Chapter Twelve
My drive home is quiet… I mean I guess it should be since I’m the only one in the car, but I even turned off the radio so I could think. I find myself pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex, not even recalling part of my drive home. I’ve been zoned out trying to make sense of that man and the turmoil he’s created for me.
I set my purse on my dresser and catch a glimpse of the phone he made me take that first day. Sadly, my fucked up mind has to know if he’s called it or tried to text me even though he now knows my real phone number. It’s even more pathetic that I’m pissy when I see that he hasn’t bothered.
The bath water running is the greatest sound I’ve heard all day. My feet are killing me from the last few days being mostly spent in those fucking heels. I toss in a bath bomb before I hit my favorite playlist on the stereo.
I set my phone on the counter and melt into the bathtub, moaning in relaxation as the hot water surrounds me. This is the perfect way to end this insane day, although the sexy music isn’t doing much to help calm my overactive sex drive.
The cooling mask over my eyes, should help bring me back to my happy place… or something I need to focus on, like not wanting to have sex. I mean if I could go back to wanting to cut a dick off and hating men right about now, that would be amazing. But noooo… Mr. Darkness continues to haunt me even when he’s not anywhere near me.
My phone vibrates on the counter and I tell myself that I’m not allowed to look at it until I’m done relaxing in this tub. My mind begins to imagine what he’s texted, because who else would it be besides my sister?
When I don’t get a second or a third text right away, I know it’s Damon. Maybe he’s apologizing for sending the mixed signals… or maybe he’s just checking to make sure I made it home okay. He’s done that a few times in the short time since I’ve met him.
Jesus, I can’t even relax wondering what he’s doing. This is ridiculous.
I stand quickly, the soap suds dripping down my body as I reach for the phone.
Damon: I look forward to working with you, Camille.
There it is Cami… he’s finally drawn the line agreeing to work with you, you need to take him up on that, especially when there’s no way in hell you can please a man of his standards in those settings he’s bound to put you in.” I slide back under the bubbles, placing my phone down on the counter once again.
I soak in the tub until the water turns cold, then even fill it again with more hot water, just so I don’t have to get out. No matter how hard I try not to think about Damon, it’s not working. The man has wedged his way under my skin and I can already tell it’s going to be difficult to do any of this without letting him get to me like he did today.
It’s something I’ll have to work on, whether I use my efforts to make him question his desires when it comes to me or if I help by keeping it strictly business, which sounds fucking horrible at this point in my day.
I slide under the covers, not bothering to put on any clothes. The silk sheets feel nice on my skin and I find myself wishing tonight had gone different. Allowing the images of what I witnessed today flash through my mind, I can’t help but slide my hand between my legs to feel how it all affected me. I’m heated, still wet from my bath and tender to the touch. Needless to say, I’m horny as fuck and irritated that I’m this worked up with no one to take it out on.
Slipping my fingers through my wetness again, I feel jaded and deprived of what I truly crave. A man. A tall, dark and mysterious man that I can’t get out of my damn mind to save my soul.
I want to feel the tickle of his facial hair and even clinch the small muscles beneath my hand only making me chase a release even further. Remembering the little gift my sister brought me over a year ago, I spring from the bed and rush to my dresser to scrounge for it. Feeling a surge of relief when I find it, I quickly unwrap the package and flip the little switch to make sure the batteries still work. When the little silver bullet begins to vibrate in my hand, I move quickly to the bathroom to wash it well, since this will be the first time I’ve used it.
Grabbing my phone, I close the text notification from Damon and slide back into bed. Laying frozen in thought, I decide to respond to his message before I continue whatever it is I was about to do.
Me: I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Damon: Are you thinking about my offer?
Me: Yes.
Damon: Let me call you.
Me: No.
My phone begins to ring shortly after I send my last text. I don’t answer it, just to prove to him that he won’t call all the shots.
Damon: I’ll be over shortly to talk about it if you don’t answer this next phone call.
Fuck. I know he’s serious and won’t hesitate in the slightest to come over here to bang down the door to prove his point.
“Hello.” I answer on the third ring.
“So you’re thinking about doing this with me?”
“I am.” I move the silver bullet around in my hand as he starts to talk.
“Do you have any questions for me?”
“Yes. Just one.” I shift until I’m sitting up against the pillows in my bed. “Why me?”
“Because I can tell you’re curious.”
“But what if I can’t do what you need me to do. It would be humiliating.”
“I don’t need you to do anything, except open your mind and let me take you places. If you decide it’s too much, we go back. It’s simple.”
“Are you going to cut me?”
“If that’s something you think you’ll be into.”
“Uh no.” He begins to laugh, making me feel a little better about all of this.
“So what you’re telling me is we’ll be having crazy sex and I just need to remember its all for show.”
“You catch on quick. See I knew you were perfect, but the sex won’t happen for awhile.”
“What?” I should’ve just let him continue instead of hastily asking him why we can’t have sex soon. I sound like a whore… well I am holding a vibrator halfway thinking about using it while his deep voice continues to come through the phone.
“Patience and endurance are something we have to work on first.” My shoulders fall as he says it. I already know I won’t have either of those any time soon. I’m pretty sure I’d lose my shit with the slightest touch between my legs right now.
“I’ll need you to stay here for two weeks.”
“Two weeks?” This is the first I’m hearing of having to stay with him, but just thinking about two people needing to bond like this, it’ll take time to make that happen.
“Yes that’s how long I have to train you, so we’ll need to spend every second working on it.”
“I thought you said we can stop anytime I need to.”
“I did, but that doesn’t mean we’ll stop all together, we’ll just redirect where we’re headed.” I stop asking questions and just lay back against my headboard even further. I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but I am.
“Will I see you in the morning?”
“Possibly.” I leave him guessing, because I need to sleep on this. And I need to get past this horny school girl feeling that has me craving his every word. “Goodnight, Mr. Darkness.”
“Goodnight Camille.” I hang up first, but instantly flip the switch to power on my vibrator, sliding it just over my clit before I drop the phone on my bed. Clicking the power up a few notches, I’m quickly squirming and moaning as the vibrations send me quivering through an orgasm. I’m almost to that point of euphoria when I hear it. “That was quick… just wait for the first one I allow you to have. It’ll make that one seem like child’s play.” Oh my Godddd… Damon’s voice echoes near my ear.
“What?”
“You called. I assumed you wanted me to listen.”
“Damnit. Go away.” And this time I make sure the phone is hung up… and shut off. Jesus, how can I ever face that man again.
I can’t. There, that makes this decision easy. I’m not cut out for all of this kinky stuff. I drop the vibrator in the drawer and roll over, not the slightest bit satisfied.