When the phone powered up, she saw that six text messages were waiting for her. What in the world? Opening the message box, she found they were all from Blake. He’d programmed his number into the phone.
You must stay in contact with me always.
When I call you, answer the phone.
Never turn this device off.
Why aren’t you answering me yet?
Where in the hell are you?
If I have to come back to the apartment, you will not like the results!
That last message had come in only two minutes ago. Knowing she would rather talk to him by text message than in person, Jewell quickly figured out how to type a response.
I didn’t answer your phone because I don’t live here and didn’t think it would be from you. And I didn’t answer the texts because I forgot all about the cell phone. I’m at the apartment. Haven’t left.
Within thirty seconds, he replied:
Now you have the phone. Keep it on you at all times.
She smiled at the annoying message. She could almost hear the frustration in his voice, though she didn’t understand it. Man, was he bossy.
Yes, sir! Adding the exclamation point was her salute. She wished she could give him another.
Ice cream is NOT a healthy breakfast.
Jewell’s head snapped up and she looked around the room. How in the world had he known she’d eaten ice cream for breakfast?
Yes, I have cameras, and yes, I can see you right now.
At that message, Jewell’s eyes widened in shock. Of course he had cameras, and of course he was spying on her. Hmmmm. With a confident smile she looked around the room and then did something she hadn’t done since she was a child. Lifting her hand into her hair so her intention wasn’t quite so obvious, she stuck up her middle finger and smirked. Take that!
When two minutes went by and no further messages had arrived from Blake, she began to worry that maybe, just maybe she’d pushed this controlling man a little too far with her rude gesture. What if he was already in his car and driving immediately there to get his revenge? Should she apologize? Before she could make a decision either way, another message popped through.
You will be quite a pleasure to tame. Go do your workout.
Ugh. Jewell wanted to scream. The last thing she wanted to do right now was climb on exercise equipment. She had little other choice unless she wanted to get kicked out of this man’s life and then lose her job, so she glared up at the walls of his apartment, hoping he was watching, and made her way down the stairs.
For just a few moments, she had forgotten about the toy still inside her. Walking down the stairs, even slowly, reminded her very quickly. It shifted against her sensitive inner walls and then immediately started vibrating again, and she found herself panting before she even stepped up onto the elliptical trainer.
When she’d programmed a workout and began running, the object continued to shift, continued to vibrate. Jewell felt pressure begin building within her body; her nipples felt like rocks, and the speed of her breathing had nothing to do with the exercise.
When she tried to push through it, the intensity of her sensations built up, and then suddenly, when she took a step, pleasure that felt like fire shot through her, leaving her nipples pulsing and a fine layer of sweat coating her body.
Her legs gave out and she barely made it off the machine before crumpling to the floor like a mass of jelly.
Her phone, which was sitting on the small table by the door, began dinging, indicating new messages, but she couldn’t move. Lifting her hand in the air to assure Blake she wasn’t dead, she then dropped her hand back down and tried to recover from her intense orgasm — her first orgasm ever. Man, had she been missing out! Why in the world hadn’t she discovered this before now? The phone dinged again, and she just waved her hand again to the candid cameras and then flopped over on her back, a satisfied smile on her lips.
It took several moments for her to recover, and two or three more messages sounded off on her phone, but she didn’t care. Let him come home and punish her, or do whatever he wanted with her, because right now, her body was on fire, and she was ready for whatever he could give her. Orgasms were weird things, like potato chips — you couldn’t have just one, it seemed.
She decided she liked this new toy. She liked it a lot. She also decided she didn’t mind exercise one little bit.
Chapter Ten
“How was your day?”
Jewell looked up from the couch as Blake approached her. Exhausting! That’s how her day had been. Thanks to his contraption, which she still held obediently inside her very tender core, she’d been pleasured more than she thought possible.
She wouldn’t tell him that she’d also searched the apartment for any clues at all of who he was. Sure, he’d know that she’d been wandering around, at least if he’d bothered to watch all day, and that seemed unlikely. He hadn’t gotten so freaking rich by being a voyeur 24/7. In any case, she’d come up empty. There was nothing personal anywhere. No photos except for the one of him and his brothers that he seemed to resent hanging on his wall. Nothing.
She’d even looked in drawers, in cupboards. Yes, it was a violation of his privacy, but he’d brought her to his place and then left her there to fend for herself. If she was going to be with this man for a week, she wanted to know something about him. She was truly out of luck.
Too bad his office was so tightly locked. Curiosity about what was hidden inside was still eating at her. That was where men hid their deep dark secrets, wasn’t it? She would love to get in there. She’d bet all the money she had, which admittedly wasn’t much, that there was something telling about the man behind that sealed door.
When she realized she was taking too long to answer him, she tried to remember what he’d asked. Oh, yes, he wanted to know about her day. Well, she wouldn’t admit to him how much of an impact his little toy had had on her. Not even if he threatened to pour fire ants on her if she didn’t confess. Still, to judge by the smug look on his face, he already knew. So maybe he had been glued to his computer screen, watching while she’d nearly collapsed almost everywhere in his apartment as each new orgasm had overpowered her body, sucking up any and all energy.
“It was fine,” she replied, hoping she was as expert at keeping a mask in place as he was.
He gazed at her for several moments with those penetrating eyes, making her break out in yet another sweat. She wanted him, and again she hated herself for it. It seriously undercut her inner claims about worthy self-sacrifice, and made her actually feel even dirtier than she had right after she’d accepted the job from Relinquish Control. A hooker with a heart of gold? Hah! Try with a heart full of lust.