Chapter 32 – Willa
THIRTY-TWO
WILLA
I stay silent for the rest of the drive to drop Chris off, then sit the rest of the drive back to my place, stuck in my thoughts, desperately trying to center myself and organize my mind. But when my phone rings in my hand, Leo’s name on the screen, I answer without thinking.
“Hi,” I say low, reaching up to the wig and pulling out the pins that keep it in place. I’m increasingly grateful for it and the anonymity it gives me, but after a full day as Willa Stone, I’m eager to just be Willa.
“Hey, honey. How are you?” he says, and with it, a sense of relief moves through me.
“Good, I’m in the car on the way back.” Before he can ask me how the date went, since I’m not sure how to respond just yet, I slide the wig off and take a deep breath. “Trying to get this wig off.”
“How’d that go?” he asks with a laugh, bedding moving behind him quietly as he seems to settle in. In my mind, he’s in bed already, tired and mussed, and I try to shelve the disappointment that I’m not there, too.
“‘Jackie’s annoyed, but I like it. It’s an added layer separating my lives.”
“Easier to transition from Willa Stone to Holly Ridge Willa,” he says, and I grin as I remove the wig cap, then the pins holding my hair in place, shaking it out with a relieved sigh.
“Exactly. So how was your day?”
“Fine, the cab back to Holly Ridge was easy. Adam was able to grab that piece of furniture for you, so I’ll get it tomorrow.”
I squeal with excitement.
“Don’t strip it without me,” I beg, and he chuckles.
“Of course not.”
“I’m bummed you’re going to even be working on the house without me,” I grumble, and that laugh sounds again, free and happy in a way I hadn’t heard before Holly Ridge, and with it, warmth fills me.
“You would hate refinishing the floors, will, trust me. Sanding and stripping are a pain.”
“I think stripping could be kind of fun.”
When he hesitates for a moment, I can’t help it. I laugh again. “The floors, you sicko,” I explain. We continue to chat as Gabe takes me home, and I sink deeper into the chair, feeling comfortable. “What’s this gift?” I ask, and there’s a smile in his voice.
“Are you home yet?”
“Pulling into my garage now,” I say.
“Then you’ll see soon. Call me once you open it.”
“What—” But I can’t ask because he’s hanging up and leaving me holding a silent phone.
Before I can call him back, though, the car stops, and Gabe opens the door, helping me out before seeing me into my place and heading out.
Once he’s gone, I head to my room, where my suitcases wait to be unpacked.
I open the largest one, hoping I picked right, and when I unzip it, there’s a white bag tied with a bright red bow sitting on top of my things, a bag I very much did not bag up.
I grab it eagerly, then move to sit on the edge of the bed.
My hands reach for one of the ends of the bow, but my phone dings before I can tug on it.
Did you open it yet?
Not yet. Impatient much?
Unbearably.
That intrigues me, the idea of whatever lies in this box making Leo so eager, so I move back to the bow, tugging at the ends and watching the fine ribbon fall to the sides. My pulse pounds with excitement as I open the lid and look inside, then gasp at what I see.
It’s…a sex toy.
Not a simple vibrator, either. A fucking dildo lies in the box, in a box of its own.
Ribbed for her pleasure, the box reads, alongside a ridiculously lifelike photo of a fake dick.
Delicately, I take it out and inspect each side with curiosity.
My phone rings beside me, and when I glance at it, Leo’s name flashes there.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask, answering without any introduction.
“Did you open it?” There’s a clear grin in his words, and despite the absurdity of the situation, I find it to be contagious.
“Did you get me a sex toy?”
“I can’t touch you right now, Willa, even if it’s all I want to do. But we’re going to find workarounds. I know how much you like it when I talk you through it.” A warm roll of pleasure moves through my body, and my voice catches in my throat.
“I—”
“Open the box, clean it off, then get your laptop and transfer this call to it,” he continues. My eyes remain fixed on the toy in its brand-new box.
“My laptop?” My brain is muddled now, unable to piece things together.
“Just do what I asked, honey,” he says, voice low now, almost a whisper. Without even thinking, I shift, cradling my phone between my ear and shoulder, then begin unboxing the toy until it’s in my hand.
“It’s kind of heavy,” I muse, standing and taking it to the bathroom. His deep laugh fills my ear.
“I didn’t buy the cheap one.”
“Only the best for America’s Sweetheart,” I say as I wash it in the sink, then dry it off before slowly padding towards the bedroom once more. My pulse is picking up, nerves and adrenaline rushing through me.
“Exactly. I can’t wait to watch you take it,” he murmurs, and my hands hesitate as I unlock and open my computer.
“Watch?”
“Transfer the call, honey.” His voice is smooth and easy, and I start to understand.
My breathing quickens as he speaks, but I do as he asks, switching the FaceTime call seamlessly to my laptop.
I set it on the bed, and my heart aches when a rumpled-looking Leo sitting in his own bed—our bed—without a shirt on fills the screen.
“You look beautiful,” he murmurs. I step back, giving him a full view of the tight black dress I’m wearing, and I twirl a bit to show him the 360. “Jackie picked it out. Kind of boring, but even I have to admit I look hot as hell in it.”
“Yeah, you do,” he agrees. “Now take it off.”
My sass piques, my eyebrow lifting as I look at him.
“Excuse me?”
“Undress, Willa. Now.” The teasing is out of his voice, and the firm, hot Leo is in his place, making my pulse jump.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips before, without further argument, I move my hand behind me and start to tug at the zipper.
Leo’s eyes are locked on me through the screen as I slowly reveal inches of skin to him.
When I’m finally standing in just my bra and underwear, my shoes already kicked off, he tips his chin.
“Now the bra.” I grin.
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“You like me, bossy, Willa. Now do as I say and take off your bra. Underwear, too,” he instructs.
I undo the clasp of my bra, and his lips part as the bra slides down my arms, revealing my breasts, nipples hard.
I’m already turned on, and the reality of what we’re about to do suddenly becomes crystal clear.
He mentioned this, that calls and cameras existed to bridge the gap while we were separated, but I guess I hadn’t really thought it would be this fast.
And with the way he’s looking at me as I slide my underwear down and then stand before the camera naked, I am more than happy with this sequence of events.
“On the bed, Will. In front of the laptop.” My pulse pounds as I follow his instructions, sitting before the camera and tucking my feet beneath me. On the screen, he shifts the blankets down, revealing his already hard cock.
“Oh,” I whisper, eyes wide and locked on his hand as he wraps thick fingers around himself and strokes.
“Cup your breasts,” he murmurs, voice low. “Roll the nipples for me.” Eagerly, I do as he asks, cupping a breast in each hand and letting out a breathy sound when I use my thumb and forefinger on each nipple, rolling and tugging a bit.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Keep one hand moving, but slowly move down your belly with the other.” Again, I do what he asked, my center tightening already at the thought of what we’re about to do: what I’m about to do.
If I’ve never come during sex, I surely haven’t masturbated in front of anyone before.
But I am loving all of these firsts with Leo Sinclaire.
My hand hesitates right above where I want my fingers most, and my hips shift a bit, widening to give myself some room, but I don’t move until I’m told to. When Leo notices my hesitation, a grin spreads across his lips.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Waiting until I tell her she’s allowed to touch what’s mine.”
That should absolutely not be hot.
A man telling me my clit, pussy, my pleasure is not my own? It should not be hot.
But it’s not just any man saying it. It’s Leo, and with the reverence he says it with, I am so very okay with it.
“Leo,” I whisper, and he smiles.
“Circle your clit, baby.” A relieved breath leaves my lips, and my head tips back, a low moan falling from them as I circle my needy clit.
I’m already panting from the pure eroticism of this moment, from the tone of Leo’s voice, the promise in his eyes, and the way his hand tightens when he watches my hand dip.
“Lower. Tell me if you’re wet yet.” Eagerly, I move, sliding down and finding that I am, in fact, soaked.
I can’t help but slide the tip of a finger into myself.
My body tightens around it, and I groan.
“Show me,” he murmurs, and I lift my wet fingers to the camera to show him. A moan comes through the line, and more wet forms between my legs at the sound. “Fucking soaked. Now go get your toy, baby.”
I move quickly, grabbing the dildo, and any hesitation I felt earlier about using it is gone. I’m empty, desperate, and needy. If I can’t have Leo, this will have to do, and if I get to watch him take himself there as I do, it really isn’t a sacrifice at all.