Page 49 of Masked Sins
I frantically sit up, pull my glasses on, and smooth my hair, running my tongue over my lips and teeth so I don’t look like I just woke up.
Crap, crap, crap.
I hit the answer button, hoping the still-dark bedroom will work to my advantage. Starboy is muted again, and today, he’s wearing his mask but no hoodie—just a black, long-sleeved shirt.The balaclava covers his whole head, though, so I can’t even tell what color his hair is.
His video is also just as dark as last night.
“Morning,” he signs.
“Morning,” I croak.
“Did you just wake up?”he asks, signing.
I smile sheepishly. “Yes. I was up late envisioning a masked man breaking into my house because I stupidly gave a stranger my home address.”
His shoulders shake with laughter. “A nightmare or a daydream?”
I smile. “A little of both,” I say.
He laughs again. “There’s a package waiting for you at your door.”
Perking up, I tilt my head. “Already?”
He shrugs. “You don’t live far from me.”
I get out of bed and hold the phone up as I walk to the front door. “Is this the part where you start stalking me?”
He cocks his head. “Would you like that?”
I smile. “It depends. Hold on one second.”
Setting the phone down, I open my front door to see a small, matte black box with a black ribbon and bow. Butterflies erupt inside me when I retrieve it, and I can’t help but grin as I pick my phone back up and walk to the kitchen table.
I’m wearing a white cami and dark purple boy shorts, so I set the camera up to show myself from the neck up as I sit down and open the box.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I say softly.
I untie the bow and pull the ribbon off the box, and then I lift the lid up.
A dainty gold bracelet is clasped around a black, small velvet pillow, and I smile even wider when I realize there’s a small, golden disk with a diamond constellation in the middle.
Stars for Starboy.
“Do you like it?”Starboy asks, leaning forward.
My throat constricts slightly. “This is really nice. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I unclasp it and put it on. The thin, golden chain hangs delicately around my wrist, and it’s discreet, so wearing it won’t annoy me.
“I like to get my submissive a gift when they sign the contract,”he says slowly. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I thought it would be a good way for you to remember who you belong to.”
Arousal pierces through me, and I look down at the bracelet. “Thank you.”
“I should go, but let’s talk tonight at 10p.m.”
“I had one question about the contract,” I blurt quickly. He leans forward, waiting for me to continue. “You marked N/A for the in-person parts of the contract…” I look down, suddenly embarrassed to ask the question that’s eating me up.
