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“You’re late.”
I nod like a doofus.
“Come here, Ness.”
With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I do as ordered. I stop just before him. It’s then I see what’s in his hand. The purple box is like a beacon, gaining my full attention. The device in that box is the devil. A delicious devil that has my knees going weak.
“Clothes off.” His voice is low, commanding. Causing my brain to short-circuit. I make a show of pulling my shirt from my skirt, then unbuttoning each of the buttons that go from my collarbone to mid-bust. The tiny buttons don’t need to be undone, I’m just giving myself an extra minute to tease him. He and I both know what I’m doing; he allows it. My skirt is unfastened behind me and slid to the floor instantly. I take my time unhooking my bra and sliding off my panties.
“Spread your legs.” I need to get my body and mind on the same page. He waits, a brow rising at the hesitation.
I do as asked, spreading my legs, my gaze never leaving his. He moved closer, the box opening as he sets it on the edge of the bed. The small bottle of lube in it is opened so he can coat the tips of two fingers. Those fingers then tease along the folds of my pussy. Bumping my clit and then sliding into me just enough to stretch me. He continues that torture until I am nice and wet. Panting like I’ve been running a marathon.
The pink device from the box is removed from its protective case. It too is given a nice coating of lube before he meets my gaze fully. My core is slowly starting to warm, the tingling has me rubbing my thighs together, needing friction. The lube must be the one that heats up as time passed.
“Spread your legs.”
I comply, opening myself up for what will come next. He moves closer, a man stalking the prize he’s after.
“You were a naughty girl.” His warm breath brushes the side of my face, causing me to shiver in anticipation. “You know what that means?”
I don’t respond, my brain all but fried at his closeness.
His finger runs through my folds again, making my hips jerk. “Answer me, Vanessa.”
“Y-yes,” I stumble over the word.
My eyes close as he continues to tease me. My core stretches as he slowly inserts the bullet vibrator. It’s a set, the silicone casing keeps them together, allowing him to control the intensity of pleasure they give with the remote that he holds in his other hand.
Just having them in me, moving around they will rub just where I need them to and cause my body to fly apart at any given time.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
I nod, moaning as he clicks the remote. The soft vibration makes my toes curl.
“No touching yourself. You hear me?”
“Ye-yes…”
He raises a brow.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He pats my butt and moves into the bathroom. I turn slowly, trying to figure out how to move without adding undo friction.
Breathing slowly, I walk to the bathroom. Dean has the water on, the steam already filling the closed-in shower. He stands there, his naked body in full view. His back ripples as he moves. I lick my lips. When he turns to face me, I get a good look at his cock. He is standing proud.
His arm comes out, hand extending toward me. I go to him, knowing it’s his time to take care of me, all while his torture device drives me to the edge of my sanity. Then, and only then, will he take me to bed so I can touch him, bringing him as much pleasure as he lets me have.
The two of us share the fact that we love each other fully. It’s not just about words or actions, but both. I want him to know by my actions that he is my entire world. That’s how he makes me feel, after all.
The warmth of the water hitting the back of my shoulder, soaking my hair as he tips my head back leaves me feeling boneless. Until he notches up the power to the device buried in my core. I whimper, my hands going out to land against the wall of the shower.
My eyes open to find him smiling as he watches me.
I take in a lungful of air and turn, giving him my back so the water can hit my face. If I keep looking at him, I might just come undone before he has a chance to touch me. I feel the washcloth running over my back as I pull away from the water. My head falls back slightly, the feel of his caresses warming me completely.
When he pulls me back against his chest, his hands move over my breasts and stomach. The suds wash away as fast as he can spread them over my skin. He takes care to go slowly, making sure every inch of me is clean. He moves to turn me, the water rinsing me further. Then he moves his hands to my hair, fingers scrubbing at my scalp. A moan escapes my open lips at his ministrations.
