Page 60 of Trustfall

“Should we eat?” She gestures to the food that was just delivered.

“One more round?” I ask.

“Fine,” she groans.

“Truth or dare?” I ask.

“Dare,” she says, her confidence unwavering, just like every time she's uttered that word tonight. Since I'm getting nowhere trying to get her to open up, I decide to change my approach. Maybe if she won't show vulnerability through words, she'll show it in action.

“Show me how you self-care.”

“W-what?”

“You know. All the self-care you were doing earlier. Show me how you do it.”

“You want to watch me read and take a bath right now?”

A smile pulls at my lips as I inch closer to her. “No. I don’t want to watch you read and take a bath.”

“Then…” I see the exact moment realization hits her. “You want to watch me g-get myself off?”

I nod, keeping my eyes latched onto hers. The room fills with charged energy as I wait to see if she will take the bait. She’s so fearless when it comes to some things and so unsure when it comes to others.

“I don’t—” she starts speaking in a near whisper. “I don’t have the proper, um…equipment with me.”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle at her phrasing, but then her words hit me, and my insides turn molten. Suddenly, this isn’t merely a silly little dare anymore. I need to see how she comes undone when no one is looking, when she lets go of all the insecurities that surround her and takes charge of her own pleasure.

“So, get it. You live next door, after all,” I say, my voice thick with lust.

She looks down for a moment, flicking the cuticle on her thumb with the nail of her index finger.

“Uh uh, baby,” I say, lifting her chin up. “Don’t hide.”

At first, I think she’s going to flat-out say “no,” or take the scrunchie off her wrist as a show of forfeit. She might even slap me across the face, and I will have deserved it. But to my surprise, she stands up, moves across the room, and walks out the front door.

Of course, I may have offended her to the point of no return, and I’ll never see her again, but something tells me she’ll be back.

Five of the longest minutes of my life tick by before I finally hear the door unlatch and creak open. Emory saunters in, shutting the door behind her. She’s holding a black box, giving me a slight knowing smile before she heads down the hallway in the direction of my bedroom. When I don’t immediately follow, she looks back over her shoulder.

“You coming, or am I doing this alone again?”

Again. Jesus. I say a prayer of thanks to every deity I can think of.

Buddha… Zeus… that dude fromMoana.

Then I follow her to my bedroom.

Emory lies on the bed, her legs hanging off the end, and I pull out the chair from my desk to sit down. I see her throat move up and down as she swallows, and her shirt slides up slightly as she bends over to take off her shoes.

She peels her leggings off next and tosses them to the floor. Then she pushes her shirt—my shirt—up and off, and it joins her leggings on the floor. Fuck, she wasn’t even wearing a bra this whole time. One missed dare and I could have been greeted by her naked tits earlier.

This is much better, though.So much better.

“I…I usually start with my underwear still on,” she says so softly, it’s almost incoherent. She reaches over and opens the black box that’s sitting on the end table, taking out a magenta-colored vibrator.

She presses a button on the side of it, and a low buzzing starts up. She brings it down slowly, flicking her eyes to me for assurance. I hold her gaze as I nod. With my silent approval, she slides it down lower, just above her pubic bone, and her eyes move down to where she holds the vibrator. I stand up from my seat, kneeling before her.

“Look at me,” I command.

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