“How’s the romantic sadist and more importantly, how is the book blurb?” Samantha asked me.

Samantha finally had me on the phone. I had been dodging Samantha’s phone calls for a few days since my return for a few reasons. The main one being that I only had a few lines to the book blurb written. And they were just notes of ideas. There was nothing solid there.

My other reason for avoiding the voice to voice interaction was because I knew she was going to ask me about my first scene. I loved it, but it seemed so intimate to me. There was something about the way I felt about it that made me want to keep it between us.

“I’m working on it,” I said.

“Aims, you’ve been working on this blurb for a while. You were supposed to have it done before your most recent jaunt to Vegas. That didn’t happen. Then you promised you’d do it while you were there, which also didn’t happen. You’ve been back a week, and we still don’t have the book blurb. How long are you planning to work on it?”

I could hear the frustration in her voice. I understood that without the blurb certain things were at a standstill. I stared at the screen on my laptop and at the several tabs I had open. All of them had articles on bondage or pictures of different restraints.

J.P. sends me some articles each day on bondage along with some pictures. Then in the evenings, we discuss the articles and he always gives me an opportunity to ask questions. I now eagerly await his emails each morning with the articles. Out of the four or five pictures he sends me each day we discuss which picture that I’d like to experience.

“Amy, are you listening?” Samantha asked.

I sat up straight in my chair and minimized my tabs then pulled up the pathetic looking book blurb document.

“Yes. I’m on it. You’ll have the book blurb by this evening,” I promised.

There was a long pause, and I detected we were shifting from business concerns to personal concerns. And I really wasn’t ready to venture there.

“Amy—”

“I said you’d have the book description this evening. I will get it done. Words just haven’t come easily for me regarding it yet.”

“I know, and that’s why I’m a little concerned.”

Her parent tone ticked me off, and I needed to head off the reprimanding conversation. I wasn’t going to allow her to make me feel guilty for visiting J.P.

“Seriously? You know, I’m actually writing a book. I’ve been adding to it each day. So why are you concerned?”

“Your focus is slipping.”

She was wrong…kind of.

“You’ll have it tonight. Now I’m getting off the phone to go write.”

I sent J.P. a text letting him know I would be away from my phone for a while. We always tried letting one another know if we’d be away from our phones, that way the other one wouldn’t worry. At the beginning of each week, J.P. gave me his work schedule so I knew during the work hours, he was unavailable. Looking at the clock, I knew that he was probably getting ready for work.

Why do his texts make me tingle? I loved his naughty, promising texts. They made me want him more and miss him terribly.

My heartbeat began to pick up as I anticipated his call. When my phone rang in my hands moments later, I smiled and answered.

“Princess, you have to be a good girl and work on your book description and writing today.”

“I know, and I will. I just get so excited thinking about our naughty phone call tonight and what you might have me do.”

J.P.’s gentle laughter came through the phone instantly making me smile.

“Are you in your writing room?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Prop your phone up and switch over to Facetime. Take your shirt and bra off, princess.”

His voice was so sexy when he would tell me what to do. God, it’s such a turn on. I quickly complied and smiled bashfully when his face came into view. He looked so handsome. His beard was trimmed close to his face, and I could see the crisp collar of his dress shirt for work. He smiled when he saw me and then his eyes went straight down to look at my bare chest.

“Nice, princess, those nipples are begging for attention. Thumb and index finger, Amy. Pinch them. Make sure I can see,” he instructed.

I sat up straighter and pinched them for him.

“Ah, harder. I called so I could hear your sweet voice cry out and make me come.”

J.P. tilted his phone downward so I could see his pants undone and semi-hard cock in his hand. The sight of that sent a throbbing sensation between my legs. Damn, he was sexy. He left his phone there so I could watch him stroke himself. That’s an event I could sit and watch him do and never get bored.

“Princess, you won’t get to see the white stuff until I hear you. Pinch those nipples hard, now.”

He liked to hear me in discomfort and pain, but he’s not mean about it. It’s just the way he was. I pinched myself a little harder and then finally as hard as I could until I whined and yelped.

“That’s my naughty little princess. Look what you did, sweetheart.”

On the screen, I saw him come. He looked like he was in his bathroom, so I’m gathering that it landed on his counter. His face came into view and his cheeks looked flushed. J.P. smiled and raised his eyebrows at me.

“Well, now that was some unexpected fun this morning before work.”

J.P. kept his phone propped up against the mirror in the bathroom so I could watch him take a washcloth to his cock before he tucked it inside his pants. Watching him clean and gather himself was intimate to me and I felt guilty for watching.

“Now, princess,” he said as he washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. “I’m going to work, and you’re putting your phone out of sight and getting to work.”

I nodded as he picked the phone up and walked through his house with me to the garage. I got in the car with him and then we said our goodbyes for now.

“Love you, princess. Now be a good girl and go work…or else.”

“Or else what…Sir?”

J.P. laughed.

“My dear Amy, ‘or else’ is for me to know and for you to see if you’re brave enough to find out.”

Oh. I swallowed hard, and instantly my mind drew a blank as to what to say. God, I wanted to be what he needed.

“I’m brave,” I said.

My voice failed to sound brave and confident, and J.P. picked up on it and soon he was laughing again.

“We’ll see, princess. I’m going to work now, and so are you.”

“Have a great day, my romantic sadist.”

“You too, my brave little princess.”

When I got off the phone, I put my bra and shirt back on and settled down to focus on the book description for Dark Spell.

“She wanted dark, but how dark could she go?”