Page 118 of Until I Own You

“Love it. It’s very…” She furrows her brow. “I don’t know, it’s unique.”

Seth’s blue eyes are like lasers on me. They burn.

I love that feeling. That with only a look, he can consume me in such a complete way.

“I…” I rub my finger up and down the chain. I won’t lie, but I won’t disclose the whole truth either. “It was a gift.”

Abigail frowns, which is miraculous considering yesterday she was so burnt she said it hurt to move her face. “Oh? Who gave it to you?”

Though I have no idea what to say, I open my mouth to respond but am cut off when the toy comes to life inside me.

I gasp and push my chin to my chest.

“You good?” Jack asks.

Oh god. No. I mean. Yes, but not in a way I can say.

The toy is rotating inside me, a feeling so foreign, yet not unpleasant. Actually, it’s kind of good.

It’s taken my breath away as it rolls and massages parts of myself I’ve never had even considered in a sexual way. And though it’s an alien feeling, it’s almost familiar, like if I was touching my clit, except it’s…my ass.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I manage a flash of a smile. “I was just thinking I might want to keep a few of my secrets, that’s all.”

My eyes land on Seth.

He looks, as usual, nonplussed. Except I know him better now, so I notice the micromovement in his bicep.

Abigail scoffs. “You? Secrets?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

Seth punctuates the way I say hard by increasing the vibration the tiniest bit.

“You’re just not the type.” She takes a sip of her fancy, purple cocktail.

I’m tensing inside, trying not to clench my teeth as the plug tortures me so good. Trying to go for nonchalant, I shrug one shoulder. “Maybe I’m growing up. Turning over a new leaf.”

Another notch of vibration. The toy rotates the other way, refreshing the feeling of newness. I hate that I have to pretend that nothing is happening when I’m so close to losing control. But I’m starting to love how it stretches me. How it presses up against one particular spot that has my insides singing. Even as my mind still rebels against the fact that this is so unnatural.

“So, you’re telling me you have a secret admirer? Someone you don’t want me to know about? Wow…so secretive.” Abigail narrows her eyes at me.

I tuck my thumb under the hands at my neck. “Not secretive. Just… appreciative, Abigail.”

Seth ramps up the intensity for a few seconds.

I dig my fingers into my thighs, roll my lips together, and ride out the burst of pleasure until it settles to an idling roll and ache.

I make it through the salad course, onto the fourth course, the fifth.

Throughout, the vibration goes on and off at uneven intervals. It is on long enough to drive me crazy, but not long enough for me to actually come. It is almost annoying.

I am so worked up. I just need to come already.

I shift in place, trying to move my hips back and forth as if I can somehow relieve the tension or give myself the final push to finally explode.

The trick about anal stimulation, I’m learning, is that it alights everything down there. My pussy is swollen and dripping, my clit is begging to be touched.

I haven’t masturbated since Seth demanded all my orgasms. I have been such a good girl.

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