Page 29 of Hide From Me

Font Size:

Page 29 of Hide From Me

“Put me on speakerphone and then touch yourself for me.”

It took me far too long to remember how to put the phone down and hit the speakerphone button.

I slid my now free hand back to my clit and started the rhythm all over again.

“That’s better, Rylee. Now make yourself come for me.”

My body was begging for release, and I tried to find the right rhythm, tried to find what I needed.

“Princess, do you remember how I touched you at the gallery?”

“Mm-hmm.” That was the best I was able to do for a response, but just the mention of the gallery had the images coming alive inside of my head and my memory seemed to takeover. Within seconds, I was panting and out of breath as the heat pooled lower and the coil of my need tightened until I exploded around my little trustworthy friend.

“Fucking hell, Cas.”

I hadn’t meant to yell his name. In fact, I should have been asking so many questions, but instead, the sound of his little chuckle had my pussy clenching again. That had been a ride, and I just lay in my bed trying to slow my damn breathing. It hadn’t been what he’d done to me at the gallery, but still. I’d never come that hard before him.

I was royally screwed.

“I gotta go, blossom, but, Rylee?”

My eyes had fallen closed at this point and I had to force them open, like that would help me listen to him.

“What, Cas?”

I sighed in contentment.

“Don’t do that again, not until I’m there. I can see everything you do, blossom.”

What the fuck?

I bolted up in bed.

“What the hell does that mean?”

That splashed cold water onto my euphoria. It made sense. He’d called and not even missed a beat.

“How can you see me? Have you been watching me this whole time?”

He didn’t answer.

“Rylee, just do what I say, and the cameras? I’ve always watched you, from the day you left to now. Someone needs to protect you.”

The call ended, and I didn’t know what to think, and I wasn’t even sure if I should be embarrassed or not.

What did he mean by the cameras? My vibrator was still in my hand as I headed to the bathroom. Was there a camera in here? Certainly not. But my bedroom? What the fuck?

At this point, my body still wanted to just chill and revel in the orgasm his fucking memory gave me. My brain was against that shit and wanted to figure out what to do.

Did I give him a show? No. I wasn’t there yet. God, how many shows had he witnessed? Even just me sleeping naked, enjoying the feel of the sheets on my body, because maybe I was fucking starved of all touch at this point in my life.

I opened the door and looked both ways, like that was going to tell me where he could watch me from, but I still did it before I raced for my phone and ran back into the bathroom and into my closet. I wanted to piss him right the fuck off. Obviously, I could please myself against his words, but that didn’t seem like enough. I dialed Cali as an idea popped into my head.

The second Cali picked up, I had a plan.

“What is that club you were telling me about?”

I heard her rustle around.




Top Books !
More Top Books

Treanding Books !
More Treanding Books