Chapter 5
blame it on the sativa + smut
Emerald
monday night
I inhale a puff from my weed pen and pull the knitted blanket over my legs, nestling into the couch.
I slip in my earbuds as I press play on my current audiobook.
It’s an age gap romance about a woman and her ex’s brother who’s always pined for her.
This is definitely my kind of carrying on and I am here for it.
Their first spicy scene comes up and it has me squealing to myself. He is so attentive to her and takes his time appreciating her. It’s exactly what I imagine in a dream partner. Much like the hero in this book, the way Rodney pleases his partners is unlike anything I have ever seen.
A flashback reel spins in my mind, hijacking my thoughts to place us in this scene instead. I imagine his large hands roaming my frame, that gruff voice in my ear and those piercing eyes assuming ownership of me. And I’d let him.
I don’t know how I would even ask for it, but maybe I don’t have to?
I’m tempted to make use of his contact, knowing damn well I shouldn’t bother him because I’m not ready for Rodney.
I wouldn’t know how to act if anybody ever catered to me that way.
I’d probably lose my mind and hide in that man’s bushes whenever we were apart.
Nope. That’s all the more reason I should leave that man alone.
What happens in my fantasies must stay in my fantasies.
Leave that man alone, even if he did ask for it.
That’s exactly what I planned to do, but instead I pause my read, and hop off the couch to retrieve my purse. I rummage through it until I find his card, safely tucked away in my wallet and climb back onto the couch to stare at it for a while.
Rodney Wilde, Junior Partner
Corporate Attorney | Mergers & Acquisitions (M&A)
Gossum & Wilde Law NYC
Multiple ways to reach him are listed, so I save his cell number, unsure of my next move, or if I will even go through with it. But I do like knowing it’s there for me to use, even if I’d only embarrass myself further.
The spicy scene continues when I unpause my audiobook and I zero in on it, determined to complete the chapter before doing anything rash out of pure horniness. But thoughts of Rodney and I replacing this couple in my mind make it difficult to focus, and I fail this round.
I hold my breath, mulling over a way to kick this off that doesn’t make me sound as inexperienced as I am. Curiosity gets the best of me as I type away press send before I can talk myself out of it.
If curiosity does kill the cat, Rodney would certainly kill mine.
Me:
Hi, It’s Emerald. I hope I’m not bothering you too late. If I were interested in “learning,” what are your requirements for taking me on?
I exhale, shaking my head at this newfound audacity and hope that I don’t end up regretting this. Moments later, my phone buzzes with a response.
Rodney:
I was hoping I’d hear from you.
It depends on what you’re looking to learn from me.
Please don’t put the damn ball in my court. I will leave it on the ground and walk off.
Me:
I’m not certain that I know what to ask for.
Rodney:
Never be afraid to speak your mind.
Not with me. Okay?
Me:
Okay. I guess I liked what I saw from you on stage and I’m curious.
Rodney:
Curious about what?
Use your words, baby.
I cannot give you anything you don’t ask for.
Me:
I’ve never been interested in listening to what a man has to say, but maybe it’s not so bad when you are the one speaking.
Rodney:
Oh? You sure about that, mama?
I read that in his voice and a chill goes through me. Him asking me that earlier nearly melted my brain. I type my very honest response because I’m already here, so I may as well.
Me:
I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure.
Rodney:
You were doing so good for me from the crowd.
I haven’t been able to forget how pretty you are when you come.
Oh my God.
Rodney:
Tell me. Have you touched yourself since?
Or are you waiting for my permission?
My eyes widen as I take in his last message, unsure of how to react other than screaming internally.
1 audio message
I brace myself before pressing play, his sleepy voice sounds through the speaker and it’s even sexier than his normal tone.
“I’d like you to know exactly what you are asking for.
You are always in control. While you would be trusting me to take charge, I can only do that after knowing your boundaries.
You don’t have to share them all with me right this minute, but I will not touch you until I know everything I need to best support you. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond out loud, as if he can hear me.
Me:
Yes, Sir.
1 audio message
“I prefer Daddy, but we’ll work on that.
Your homework is to consider your boundaries, don’t feel rushed either.
I’ve got nothing but time when it comes to you.
Good night, Emerald. Tell me if you dream about me,” he says, followed by a form requesting more information on my kinks, comfort level, and safewords.
At first glance, all of these terms are overwhelming, but he did say I could take my time, so I will.
Me:
Good night, Rodney.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into and why am I excited?