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Wait… Xavier didn’t say he would be with them when he calls. Just that he will call at eleven.
Maybe he has a plan up his sleeve. Maybe he doesn’t.
Either way, I’m going to put on an absolutely amazing show for him. And if Derek happens to be watching, too, well, he’ll just have to be the one getting tortured this time.
Chapter 37
Emery
Ten fifty-eight.
One gajillion beats per minute.
Is one gajillion even a number? The way my heart is beating, it sure feels like it should be a number.
Also, is it cold in here, or are these shivers from nerves?
This whole thing is so far out of the fucking realm of normal for me. I mean, my life hasn’t exactly been normal, but it’s never been naked in a BDSM dungeon apartment owned by four men, waiting on a video call so they can watch me fuck a silicone dick while my clit is vibrated into submission.
Is this a bad idea? Probably.
Should I answer the call when it comes through? Probably not.
Am I going to? Also, probably.
I already have the phone attached to the tripod in portrait mode. The angle has been tested with the camera to make sure that it is perfectly aimed at the Sybian and won’t cut my head off. Now, while I wait for the call, I’m kneeling in front of the phone, continuously tapping at the screen to check the time.
Ten fifty-nine.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
Nope, okay. Deep breath.
I can hang up. I can turn the switches off. I can leave.
I’m not tied down. I’m not restrained.
They aren’t here to make sure I come until I black out.
And there are no orgasm restrictions in place. I’m free to come five-thousand times if I like. Or none at all.
Before I’m finished giving myself my pep talk, the screen lights up with Xavier’s name.
Xavier
Video Call
Taking a deep breath, I dig deep for my inner brat, lean forward, and accept the call. It takes a few seconds, but then it loads. His face fills the screen, eyes dropping from my face down to my tits, which are on display because I’m naked.
His throat bobs as his gaze comes back up. “Are you ready?”
Throat so tight it feels like it’s closed, I nod. Why the fuck am I so nervous? I’m in control here.
“I need words, little dove.”
Squaring my shoulders, I stare directly at the phone. “I’ve been ready since I woke up.”
“Are you wet?”
