Page 15 of Off-Limits

After finding some essential oils, candles and bubble bath under the basin, not wanting to read too much into why he has them, I search Uncle Damon’s small bar and find a bottle of whiskey. Pouring myself a few fingers, I throw some ice in it without a mixer, because he doesn’t have any, and walk to the bath, naked, with my drink in one hand and my phone in the other.

Placing the glass and phone on the small table beside the bath, I step into the scorching hot water and hiss from the heat. It’s exactly how I like it, and I know it will be a slow process, but once I sink into the bubbly depths, my bones and body will thank me for it.

Sweat drips from my brow, and I grab my drink and have a sip. The liquor singes my throat, but I welcome it. Placing it back, I grab my phone and open the message.

I sit there staring at it for way too long, and when I finally finish my drink, the giddiness inside of me rising, I start typing. After a few tries, I’m finally happy with it and press send.

How could I be angry, when I’m soaking in this hot bubble bath with a glass of whiskey?

I’m playing with fire, but I don’t give a flying fuck, and when those three dots appear, my body heats, and it’s not from the hot water.

I stare at my phone and wait for the reply, and after what feels like a couple of minutes, he sends me two words.

Show me.

I smirk, loving that I’m getting to him, and although I normally wouldn’t be so forward in my messages, I snap a picture with my hand over my tit, my nipple ring glinting between my fingers in the candlelight. Changing the image to black and white like I always do, I press send and quickly exit out of the message before he has a chance to reply. As soon as I put it down, it starts vibrating. I ignore it and submerge myself under the water and count to thirty before resurfacing.

My phone buzzes. I want so badly to pick it up and read the messages, but I don’t want him to see I’ve read them. I want him to think I’m doing… something else.

It won’t be long until I do exactly what I hope he’s thinking I’m doing. With my head resting on the lip of the bath, unable to stop myself, I slide my hand down my body and cup my needy pussy.

Gripping my breast with my other hand, I squeeze it, before inserting two fingers inside. My cunt swallows them, pulsating around them and wishing for more. My phone vibrates again, and I pump my fingers in and out a couple of times, bringing them out to massage my clit.

My breath hitches, my back bowing with the increased pressure, and when my phone vibrates again, I glance over to see it’s an incoming call from him.

He’s never called me before, and the mere thought that he’s losing handle on his control has my fingers circling my clit faster and harder. With each vibration of my phone, I draw closer and closer to my orgasm, and when my phone stops only to start up again, I pinch my nipple hard, my eyes cinching tightly closed as I let out a strangled moan. My breath catches in my throat as my climax robs me of air, and I curse out a string of fucks.

Once I come back down to earth, and my phone has stopped vibrating, my head lolls to the side, a crooked smile onmy lips. Removing my hand from my clit, I shake the excess water from my fingertips and pat dry them on the towel I left beside the bath.

Reaching for my phone, I find four missed calls and three messages.

Pick up the phone, Blossom.

Now.

You are in so much fucking trouble when we finally meet.

Smiling, I type out a quick message. I bring my fingers to my lips, rest them on my tongue, and snap a photo.

Maybe one day, you’ll be able follow me down the yellow brick road, but for tonight you’ll have to visit Oz on your own. Sweet dreams, Tin Man.

After pressing send, I turn my phone off. He may have broken his rules tonight, but so did I. And for tonight, that’s enough.

Opening my eyes,I’m assaulted by pink and purple flowers. Fucking Arrie.

“Uh-uh. Wakey wakey, whore. You’ve got shit to do.”

“Who let you in here?”

“I have a set of keys, remember?”

“You’re insufferable, Arrie. Why don’t you paint this damn room?”

She jumps on me and starts smacking my ass while laughing and grinding down on me. “Giddy up!”

“Get off me, asshole.” I chuckle, trying to bat her off.

Her weight leaves me, and I turn to face her. Arrie stands there in a pink jumpsuit with a shit-eating grin on her too-cheery face.