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“I’m not sure how she could be mad at me after I just—”

I snatch a pillow off the couch and throw it before thinking it through, grimacing when it collides with her head.

“Oops,” I shrug innocently.

37

Sam

Life hits differently when you are happy. My cheeks are constantly sore from how much I’ve been smiling. Everything seems brighter, I’m relaxed, and my mind is clear. Happiness is mental yoga. Or is it just Kioni who clicks all my pieces together? A woman a day keeps the unfulfilling cocks away. Men are horrible for your mental health. They need to come with a satisfaction guaranteed or you get that thirty seconds of your life back.

She stayed at my house last night, and waking up in her arms again felt…perfect. What made it even better was when she covered my mouth with her hand so I didn’t alert Nyx while she made me come all over her fingers before we even got out of bed. It’s so effortless the way she works my body. Like I’m her favorite toy.

I check my reflection, running some oil through my hair, careful to avoid my scalp, hoping to salvage yesterday’s curls that will be inside a helmet. I can always put it in a braid or a messy bun if it looks too wild after. The rumble of Kioni’s bike in my driveway instantly has me heated. Just the thought of her has me a needy mess, and I’m dying for Shadow to come out and play. When she steps into my bathroom still wearing her helmet, my heart races. She doesn’t speak as she steps behind me, trailing her gloved fingers over the strap of my dress and down my arm.

“Put your hands on the counter,” she demands, her voice altered by the device underneath her helmet, and I whimper, doing exactly what she commands. Her fingers trail up my thighs, under my dress, to my underwear, and then she slowly drops to her knees and tugs them down my legs. I step out of them and she replaces them with a different pair.

“What are you—”

Smack.

“I didn’t say to speak, pup.”

The new underwear is odd and tight. When the straps brush against my hips and a lump hits my clit, I know why. My body goes completely still.

“I can’t—”

Smack.

I pinch my lips together. She’s taking me to the bar with her co-workers tonight for wings, and I really don’t want to be coming at the table surrounded by a shit ton of people. That would be so embarrassing. Maybe I’m not ready for Shadow to come out and play in the light yet.

She fixes my dress, stands, and snakes her hand around my throat. My back hits her chest, and then vibration on my clit has my knees buckling, but she keeps me pinned to her. Warmth pools between my thighs, and when I’m on the brink of crashing, she turns it off, and I slump into her with sweat gathered on my forehead.

The chuckle that comes from the voice changer is menacing. “Come on, little wolf, time to fucking play.”

I whine internally, grabbing my helmet. She holds my hand, leading me outside to her bike, and I freeze.

“Ki,” my voice trembling when I see the purple dildo sticking up from my seat. She ignores me, swinging her leg over and holding her hand out to me.

“Get on, or I’ll force you on,” she threatens.

Ki holds it still for me. It’s cold when it touches my entrance and I flinch.

“Good girl,” she praises, and I drop down, humming when the vibrations from the bike also come into play. She chuckles into her earpiece, “Make a mess on my bike. I want cum to be dripping off that toy when we get there.”

Every single bump makes it feel like I’m being slowly fucked. It’s just enough of a tease that when we get to a stop sign, I rock back and forth to get more. I need more. Ki runs her hand up and down my thigh and I cry out when the small bullet trapped between my thighs vibrates. “Ki,” I beg, tightening my hold around her waist, and the muscles in my legs and abs clench. It’s powerful and I feel like I’m going to drench the seat in seconds, but the moment we are driving again, she turns it off and my body slumps into hers. I’m left so fucking wet and horny. It takes a couple of seconds to calm my breathing before I yell at her. “That wasn’t f-fair,” I stutter when we come to a stop again and she turns the blasted sonic speed vibration back on. My ass lifts off the bike slightly and slams back down when she takes off again. I moan when the dildo hits that sweet spot but whine simultaneously when the vibrator gets turned off…again.

“This is torture,” I say on an exhale, frustrated. I need to come, and I don’t care who is watching anymore.

“The best kind,” she counters.

Every stoplight and stop sign is the same. By the time we pull into the parking lot of the bar, I’m grinding against the bike, riding the dildo trying to make myself come since she keeps denying me. She lets out a sound of disapproval when she gets off the bike and sees what I’m doing. Her hands go to my thighs, holding me still.

When I said I wanted Shadow, I meant the orgasm SUPPLIER not the orgasm deny-her.

“I hate you,” I mumble, narrowing my eyes when she removes my helmet. She fixes my hair the best she can, but my forehead is sweaty from being on the edge of explosion the entire way here, so my bangs probably look absolutely horrid.

“No, you don’t,” she said surely through the voice changer, and I melt.