The phone buzzes against my palm, the vibration almost mocking, like it knows exactly what I’m about to do. My breath already comes short, shallow, as though my body had been waiting for this moment, needing it. I don’t even give myself time to think before I swipe and press the phone to my ear.

“Say it,” his voice rumbles on the other end, low, rough, a command more than a greeting.

I close my eyes, already trembling. “I’ve been wet since last night,” I whisper, my words spilling out too quickly, too desperately.

A dark chuckle filters through the speaker. “Good girl. Tell me where your hand is right...