“Okay,” I gulp, trying to get control of my pounding heart.
“Good girl. Now prop the phone on the table by the bed and make sure I can see you.” He instructs, his voice like rough velvet. “Then take off your nightgown, and lie down.”
“And then?” I breathe, already obeying.
“Then wait for my instructions…”
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Forty minutes later I careen into Gabriel’s chambers, freshly dressed but still weak kneed from our video call. Sinclair was as good as his word – unsurprisingly – and spent nearly the full half hour before the meeting ordering me to pleasure myself for his enjoyment, and Goddess was it hot! I never thought I would enjoy that sort of thing, but I’m wondering if I don’t have a small exhibitionist streak when it comes to my mate.
I’m sure the wolves in this room
