Kayden threw her arm
in the direction of her nightstand and snatched up her cell phone. She didn’t
bother looking at the display to ID the caller. Having programmed the tune to
this particular number, she knew who it was.
“Uhmmm.” She executed a one-armed stretch. “Good morning,
Hunter.”
“Good morning, love.” The deep tones that poured through the
phone reached out and gave her slumberous libido a solid shake. “You knew who
it was and still answered the phone?”
“You expected me not to?”
“To be perfectly honest…I had some doubts. There were times
when you gave the impression of not being one hundred percent invested in this
endeavor. And I need you to be one hundred percent.”
“You can stop worrying.”
There was a long pause. “Yes, I believe I can. You sound
different this morning—more confident. I’m proud of you.”
He was proud of her? No one had ever said that to her
before. Not even her mother. It wasn’t that her mom didn’t love her. Working
two jobs and making sure that even if her own wardrobe was lacking, her
daughter’s was up-to-date enough not to be ridiculed by classmates, her mom was
too tired at the end of the day to expend any energy on emotional nurturing.
That Hunter had said the words shouldn’t have mattered. The warm feeling that
spiraled up from her stomach to spread through her chest said just how much it
did.
“Did you like your gifts?”
The loaded question blew through her sappy thoughts like
buckshot. Sitting up, Kayden jammed her pillow against the headboard and
nestled her back into it. “They’re…interesting.”
“Interesting! That’s all? They didn’t turn you on? Get your
pussy juices flowing?”
“A little,” she admitted tentatively.
His deep, sexy laugh spilled through the phone. “Only a
little? Not good enough. Have you ever indulged in any ass play?”
Any lingering fatigue vanished at the blunt question. “No,”
she answered, ignoring the scintillating spasm of her sphincter muscle. “I
never had the desire t—” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Not entirely
true. She’d often fantasized about what it would feel like and had considered
purchasing a small butt plug while on a recent vacation to New Orleans. The
only thing in her bag when she’d left the Bourbon Street shop was a basic
seven-inch, pink plastic vibrator, a large tube of lube and an economy pack of
Mardi Gras beads. The latter a waste of money, since the girls at the office
didn’t believe for one second some guy had tossed them down to her from a
wrought iron balcony because she’d bared her tits.
“You’re awful quiet, Kayden. You didn’t fall asleep on me,
did you?”
No, not yet, but she was certainly hoping to. Naked, her leg
thrown across his thick thigh, her ear pressed against his wide chest, enjoying
the strong beat of his heart. A delicious shiver shook her body. “I’m still
here. And no, I’ve never tried it because I never found anyone I trusted enough
to make me want to.”
Several moments of silence ticked by. “Do you trust me
enough?”
The answer came easily. “Yes.”
“Good. Then are you ready?”
“For what?”
“Anything I ask of you?”
“Yes, Master,” she stated adamantly, wanting him to know
just how serious she was.
“In that case, get up, hang up, leave whatever clothes
you’re wearing on the bedroom floor, go to the door and buzz me in.”
Kayden pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it
like an alien being. Hunter here ? A quick scramble off the bed and peek through
the white mini-blinds covering her bedroom window revealed a black limo down at
the curb.
“Kayden!”
The distant command had her plastering the phone to her ear.
“Sorry. I’ll be right there.”
Flipping her cell closed, she yanked her oversized, smiley
face sleep-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Doubting she’d need
the unsexy garment in the foreseeable future, she kicked it under the bed
in the direction of her nightstand and snatched up her cell phone. She didn’t
bother looking at the display to ID the caller. Having programmed the tune to
this particular number, she knew who it was.
“Uhmmm.” She executed a one-armed stretch. “Good morning,
Hunter.”
“Good morning, love.” The deep tones that poured through the
phone reached out and gave her slumberous libido a solid shake. “You knew who
it was and still answered the phone?”
“You expected me not to?”
“To be perfectly honest…I had some doubts. There were times
when you gave the impression of not being one hundred percent invested in this
endeavor. And I need you to be one hundred percent.”
“You can stop worrying.”
There was a long pause. “Yes, I believe I can. You sound
different this morning—more confident. I’m proud of you.”
He was proud of her? No one had ever said that to her
before. Not even her mother. It wasn’t that her mom didn’t love her. Working
two jobs and making sure that even if her own wardrobe was lacking, her
daughter’s was up-to-date enough not to be ridiculed by classmates, her mom was
too tired at the end of the day to expend any energy on emotional nurturing.
That Hunter had said the words shouldn’t have mattered. The warm feeling that
spiraled up from her stomach to spread through her chest said just how much it
did.
“Did you like your gifts?”
The loaded question blew through her sappy thoughts like
buckshot. Sitting up, Kayden jammed her pillow against the headboard and
nestled her back into it. “They’re…interesting.”
“Interesting! That’s all? They didn’t turn you on? Get your
pussy juices flowing?”
“A little,” she admitted tentatively.
His deep, sexy laugh spilled through the phone. “Only a
little? Not good enough. Have you ever indulged in any ass play?”
Any lingering fatigue vanished at the blunt question. “No,”
she answered, ignoring the scintillating spasm of her sphincter muscle. “I
never had the desire t—” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Not entirely
true. She’d often fantasized about what it would feel like and had considered
purchasing a small butt plug while on a recent vacation to New Orleans. The
only thing in her bag when she’d left the Bourbon Street shop was a basic
seven-inch, pink plastic vibrator, a large tube of lube and an economy pack of
Mardi Gras beads. The latter a waste of money, since the girls at the office
didn’t believe for one second some guy had tossed them down to her from a
wrought iron balcony because she’d bared her tits.
“You’re awful quiet, Kayden. You didn’t fall asleep on me,
did you?”
No, not yet, but she was certainly hoping to. Naked, her leg
thrown across his thick thigh, her ear pressed against his wide chest, enjoying
the strong beat of his heart. A delicious shiver shook her body. “I’m still
here. And no, I’ve never tried it because I never found anyone I trusted enough
to make me want to.”
Several moments of silence ticked by. “Do you trust me
enough?”
The answer came easily. “Yes.”
“Good. Then are you ready?”
“For what?”
“Anything I ask of you?”
“Yes, Master,” she stated adamantly, wanting him to know
just how serious she was.
“In that case, get up, hang up, leave whatever clothes
you’re wearing on the bedroom floor, go to the door and buzz me in.”
Kayden pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it
like an alien being. Hunter here ? A quick scramble off the bed and peek through
the white mini-blinds covering her bedroom window revealed a black limo down at
the curb.
“Kayden!”
The distant command had her plastering the phone to her ear.
“Sorry. I’ll be right there.”
Flipping her cell closed, she yanked her oversized, smiley
face sleep-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Doubting she’d need
the unsexy garment in the foreseeable future, she kicked it under the bed
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