I chuckle, shaking my head as I move towards the bathroom. “You’re a funny one, Angel.”
Shutting and locking the door, I take off the mask, breathing in a deep lungful of air. While I designed it to be breathable, wearing it to sleep in isn’t really ideal. But alas—needs must.
Cranking on the shower, I step in, letting the warm water cascade over me. I grip my dick, pumping it in my fist until I’m gasping for air, imagining what it would have felt like if she hadn’t asked me to stop.
I don’t stop until my cum splashes against the white shower wall, washing away with the spray.
Feeling lighter, I lather up, then rinse myself before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist. I get myself as ready as possible, then secure my mask back over my face and step out into the bedroom.
Emily eyes me as I walk back in, eyes tracking the lingering water droplets on my skin as they make their path down the exposed part of my neck.
“I should call the police,” she says, glaring at me from beneath the blankets. She’s not moved to cover herself any further.
“How will you do that?”
She glares at me. “With my phone.”
I shrug. “Go on then.”
She scrunches her nose up, then looks around.
Her eyes meet mine. “Where is my phone?”
That has a deep laugh rumbling in my chest. “When did you last see it, Angel?”
She furrows her brow. “I… Um… When you showed up at my flat?” she questions, biting her lip.
“Maybe you left it behind.”
“I…” She gasps. “Youstoleit.”
I smile beneath the mask. “Before I even got you on my bike.”
She grumbles and storms off to the bathroom, blanket wrapped tightly around her like armour.
I just chuckle to myself.
It’s not stealing if you plan to give it back.
Eventually.
I’m just plating her breakfast when Emily joins me, scooping Graham up into her arms as soon as she walks in, effectively ignoring me.
“Do you need food, baby?” she murmurs to the little man.
“Nope, I already fed him,” I tell her, indicating for her to take a seat at the table.
She does, but not the one I’m holding out for her. Feisty.
I watch her eat, content to just sit in her presence. I ate before she came down so I wouldn’t need to worry about taking the mask off around her.
“So, kidnapper,” Emily snarks around a mouthful of fruit and yoghurt. “What’s on the agenda today? Since clearly, I’m stuck here.”
I wish I could stay here all day with her. But unfortunately, I have a client I couldn’t reschedule.
“I’m going out for a few hours; you can make yourself comfortable.”
“You’re leaving me here?” Her brow furrows. “Alone?”