Chapter 9 #2
I turn over and sit cross-legged on the mattress. The toy shifts and pushes deeper inside. I suck in a sharp breath at the odd feeling and shift my hips to get more comfortable. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
It’s risky to cam during the day, but even riskier at night when the house is quiet and my aunt is fast asleep.
She’s a light sleeper, and she’s knocked on my door too many times to ask if I’m okay.
But what I’m definitely not about to do is go throughout my day with this butt plug inside me.
I don’t have the best poker face, and Minnie can read me like an open book.
“Not even for me?”
I force a flirty smile to keep up the charade when all I want to do is end this session and soak in the bath.
Maybe even take a nap. My body feels like Jell-O, and it’s taking every bit of energy I have to keep my eyes open.
“You know I would do anything for you, but I have to be around my family today. I can’t do that when I have a butt plug in me. ”
The notification chimes, and a silver block appears in the corner of the computer screen. My eyes bulge at the amount of money Sir sent me.
“I’ll tip you even more tonight if the plug is still inside your tight ass,” he says.
I force myself to swallow around the lump forming in my throat.
Three hundred dollars. It puts me closer to my goal. All I have to do is continue playing my part.
I nod. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“That’s my good girl. I’ll talk to you later.”
The call disconnects, and the private-chat screen switches to the homepage. I sightlessly stare at the screen as I digest our interaction. This is the first time he’s tipped this amount. If he continues paying me this much, then I’ll be out of here in no time.
“Right.” I slip off the bed and stumble at the weird sensation of the plug moving inside me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip to muffle the choked noise in the back of my throat.
This may be harder than I thought.
I shuffle to the bathroom, do my business while praying the plug doesn’t fall out, then jump in the shower.
After cleaning and drying myself off, I dress for the day in a black skirt, matching shirt, and a light jacket.
I head downstairs while mentally preparing myself to pretend like I’m not walking around with a butt plug inside me.
My phone vibrates in my jacket pocket. I pluck it out and open the group text with my best friends.
Olivia
The boys are having a Halloween party in three weeks. U in?
Nova
You know I can’t miss it.
Of course I am. Where will it be?
Olivia
I overheard Hawk saying it’ll be at the creepy cabin in the haunted forest.
Nova
I swear our brothers are weird for liking that place. I don’t care what Aiden says, it’s haunted, I just know it.
Olivia
I guess it’s fitting for the holiday.
Who else will be there?
Olivia
ur guess is as good as mine.
Nova
If it’s a Halloween party, I’m guessing there will be a bunch of people there.
Are we dressing up?
Olivia
Is the sky blue?
Does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?
Of course we’re dressing up, girl! Duh!
Nova
I call being a sexy nun!
Olivia
I think I’ll let my outfit be a surprise
Olivia
Then I’ll dress up as a cat e-girl.
Ouu. Who are you trying to impress?
Olivia
No one
Nova
C’mon, Liv. Dressing up as a cat e-girl is totally eye catching and giving the “fuck me, daddy” vibes. We’re besties. Tell usssss
Olivia
And dressing as a sexy nun isn’t? Who are *u* trying to impress?
Nova
Puh-lease. I just like the outfit.
I snicker and smack into a hard, warm object. I grunt and whip my head up. Large hands settle on my waist, steadying me before I fall flat on my face and make a fool of myself. My lips part as ocean eyes stare back at me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I look up at Ryder.
His expression is as flat as always. Dark brown hair falls over his forehead like a curtain, giving me just enough space to drink my fill of his eyes.
God, how long has it been since I last saw him? Three weeks? I’m not sure, but it’s been too long.
He stares at me for a long moment, not saying a word. His hands flex on my wide hips. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he wanted to pull me closer to him. It has to be all in my head, though. There’s no way he’d want to do something like that.
My cheeks warm when he doesn’t let go. Any other time, he would have already released me and walked away.
As if he can read my mind, Ryder’s gaze moves down my body. Then he turns and walks away. The spots where he touched me cool, but the feeling lingers, like the ghost of him still touches me. He puts more space between us, then turns the corner to the hallway.
I don’t know what he’s doing here. It’s been weeks since I last saw him.
Maybe he’s here to work out?
Ryder spent a lot of time in the gym when we were in high school. I snooped on him sometimes, sneaking away before he could catch me being a creep. Ever since he moved out, he pops by and works out before disappearing again.
Whatever Ryder’s reason is for being here, nothing’s changed. He’s resuming the cold-shoulder treatment and pretending I don’t exist. It still hurts like the first time because all I want is a good relationship with him.
Shaking my head, I walk past the hallway and head into the kitchen to grab a light snack. I’ll give Ryder a few minutes before I try to sneak to the gym.