does he think he is to abandon me for a week and then have the nerve to prance right back into my life as if nothing had happened and interrupt me in the middle of a date? Maybe I was really liking this Mike/Alex (puke), but how would Valentino know? Iknowit’s him, and I keep glancing around looking for him.

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