6. Elle
6
ELLE
Sunday
I stood in my mirror giving myself a silk press. My 4C hair was a two-day process, which I’d started yesterday: washing, deep conditioning, and blow drying my hair. I was so thankful that one of my VIP’s couldn’t come to her appointment; I needed the extra rest. I did not expect Declan to come to my shop and keep me company for most of the night. There wasn’t a dull moment, which was shocking to me because whenever I was around the family, he seemed quiet. I’d always thought he was handsome but learning how smart and silly he made him even finer to me.
By the end of the night, I hated how much I’d learned about him because I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I went home. His foot fetish intrigued me so bad because I was thinking about the many ways I could tease him. I picked up on it the first time he looked at my feet, but it wasn’t confirmed until I caught him staring at them. I’d had a foot fetish sub before, and he was one of the freakiest people I’d ever come across. That one was lucky I would never break my ‘no-sexual intercourse’ with my subs clause. However, I didn’t pick up Declan’s freak levels and that was slightly scary. If we hung out again, I was confident I would be able to pick up on something. But hanging out with him again in a private setting would be dangerous. I may not have been able to pick up his sex game readings, but I could train a big dick to do what I wanted it to do.
Declan and his foot fetish were on my mind when I went to get my toes done. I’d chosen Perky Peach just for him, but I ended up loving it just like I knew he would. I wished I could have seen his face when he first opened his messages, especially with how fast he got nervous. Last night, after realizing how reluctant he was to talk about it, I never brought it up again. But yesterday, I wanted to give him a slight nudge to see where he was with it. His immediate begging told me I’d had him on the hook, but when he didn’t send the money in the allotted time, I blocked him. After two hours, I unblocked him, but I hadn’t heard him since, which kind of threw me off. Usually, my subs were begging me to talk to them by now, but it had been radio silence from Declan.
The radio silence was why I had to come into the shop early, so I could keep my mind busy. On one hand, I wondered if I’d came off too strong for Declan and ran him off. On the other hand, the last two nights with him were fun, and even if he didn’t want to explore his foot fetish, I felt like I could consider him a friend. He was easy to talk to, smart mouth and all. I wondered how we could be friends with his girlfriend breathing over his shoulder. I knew the type of woman Winter was and the second Declan started to give another woman his attention, she’d want to close the relationship.
I leaned in the mirror, setting my side part with the back of my hot comb when my phone vibrated against my vanity. Glancing down, Winter’s name popped up and my hot comb slipped out of my hand on my phone. Not thinking, I pushed the hot iron of my phone with my bare hand, burning the shit out of my palm.
“Ow! Oh my God. Oh my God.”
I walked over to my refrigerator and pulled out one of the water bottles, sighing at the instant relief from the coolness. For a second, I moved the bottle to see how much damaged I’d done, and it wasn’t bad. I walked back over to phone to read Winter’s text message when Greysen’s picture popped up.
I answered. “Hey, Grey, girl.”
“I’m in labor! Me and Diesel are the on the way to the hospital now!”
“What! Eek!” I squealed. “I’ll meet you there!” I said and ended the call.
That news took the sting away from my hand as I ran around the room trying to gather my things. I was so thankful I’d decided to look decent before I came to the shop because I didn’t want to miss a thing. I knew she wanted me and Diesel in the room with her. I looked around the room again to make sure everything was turned off, then switched out cool water bottles for the burn on my hand. I grabbed my phone and my tote and left my salon.
Trying to do everything with one hand was slowing me down, but I couldn’t put the water bottle down. On the way to the hospital, the heavy afternoon tourist traffic was slowing me down even more. When I finally made it to the hospital, the parking lot gods was on my side and there was a spot in front of the building. The ten minutes it took me to get to the hospital made me feel like I’d missed everything.
When I rushed into the building, time seemed to slow down quite a bit. I saw him leaning against the wall, dressed like he’d been out in the grove working—his head was in his phone and his free hand was shoved in his pocket, showing the rim of his briefs. The burning went from my hand to my cheeks thinking about last night. By the time I’d approached him, I’d come back to my senses.
“Hey, um…” I paused when he cut his eyes to me, like he was confused I was talking to him.
“Elle Belle,” I heard my name.
I looked to see Greysen’s dad standing in the middle of the waiting room.
I approached him. “Hey, Mr. McCree. How is she? How are you?”
Pulling him into a hug, I saw Quinci, Dymon, and Winter, jolting me back into reality. Of course, Declan would look at me weird for talking to him in front of Winter. It had me wondering what the rules of their open relationship were since he’d looked at me how he did.
“I’m okay, I’m okay. She said they’ll come get you after they get her in a room.”
“Oh okay, good.”
We walked over to the two empty seats and sat down.
“Hey y’all,” I waved at them.
Dymon threw his head back and Quinci waved at me. Winter looked up at me, and I slightly froze.
“Hey girl, I was just texting you before Grey went into labor,” she said.
“Oh, I haven’t had a chance to look at it. I was trying to rush here.”
“I was just asking if you had chance to squeeze me in, but I know you don’t work after a certain time on Sunday’s. Do you know if you’ll be able to fit me in this week?”
“Yeah, probably…” My eyes followed the person who got up to leave the waiting room, stealing a look at Declan, who was still looking at his phone. “I’ll have to look at my schedule.”
Declan took the empty seat, and I looked away, opening my bag and pretending to look around for something. I pulled my phone out and put it in my lap. I didn’t know why I was so fucking rattled when me and Declan hadn’t even kissed. All I’d gotten from him was a smart mouth, and maybe a few sexual innuendoes, which was not enough to be rattled by his presence.
“So, how you been, Elle? How’s Bill? I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“I have been well. When I’m not working, I’m over at Grey’s helping her do something. It seems like we always miss each other coming and going out there. And Bill is fine. Still the same. You know how he is. Old and stubborn.”
I crossed my legs to adjust the toe ring on my middle toe. My eyes automatically flicked to Declan, and I caught him looking at my toes. I rubbed my lips together, trying to hide my smile.
“If he heard you say that…”
“Don’t I know it.”
My phone vibrated on my lap, and it was a message from Declan. I wondered how he knew I’d unblocked him.
Dec: Adjust that foot.
Out the corner of my eyes, I saw him holding his phone as if he was on it, but I now knew he was taking pictures. I stretched my legs, and crossed my feet, giving him the bottom of my shoes, before sending him a text back.
Me: Nothing in life is free.
As if he was waiting for my response, the dots immediately popped on the screen.
Dec: How much?
I had to bite my lip to stop from smiling, but I didn’t respond.
Luckily his texts were distracting me from how long it took for the nurse or whoever to come and get me.
Dec: I’ll pay whatever.
I didn’t respond.
Dec: Oh, I see.
Oh, the frustration on his face when he realized I was purposely not responding.
Dec: Okay, I know what you are.
I didn’t know what that meant, but I was intrigued. In the middle of texting him back, I noticed him press the side button on his phone and place it on his knee.
The minutes were starting to seem longer, and no one had come out to get me. I tried not to think about the time I sat in the same spot, waiting on a nurse to let me back for Greysen after she’d gotten the news her first baby girl had passed away inside of her.
Just when I was getting ready to text Diesel, Dymon stood up and gathered everybody’s attention. Diesel rolled Greysen in the room in a wheelchair, still pregnant. I stood and approached them first.
“Awee. Braxton Hicks?”
“Yes,” she huffed. “I’m not even dilated.”
“Hey, baby. Did the doctors say anything?” her dad asked.
“Nothing, but he’s still baking, perfectly healthy, and—” Diesel started.
“And almost ten pounds,” Greysen finished his sentencing, sighing again, making me laugh.
She wanted that baby out of her and I didn’t blame her, especially since her daughter was nowhere near as big when she was born.
Mrs. Vivian rushed into the waiting room. “Did we miss anything?”
“No, we were just leaving,” Diesel said.
Mr. Duncan came in behind them, holding his granddaughters as Declan’s son walked next to him.
“Braxton Hicks,” Mrs. Vivian informed him.
“Oh, man. I’m sorry, Grey,” Mr. Duncan apologized. “He’s just a stubborn Danger man. That’s how we come out,” he finished and rubbed Donovan’s head, making him laugh.
“You got that right,” Mrs. Vivian agreed, making him cut her eyes at him.
“So, yeah, we about to go home, and let him continue to bake,” Diesel announced.
As he rolled her out of the room, we all followed behind them outside to Diesel’s car. After he helped her inside, I leaned inside the car and hugged her.
“Awee, un-poke that lip, babe. He’s going to come out soon,” I teased.
“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t even know you were alive, because I could have sworn I told you to text me when you got home days ago. I was just hoping and wishing on a prayer you answered when I called.”
I burst out laughing. “We haven’t talked since I left your house?”
“No, we have nottt,” she sang.
“Oh, well—”
Diesel got in the car on the other side. “Elle, are you coming over?”
“Um, I have to take care of some things first. I need to look at my…” I patted my tote for my phone, but realized I didn’t have it. “I’ll just text you. I have to go back inside and get my bag.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.”
I hugged her and then closed her inside.
Walking back inside the building, I went into the waiting room to grab my bag and saw Declan leaning by the bathroom door. Seeing him made me stop short, but I kept going, purposely looking away from him after remembering the look he’d given me earlier. As I picked up my bag, I turned around and bumped into a brick wall.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
He grabbed my wrist and took the water bottle out of my hand. Suddenly, the burning sensation was starting to come back.
“I thought so. Do you have anything to cover that?”
“It’s not bad, Declan. I have had worse.”
“I’m going to come and wrap it for you. Your shop or your house?”
“I don’t need—”
“Your shop or—”
“My house. Geez.” I pulled out of his grasp, snatched the water bottle from him, and walked around him. I felt him staring at me until I was out of the waiting room.
My heart rate didn’t return to normal until I was out of the building. Three spots over from my dad’s truck, Winter’s car was backed in. Through the windshield, I saw her in the passenger seat, laid back with her feet on the dashboard. I got in the truck, turned it on, and sat there for a few moments, trying to collect myself. In the rearview mirror, I watched Declan and Donovan walk out of the building. I held my breath as if he was getting ready to walk to my truck. When he opened the car door, he glanced at my truck and slightly winked, like he knew I was looking. After Donovan got in the back seat, he pulled out.
“What is wrong with you, Elle, girl?” I mumbled.
I backed out of the parking space and headed home.
There were several times where I’d been in the same room with the men who I’d had sex with and their significant others; I’d never been as nervous as I was while in the same room as Winter and Declan. To make matter worse, nothing serious had gone on between me and Declan.
As soon as I made it home, I went inside and immediately grabbed a cooler water bottle from the fridge. I sat at my dining room table and waited for Declan to come over. I’d been living on my own for years, and I could count on one hand how many men had been inside my home, including family. Not to even mention, the man told me he was coming over. Declan didn’t ask. He told me he was coming over, and I was sitting at my dining room table, waiting. He didn’t even tell me a time, and there I was, waiting.
Thirty minutes had gone by with no text or call from him, and I laughed at myself for being stupid. As soon as I stood up, there were three knocks on my front door, startling me. I didn’t have to look at my ring camera to know it was Declan at the door. I took my time walking to the door, leaving him waiting on me like he’d left me. When I opened it, he stood there holding a first aid kit, looking down at me with a grin on his face.
“Hi, Ella.”
I kissed my teeth. “Declan.”
“Why are you pouting?”
“Well, when you’ve kept me waiting…”
“I told you a time?”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling because he was right.
“If I did, my apologies. I had to stop by work and do a few things, before I came over.”
I opened the door wider and looked around him to see if he was bold enough to drive that girl car over here, but I saw his oversized go-cart next to my dad’s truck.
“Is it okay if I come in? I would like to take care of your hand.”
I nodded quickly and opened the door wider. He walked by me, leaving a lightly scented fruit and woodsy trail behind him. I almost floated behind him because he smelled so good. When I closed the door, I turned to see him looking at all the pictures in my foyer. He knew where I lived, but he’d never had a reason to come into my house. I’d lived here for several years. It was Ms. Sherry’s old house before her last child moved out of the town. When they moved, she let me move in for next to nothing. The three bedrooms and two bathrooms was more than enough space for me.
“Where you want to sit?” he asked me.
“We can go to the dining room.”
He found his way to the dining room and sat in the chair at the end of the table. I stood at the end of the foyer and watched him put the first aid kit on the table. His muscles flexed when he opened the box and took materials out. The way he sat with his legs spread, showed off his bulging thigh muscles and had me thinking devious thoughts. He leaned forward, turned the empty chair toward him, and tapped the seat.
“Why you standing over there?”
I found my senses and walked over and sat down. I didn’t know why he was making me so nervous. Being nervous around men was not me. I was the one who was always in control.
“Let me see, please,” he said, holding his hand out.
I’d been keeping my hand closed in a loose fist, so it stung when I stretched my hand out.
“Ella, how did you do this?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, honestly.”
“Yes, I would, well on second thought, probably not. At least I would know if you were lying because you are terrible at that.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Yo’ mouth is so damn smart. I really didn’t know that.”
He smirked. “I’m going to clean it first. It might sting a little. You think you can handle that?”
He looked at me, waiting for an answer.
“Y-yes. I can handle it. I have a high pain tolerance.”
“Oh yeah? How high?”
“Very high.”
The subtle smirk on his face as he tore open a packet of antiseptic had my girl tingling. He soaked a cotton swab inside and then grabbed my hand, resting it in his palm. I braced myself when he pulled the cotton swab out of the packet.
“One, two…” he rubbed the swab over my hand.
“Ssss…” I hissed and shot up from the chair.
I had to bounce around so I didn’t focus on the stinging pain shooting through my hand.
“Tolerance isn’t so high after all, I see.”
I glared at him.
“Calm down, Lil’ Bit.” He fanned my hand. “Are you going to tell me how you did this?”
When the pain started to subside, I sat down.
“I was thinking of you, and then Winter texted, and I dropped my hot comb on my phone. Then my Wonder Woman ass pushed it off my phone by the hot part instead of picking it up by the handle. I’m such an idiot.”
“Thinking of me?”
“Yes. Your fetishes and kinks. Why the fuck I’m so nervous around you when we haven’t even done anything yet. This is not me. Like, I feel weird being nervous around you. Not saying you not somebody to be nervous about, but… it’s like why, now, when we been around each other for a while.”
“Hmph. I’m about to go in again with this swab. Let’s see if you can stay in your seat this time,” he responded, once again, ignoring everything I said.
That sounded more like a command, and when his eyes met mine, I knew that was exactly what he meant. When he grabbed the swab, I held my breath, bracing for the stinging pain again.
“It’s better if you breathe through it, Ella,” he advised.
My pussy clenched.
“Oh,” I sighed.
The second I breathed, he rubbed the swab over the burn, forcing me to clench tight, but I stayed in the seat.
“Look at you. You can listen.”
I squinted at him.
He was trying me. Pain or not, I wasn’t about to be punked anymore.
I gazed at him. “I can listen, Declan.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched, and he kept rubbing the cotton swab over my hand. His eyes shifted from mine to my hand.
“Declan,” I sighed.
He responded by licking his bottom lip.
I thought the more he rubbed, the less it would stop stinging, but it was only intensifying, and he knew it, too. We locked eyes, challenging each other.
“I know what you are,” I muttered, echoing his earlier text to me.
He didn’t respond.
“You’re a sadist, Declan.”
He finally removed the cotton swab from my hand but kept his grip on my hand.
“I’m about to put some ointment on your hand.”
“Declan, why didn’t you tell me that you were a Dom.”
“Because I’m not.”
“You’re not denying you’re a sadist.”
“I’m not going to. It’s a long story.”
I nodded. Ironically, from what little he told me, told me a lot about him and his family dynamics. He opened the ointment packet and soaked another cotton swab before rubbing it over my hand.
“You’re embarrassed by it?”
“It should feel good now, right?” he asked, completely ignoring my question.
I nodded and sat back in the seat enough to cross my legs. His eyes immediately went to my feet like I knew they would before he looked back at me with a smirk on his face.
“It does, and your avoidant issues are showing up right now.”
From the look on his face, I could tell he didn’t like that I used that word.
“You just intentionally caused me pain, and you liked it. I liked it. But you’re embarrassed by it. Why?”
“How do you know that?”
The second I said sadist, your face changed. Why?”
He shook his head, picked up a few bandages, and tore them open.
“Is this something else you hadn’t had a chance to explore? You’re confused on why you liked causing me pain.”
“No. When I say it’s a long story, it’s a long story. Can I tell you later?”
“Later?”
“Yeah, when I come back.”
I cocked my head to the side. “So, you’re inviting yourself back to my house, as if you’re being a great guest right now. How do you know I’m not going to be busy later?”
“Will you be busy later?”
“Maybe.”
“Then you’re busy later.”
I kissed my teeth. “Since you don’t wanna talk about you, can you talk about me? You texted me and said you know what I am. What did that mean?”
“It just meant you’ve been in control for so long, so I know you have a little brat up in you. That’s why I said I know what you are. When you don’t get your way, you pout. I told you thirty minutes ago I was coming here to fix your hand and you opened the door pouting because you thought I was coming right behind you.”
“I wasn’t being a brat. You didn’t send the money when you were supposed to, so that was supposed to be my way of punishing you.”
He carefully placed the bandages on my hand, then pulled out a roll of Ace wrap.
“Oh, that’s what you were doing. Punishing me?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. Obviously, it didn’t work.”
His quietness made me anxious, and it showed through my foot starting to shake. He dragged his eyes from my foot, up my leg, and then into my eyes before he wrapped the tape around the bandages. When he finished wrapping my hand, he sat back in the seat and stared at me.
“Oh, it worked, Ella. It drove me fucking nuts because I hate to be ignored. I was excited and pissed at the same time.”
“Oh, really?”
He nodded. “Yeah, really.”
Ignoring the smirk on my face, he gathered the open packets and got up to throw them away.
“The avoidant hates to be ignored. So much iron in that knee.”
He laughed as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.
“You crazy as fuck for real, Ella.”
I got up and walked over to him.
“Tell me how it drove you nuts.”
He looked at me, smirking, as he plucked the excess water in the sink. When he moved over to the paper towel rack, I moved with him, and he looked at me again.
“Ella, you know this is your third time running up on me.”
“You come up in here, trying to rattle me, but when you get rattled, you run.”
“I run? If I can recall, you ran from me first.”
He dried his hands and moved to throw it away, and I moved right with him, challenging him. When he looked at me grinning, I kept a straight face so he would know I was serious. I wanted to bring the Declan who was just turned on from cleaning my hand back out.
“Keep it up, Ella,” he warned with a tap on my nose with his index finger, like I was a little puppy.
“What’s going to happen if I keep it up?”
He didn’t respond.
“How nuts would it drive you if I left yo’ ass standing outside, since you reinvited yourself to my house later?”
When I saw the muscles in his jaws twitch, I knew I was getting to him, and getting to him was getting to me. The wetness started to seep through the seat of my panties.
“What you wishing you could do right now? Muzzle me? Gag—”
Declan yanked me to the nearest wall and gripped my neck, forcing my eyes to widen.
“Yeahhh, scared now, huh? Talked all that fucking shit.”
He dropped his middle finger and thumb on that perfect spot of my esophagus, slowly but surely taking my breath away.
Declan licked his lips. “It’s not so easy to talk now, is it?”
I swallowed as best I could.
“You ain’t never had nobody to tell you to shut the fuck up, have you?”
I gasped for air, and my pussy throbbed just as hard as my brain.
“Yeah, say something now, Ella,” he taunted, squeezing a little harder.
“Dec…” I squeezed out.
Perspiration started to form around the edges of my hair. I was floating to cloud ninety-nine as blood rushed to other parts of my body. I shoved my hands in my pants to relieve some of the pressure off my swollen pussy. Declan snatched my hand out of my leggings and slammed my hand above my head.
“You think you deserve to get a nut?”
“Ple—” I gagged.
The hairs on my body started to stand up.
“Give me your other hand without pouting and I’ll give you some air.”
I squinted.
“Oh, you’re really not in a great position to test me right now, Ella.”
Slowly, I slid my hand above my head, satisfying him. He flashed me the sexiest smile ever before releasing my neck. As I caught my breath, he positioned my burned hand on top of my other one, carefully covering both of my hands with one of his large hands.
“See, what happens when you listen, you get rewarded. How are you feeling?”
I nodded quickly in response.
“When I talk to you, Ella, I need you to talk back to me.”
“I’m-I’m-I’m okay,” I stuttered breathlessly.
He looked down at the mess I’d made to the seat of my leggings and smiled.
“You know, Ella…” He eased his hand down in my panties and covered my pussy with his four fingers. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck.”
He rubbed my pussy roughly, tugging and squeezing on my protruding vulva. Declan had the hands of man who worked outside, and the extra callus’ acted as ridges, making it feel even better. I wasn’t going to last long and that wicked grin on his face told me he knew it too; he probably planned to make me suffer.
“It’s so fucking fat and wet, Ella.”
He used two fingers to spread my lips apart while the other two surrounded my vulva and moved them back and forth slowly.
I bit my lip, holding back my moans while trying not to give him any indicator I was close.
“Oh, don’t even try that. I’ll know,” he warned.
I dropped my head, trying to breathe through the intensity.
“Ella, when you sent me that picture and your demands, I got rock fucking hard, but then I started thinking and wondering what your kinks would be.”
“Declan,” I whimpered, trying to squeeze my legs around his fingers.
He put his foot next to mine and slowly slid it out. Even if I lifted my leg, it would only move his up. He never broke the slow and rough movement of his fingers on my pussy, and the blood was making its way to my clit.
“The gentleman in me should probably ask you what they are, but the—”
“Sadist!” I hissed.
“We can go with that. That part of me wants to find them all with no assistance.”
My knees buckled, and I moved my head into him. “Declan, oh my God, please.” I begged.
“Now, don’t go nowhere. Look at me and tell me why you deserve this nut.”
I started grinding against his hand and he stopped. When I tried to keep grinding against his hand, he moved it out of my panties, making me groan.
“That’s not what I said. What did I say?”
“Look at you and tell you why I deserve that nut.”
“Then why aren’t you doing what I asked.”
Defeated, I looked up at him, nibbling at my bottom lip. Through watery eyes, I saw him staring at me wickedly. Since I done step one, he resumed rubbing my pussy, focusing strictly on my vulva. He didn’t even need to touch my clit to make me nut, because I was two or three more rough tugs from nutting. He moved my head back to the wall with his forehead and kept it resting on mine. When I closed my eyes, he nipped at my bottom lip, and I opened them back up.
“Tell me why you deserve this nut and I’ll give it to you.”
“I waited on you to come here, and I’ll wait for you to come back later. Declan please.”
I would say anything to get him to make me nut. When that didn’t work, I tried to wiggle my hands from under his, and he added more force.
“Now, don’t do that, Ella. Damn it,” he hissed. “Didn’t I tell you good girls get rewarded?”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“I know.” He said and removed his hand from my panties and then my leggings. “A rule of life, my precious, beautiful, sweet woman, is that lessons repeat until they are learned.”
“Declan.” I looked at him with pleading eyes.
“And I only want to teach lessons once.”
He released my hands and went over to the sink to wash his hands, leaving me standing against the wall looking stupid, trying to catch my breath. He dried his hands and walked back over and stood in front of me, and I looked away from him.
“Try not to get that wet and I’ll change it again later.”
He started to walk away and then stopped.
“Oh, yeah.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “And don’t play with yourself while I’m gone.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
“Yeahh, I got you figured out; I know. Let’s make it worth your while. For every hour you manage to be a good girl while I’m gone, send me a video telling me, and I’ll give you a thousand dollars. For every hour.”
“You are not serious?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“How will you know I’m not lying?” I wondered.
“Well, we both know you’re not good at that, don’t we, Ella.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I really hope that’s your way of telling me you understand.”
I didn’t respond.
“Glad we have an understanding. I’ll see you later, okay.”
I nodded with an attitude.
“And then when I called you a brat, you acted confused.”
Before I could respond, he walked away from me and headed to the door.
I didn’t move from the wall until I heard his little oversized go cart start up. I didn’t know what the fuck just happened, but I was about to go to the bathroom and practice my lie face; I was going to chase the orgasm he left me with. On the way to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone off the table. Before I could close myself in the bathroom, my phone vibrated and Declan’s name was on the screen, Facetiming me.
I took a deep breath and answered the phone. The phone connected and he stared out at the road. When he saw I was on the screen, he held his phone up.
“Look at you. Already in the bathroom. Just in case you weren’t only about to clean yourself up, for a barometer, give me the rundown of the video you supposed to send me every hour.”
“For real, Declan!”
“Do I need to come back?”
My shoulders dropped.
“Hey, Declan. I haven’t played with my pussy this hour,” I said with an attitude. “Is that good?”
“I can work with that,” he said and ended the call.
I sat on the toilet and stared at the wall. There wasn’t anything else I could do besides wait.