18 Lindsey #3
God, I need to get laid or something. This is getting out of control.
I reach toward my nightstand and pick up my wine glass. My lips press to the cool glass, but before I can take a sip, Dane’s voice rings through my phone in a cool command. “Do not take a sip of that wine.”
The bark in his tone brooks no argument. I put down the glass and look at him, feeling that tingly feeling low in my body. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
“Have you had a lot to drink tonight?”
“No, a couple of sips.”
“Good, you are to drink water for the rest of the night.”
“What? Why?”
He raises an eyebrow, and my chin dips, but I force my eyes to remain on his like I know he wants.
“Are you talking back again?” he asks.
I press my lips together and shake my head. “I’ll only drink water the rest of the night, Sir.”
His lip twitches at my slipup, and I realize how bad I am at calling him Dane when he’s in Sir mode.
“Have you forgotten I want you to remain sober when we speak?”
There is a clause about that in our contract, but it’s not like this session was planned. I know it’s not a time for me to argue that, though, so I nod. “I remember.”
“Good. Can you tell me why you reached for your wine when I asked you how you could please me?”
Please me. Eff my life. “I—” What do I tell him?
The truth. He did want honesty. But this is not supposed to be sexual, and what I’m thinking is definitely sexual.
“Lindsey, I’m asking you a question.”
My heart races in my chest, and before I can think again, I say, “It was something sexual, Sir.”
My cheeks burn pink, and the buzzing sound of crickets and cicadas seems to intensify through the quiet of the line, my confession along with my Sir slipup hanging between us.
“I see.”
“You know what?” I chuckle nervously. “Maybe I should hang up for tonight. I’m tired, and this has been good. I’ll journal and send you—”
“Lindsey, stop.”
His demand ceases my words, and I stare into his sharp eyes.
“You will not hang up.”
“Okay,” I respond.
“If you’re comfortable, will you share with me what it was?”
That was…not what I was expecting him to say. I thought it was against his rules. My heart thuds in my ears, and I wish I had a glass of cold water to drink. Very cold water.
“I, um…I wanted to kneel in front of you and—” I can’t finish the rest, and he knows it. Dane shifts in his chair slightly, so slightly I would have missed it had I blinked. My toes curl in my socks again, and I attempt to wet my lips with my dry tongue.
“Your desire to submit is clear.” He inhales. “It was brave of you to share, and your honesty pleases me.”
“I want to please you, Dane.” The words feel as if they’ve come from an entirely different part of me, yet they feel right. I rub my thighs together, and there’s no missing the way Dane’s masculine jaw ticks before he nods.
“You should get some rest.”
His command brings me back to my body, and I blink several times as his words settle in me. He’s ending the conversation, which is probably a good thing considering all that’s going through my mind now.
I nod in understanding. “Okay.”
“Take the night to recover from all the work you’ve been doing. Drink water only, and send me your check-in for the evening once you’ve completed your routine.”
“Yes, Dane.”
“I know you have tomorrow off. If I give you an assignment, will you have time to complete it?”
“Like a test?”
His shoulders ease, and a warm, soft laugh drifts through the phone.
The sound of it eases me, too. “Not a test. I’d like to focus on rebuilding trust between us.
I will send you questions to reflect and journal on that pertain to this conversation, and from there, we’ll figure out a proper punishment for your avoidance.
If you have ideas, you’ll write them down for me to review. How does that sound?”
“I can handle that.”
Dane nods and leans forward in his chair so his face is closer and I can see his eyes clearly. “I’m glad we spoke.”
“Me, too, Dane.”
Our gaze remains locked until he finally breaks it. “Be good for me and hang up now. I’ll look for your check-in.”
I smile softly and dip my chin. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
I do as he says and hang up, dropping my phone beside me and leaning back against the pillows. I expect my mind to race, to analyze every second of our conversation, but instead, I feel content, the urge to do my check-in and receive his praise present in my mind.
I climb out of bed and pick up my wine glass, heading to the bathroom. I shut my eyes for a moment and check in with myself. Where before I felt unsure and afraid, now I feel hopeful.
Dane’s smile and hazel irises swim behind my eyelids, and I grin to myself.
It surprises me, but I’m excited for the future, a feeling I don’t think I’ve felt in a long time.
I pick up my wine, the urge to drink it gone now.
I dump it down the drain and snap a picture to send to Sir.
His answer comes through right away, and my heart flutters.
Sir
Good girl, now go do what I asked.
I respond without hesitation.
Me
Yes, Sir.