Page 142 of A Match Made in Vegas


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I tried to hold tighter to control.

The harder I grasped, the more it slipped through my fingers.

With Daphne, it's different. I don't want to push her into a box. I don't want to order her to stop. Or go. Or do something else.

I want to give her space to play exactly how she wants to play. Space to surprise me. To take what she wants.

My interest in introspection dissolves the second she turns on the toy. Who the fuck cares about a deeper explanation for my enjoyment?

A gorgeous woman—my gorgeous wife—is about to fuck herself while I watch.

What's not to like?

"I bring my toys with me everywhere." She says it matter-of-factly. As if it's obvious. As if any reasonable woman travels with sex toys. As if only a truly ridiculous, self-involved, idiotic man would object.

That's true.

Only an asshole insists on being the sole source of a woman's pleasure.

But I understand the impulse. I want to toss that thing aside and fuck her instead.

But I want to follow her instinct where it leads to more.

This defiant, difficult, assertive side of her—

I fucking love it.

Daphne spreads lube over the head and shaft of the toy; then, she positions it between her legs.

She falls back onto the mattress as she teases herself with the head.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Again.

Then, slowly, she penetrates herself. Only the head to start. Then another inch. Another.

Then she pulls back and pushes it inside again.

She doesn't use the full length. Only the first few inches. I'm sure she'd explain it in scientific terms, but at the moment, I don't give a fuck about the reasons.

Only the experience of watching her fuck herself.

Her head falls to one side. Then the other. The one with the mirror.

Through the reflection, she makes eye contact. She studies my expression. The need in my posture. The bulge in my slacks.

She needs encouragement.

So I give it to her. "Don't stop on my account, princess."

The pet name makes her purr. It suits her too. She's regal and poised and demanding as all hell. A princess.

So often, people use it as an insult. To say someone wants too much or isn't willing to work. But that isn't it.

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