Page 62 of Hushed

The buzzing stopped within seconds of her hitting send, and another voice note appeared in her in box.

“Sweetheart, you make me proud. I’ll reward you later tonight.”

The rest of the evening passed much like that, with him ramping her up, and her pleading with him to either let her come or turn the toy off. And she learned a lot about the different types of play that turned her on. She wasn’t a fan of formal high protocol D/s, and she found the idea of public humiliation intriguing yet terrifying, but she was convinced that degradation in private would be an enormous turn on. Every type of sensation play she’d witnessed so far, from knives to whips, to candle wax were on her list of things to try.

Now, she was in a golf cart being driven back to their cabin by Amalia’s husband, Mitch. She’d wanted to walk, but Gage forbade it.

When the golf cart pulled up outside the cabin, she said goodnight to Mitch and stood on the porch until the cart was out of sight. Inside, she plugged her phone in and waited for Gage’s next message.

It came as a phone call.

“Hey,” she answered, suddenly shy.

“Hey back. I just landed. How are you?”

She curled up on the couch and pulled a blanket over her lap. “Tormented,” she teased.

“You don’t know what torment is, little imp. Seriously, how are you?”

She sighed. “I’m good, Sir. That was a fun night, but I’m sad you’re not here. This cabin is quiet and lonely.”

“I’m sorry I had to leave. Are you tired?”

She thought about it and decided she wasn’t. “Not really. I’m wired and horny.”

“Good. Just the way I want you then. I need to check in with someone, and then I’m going to call you back. Can I call you on video?”

Her face heated. He wanted to see her?

“What do you want to do?”

He growled. “What do you think I want to do?”

“Make me come?” she asked hopefully.

He laughed. “Indeed. But I want to see your sexy face when you do. You don’t have to show me anything else unless you want to.”

She blew out a breath. “OK. A video call sounds good. Especially if I get to see your face, too.”

He chuckled. “That’s usually how video calls work, babe. I gotta run. I’ll call you in an hour, two at most.”

She wanted to groan about how long of a wait that was but figured that might make him change his mind about letting her come, so she just whispered, “Yes, Sir,” and ended the call.

As she did, the toy switched on again. According to the app, it still had thirty percent battery life. Hopefully, that was enough to last until he called her back.

She pulled her laptop out and tried to ignore the hum between her legs. Thankfully, he’d set it on a low setting that was going to keep her on the edge and not actually make her come.

Forty-five minutes later, she wasn’t so thankful, and she was irritated when his name popped up requesting a video chat. She was tempted to ignore it but wanted to come too bad to be a brat.

When his face appeared on the screen, she sucked in a breath. He’d changed into a crisp white dress shirt and combed his hair and now appeared to be in some kind of vehicle.

“Where are you?” she asked after saying hello.

“In a limo on the way to the White House.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He lifted an eyebrow, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

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