Free Shiraz by Gisell DeJesus Page B

he uses.”
    Rolling his eyes in an amused manner,
“You sound like you are eighteen. Did he give you his
number?”
    My face grew into another dopey smile,
much more comfortable with the fact that I was not being judged.
“Yeah, he has been . . . instructing me . . . since I left. Little
commands here and there.”
    Antonio threw his hands up. “Damn,
girl, I didn’t know you were such a kinky one. I’m not going to pry
anymore, but you need to remember it all ends after tonight, unless
you plan on seeing him tomorrow. You have your fun and then you go
back to the normal life here, where you wipe the asses, then go
home to your wonderful boyfriend.”
    I nodded, not wanting to acknowledge
that he was completely right. I had gotten so wrapped up in this
fantasy that I didn’t want to think about Ryan leaving. Was he
thinking the same about me at this very moment? If it all ends
tonight, what did he mean today was Day Two out of
Three?
    “ Sweetie, I am off the
clock,” Antonio said, kissing me on the left cheek and ensnaring me
with a big hug. “I am so happy you came with me and had a wonderful
night. I’ll see you tomorrow and you can tell me about what
happens, okay?”  
    I assured Antonio he would be the
first to know. We both exited the empty room, making sure not to
cause noticeable attention. I said my goodbye and headed toward the
unit clerk’s desk, ready to see what I had waiting for me
today.
     
    Three hours passed and I hadn't heard
another word from Ryan, nor Brandon. I constantly checked my phone,
experiencing phantom vibrations from the inside of my pocket as I
administered the many daily doses of medications. I recorded vitals
as I engaged in routine conversation with patients in order to make
the time pass. Antonio was done for the day, but only God knows how
bad I wish he was still here. Brandon knows that I work tonight and
I am off tomorrow, so I’m not sure how I am going to get out of the
house with a two day excuse.
    A coffee run became an excuse to
channel my energy into thinking of an excuse as I paced the halls.
My wish was granted as someone or something had heard my pleas. As
I stood in line my phone surged in vibration against my thigh. I
greedily and hungrily reached for it, my heart rate skyrocketing at
the thought of Ryan contacting me.
    "What are you doing this moment?
 Give details." It was him.
    Polite yet direct, that sounded like
him. "Grabbing a coffee. Keeping my energy up for our rendezvous
later tonight. How are you doing?"
    I hit send and stared at the swirling
icons until it went away in conformation that it had been sent.
Finally, I sipped my coffee and thought about his hands around my
waist, finding the quickest path to my insides and activating me
like his personal toy. I hesitated to get on the elevator while I
waited for an answer. I wanted to be at his service while I had the
chance.
    A buzzed response shook in my
hand.
    "Done practicing for now. Back in the
hotel room making preparations. You'll be experiencing what I
believe to be some new adventures tonight. I won't spoil the
surprise."
    What a tease he was, although I knew
that from the way his mouth had danced around my entire pussy for
what felt like hours last night.
    "You're torturing me with suspense.
Should I bring anything special from home? I may have a toy or two
I can grab . . .”
    I thought about the collection of
vibrators I kept hidden in the bottom drawer of my nightstand for
the lonely nights that had all became too familiar this past month.
What kind of surprise did Ryan have in mind? Was he going to
torture me and deprive me of orgasms until I had to beg? My mind
raced with all the possibilities, most of them I yearned
for.
    "No. I will supply everything. The
only thing I need from you is to come directly here from the
hospital. No detours. I also want you to take your pants off right
now."
    God, he was already infiltrating my
mind. Nobody seemed to be in this bathroom at the moment. I