Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Bliss. I start to giggle. Oh. My. God. How did I not know about this?
And under the bliss is one single thought.
Elijah.
I wish he had been here. I wish he had been holding me. I wish he had been the one to do that to me. I bet it would have been even sweeter if a Daddy had done it.
Where is he? Is he on the island? Is he working tonight? I suspect he was only in town on the mainland for the weekend. He would have gone back home now. To Regression Island.
I can’t stop thinking about him. As my breathing returns to normal, I roll onto my side, curl up, and tug my favorite stuffie to my chest. Cottontail is so soft. She molds to my grip in my arms. She provides comfort.
I’m naked. I should get up, use the bathroom, clean up, put my nightgown back on. But I feel oddly naughty and delicious like this, my bare skin against the cooling sheets. I feel mischievous. Like I’m breaking a rule or something.
I giggle again. I wonder if I can do that again? How long before it will work? What if I had a vibrator? A dildo?
I grab my phone from the nightstand and haul it under the covers with me, pulling the blanket up over my head. I google vibrators, and I’m stunned to find there are dozens of different sites and even more different types. How would I ever choose?
I switch back to my home screen and drag my finger over the smooth surface. It would be so easy to call him. Or text him. Maybe I could at least say hello. After all, he was so nice to me.
Would I be giving him false hope if I reached out? I’m busting at the seams wanting to share what I just did with someone. There’s no other person alive I could talk to about sex. He’s the only one.
I’m going to do it. Text or call?
Text. He won’t recognize the number. He’ll need me to tell him who I am. Even though he gave me his number, I didn’t give him mine. The ball is in my court.
I type in the digits I’ve memorized. Now… What do I say? I tap my lips a few times and then compose a text.
Hi. This is Petra. I was just thinking about you.
I hit send before I can stop myself and then groan. How cheesy. He’ll think I’m a dolt.
I purse my lips. He’s probably sleeping. What time is it?
Suddenly, the phone rings in my hands. It doesn’t just ring. It’s an incoming video chat.
I bolt to sitting and somehow manage to answer without thinking. My heart is racing. He’s calling me. This can’t be happening.
A second later, I’m staring at his gorgeous face. He’s smiling. My own face is in the bottom corner, and I squeal and fumble the phone when I realize two things. My hair is a total mess from the covers, and I’m naked.
“Petra?”
I right the phone but lift the screen up higher on my body while running a hand through my hair. “Sorry.”
He chuckles. “When you said you were thinking about me, I assume now it was sexual. You look well-fucked, and are you naked?”
My face heats ten million degrees. I groan. “Hold on.” I drop the phone face down on the bed, scramble out from under the covers, and grab my nightgown to pull it over my head. I’m still a mess, but at least I’m no longer naked when I pick the phone back up.
He’s smiling. “I’m flattered. You didn’t have to get dressed. I was fine with the view.” His expression narrows. “I also assume you’re alone and that your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and nudity are the result of masturbating.”
I groan and tip the phone away from myself. Why on Earth did I think texting him was a good idea? It was impulsive. I didn’t think it through. I’ve gone mad.
“Petra…” I can hear him just fine. I’ve only tipped the screen away. “Look at me, Little bunny.”
I take a deep breath and face him again. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I texted you. I was just…”
“Thinking about me after you touched yourself?” he proposes with one brow lifted.
I swallow and give a slow nod. “I guess so.”
“Do you do that often?”
I shake my head, feeling my cheeks heat further. “No. I…” I clear my throat. “That was the first time.”
He frowns and seems to lean in closer. “The first time you thought about me while you fingered your pussy or the first time you’ve thrust those naughty fingers into that tight pussy?”
My breath hitches. “Uh…both.”
“Ever?”
I nod slowly. I don’t know why I feel like I can be so open with him. I’ve never shared something so private and personal with another human being before. Granted, I’ve never had something so private or personal to share before.