Page 5 of Ring Me

He nodded slowly. “Do you have any questions you want to ask me?”

“I feel like I asked you a lot already.”

“Online and in person are different. This is your chance, or we can skip to the part where you outline the scene you want to do.”

I got his meaning. Last chance to talk before we begin. I squirmed nervously, rummaging through my head for any questions I'd regret not voicing. Sure, I could ask him things later, when this was... over... but this was my last shot at full disclosure. His, too, before we did something neither of us could take back.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked.

His head angled to the side. “Met with someone for sex?”

“No. Well, yes. But more like, the whole roleplaying, and no strings attached, just... this situation specifically.” He'd mentioned not fucking drunk girls. How many others had there been before me? Or was I special? Did I want to be?

“I've never met up with someone from the internet to fulfill a sexual fantasy. I never thought I'd get involved this deep, actually. But after talking to you online, I was intrigued enough that I spent some time reading about the kinks you mentioned in our chats. Now I'm honestly eager to do it with you, Cherry.”

A tension I didn't know I was holding onto released in me. “Oh.”

“You're smiling,” he noted.

Smoothing my hands over my hair, I blushed until my ears were scalding. “Let's change the subject.”

“We can. But the next topic is all you.” The blue in his eyes shifted, becoming darker. His voice was deeper. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. What you need me to be. And when you're done, and ready, speak the word to begin our play session.”

Neptune, I thought anxiously. I slid my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting it. Conner fixated on the movement. Nothing I did escaped him, and knowing I was the object of his full attention was making the insides of my thighs wet. “And you won't judge me.”

“Not at all.”

“Or laugh.”

“Never,” he growled, like he was furious at the idea anyone would dare to do that to me. The savage sound made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I loved his answer. Loved it.

“I want...” I started, then drew in a big gulp of air. “I want you to pretend you're dangerous. Someone sent to kidnap me because I'm the daughter of a rich and powerful rival who wronged you, and your plan is to humiliate me, turn me into some dirty whore and tape it to play for everyone my father knows.” Halfway through telling him my fantasy, I'd dropped my eyes to my knees.

Conner's fingers touched my chin. “Look at me,” he whispered. It took all of my courage to do what he asked. His handsome face was the same stoic expression as earlier, but the wild lust in his eyes was raging. “I'm into it. Okay?”

“You are?” I asked dubiously.

He reached down, making sure I watched as he palmed the massive hard-on in his jeans. The sight of it made my body tingle. “I'll play your blackmail scene, Cherry. I'll sink into your fantasy one hundred and one percent. No hurting you. Nothing gross. Anything else?”

My breath kept catching in my throat. It made my voice high, wobbly. “Did you bring condoms?”

He smirked. “Plenty.”

Did he think we'd need more than one? Was it possible for him to make this last into the late hours of the night, so that the scene never ended, or so we could do an entirely different one? My panties were slick under my dress at the very idea. “Okay. Then I think I'm ready. Stand up.” He blinked, but he did so. I hopped off the bed, walking to the door. Opening it, I waved him into the hall.

Conner turned to face me, watching with interest as I closed the door until there was just a thin crack to see through. He filled my vision. I glanced down at his erection, blushing harder than ever, my stomach tight from arousal. “Neptune,” I said firmly. Then I shut the door.

Backing up, I looked around the room, my limbs buzzing from desire, my head fluffy from gin and tonic. I did it, I thought, amazed at myself. The scene was in motion. There was no turning back, now, until I uttered the safe word.

Wanting relief from the sweltering heat, I stripped off my long jacket and left it piled on the floor. Air tickled my bare arms but offered little to cool me down. In the reflective surface of the hotel room's single window, I stared at myself. My innocently pink dress, my smooth, loose red hair curling over my exposed shoulders, my glossy peach lips... I looked the part of the young daughter of some political rival.

Get in the head space, I told myself, running my palms over my belly. I shut my eyes. You're Cherry. A bratty, spoiled girl who's never been with a man. Who thinks she's too good for anyone, and that the world eats out of her palm. No one can tame her.

The door clicked as it opened behind me.

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