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What the fuck? Why would he just leave me like this in such an intimate moment? The prick!

Just when I’m about to remove my fingers and get up to find him, the door opens to reveal the man in question ripping the plastic from a suspicious box in his hand.

“Remember the toy I promised to replace? Well I think this is the perfect opportunity to use it.”

“How did you know where it was, creeper?”

“Because the nightstand by your bed is such a great hiding place, right?” He counters with a devious smirk on his face. I hate him, I swear.

He stalks toward me with determination, and I’m shivering with anticipation.

“Can I move my fingers, yet?”

“Back to bratting I see. You’ll pay for that attitude in one way or another. Yes, Haedyn, please remove your fingers to make room for this.” He hands me a curved black vibrator that has a clit stimulator attached to the curved part. Double stimulation.

He perches himself on the floor beside the tub again, waiting patiently for me to obey. The urge to do the opposite is strong, but I’m too chicken right now. I’m confident that Charlie would never hurt me, yet I know that I’m not ready for him to touch me. I’d hate to ruin our fun little dynamic by having a mental breakdown when he tries to correct me for being a brat.

I’ll be a good girl, just this once. Locking eyes with Charlie, I submerge the toy and power it on. The fire behind his eyes ignites my insides in the best way.

The vibration from the toy rattles my hand. Good to know it came charged. I’m not one to need strong vibration, though. In fact, I have found that the intensity that comes right before the low battery is the sweetest kind of torture and the most dangerous game to play when you need that release. There’s nothing worse than when you’re almost there and the damn thing dies on you.

Aside from video chat with Charlie, I’ve never played with myself in front of anyone before. The anxiety of performing kick-starts the drum of my heartbeat, and the fact that he is mere feet from me is another trigger. Like a panther lying in wait, toying with the psyche of his prey, he watches as I introduce the toy to my sensitive flesh. Flames alight between my thighs, and I lean my head back on a moan as the toy enters me.

“Eyes on me, baby. Stay here with me.”

I can’t deny the way my heart sings in response to his command. He won’t let me block out his presence, the effect he’s having on me. It’s intoxicating.

Lining it up to my clit, I add the stimulation there from the suction and lose myself to the feel of it. Charlie’s eyes are glued to mine, as if he’s reaching inside my chest and drawing out my pleasure himself.

His tongue caresses his bottom lip in delicious waves, ebbing and flowing, claiming my gaze and intensifying the pressure low in my belly. I feel like I’m floating; I can feel the impending orgasm building beneath the surface of my skin. The tingle at the tips of my toes begins to weave and climb my legs like a growing vine.

“You close, baby girl?” His eyes blaze as one corner of his mouth curves upward, and I nod.

“Use your words. Let me hear you.”

My breath gets caught in my throat as I grind out, “y-yes.” The tsunami drags me under immediately without warning, and I can’t get the vibrator away from me quickly enough. The wave so intense it steals my breath and shakes my limbs, freezing my jaw as it hangs open.

Charlie snatches the toy from my hands as I remain frozen, nerves fried from my orgasm. He leans in to place a soft, passionate kiss to my lips. “I’ll never tire of seeing you come. You’re enrapturing. My good little brat,” he whispers against my mouth before he stands and sucks the toy still covered in me despite the bath water, into his mouth cleaning it off with his tongue, not stopping until he’s tasted every drop of me.

He looks in my soul with an insatiable hunger. Hunger that’s aimed at me, at my taste that still lingers on his tongue. Eyebrow quirked, daring me to give him the green light he so desperately craves, he answers a question that wasn’t asked.

“Would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.”

Sling It Out

sixteen

Sling It Out

Haedyn

“Can you come to the station later this afternoon, Ms. Brider?”

“Yes, I’ll be there around 4.”

Even though I know I didn’t do anything wrong, anxiety floods my body at the thought of talking to the cops about this, again. I’ve already been over this with them several times. The trauma of the event was awful, but the trauma of reliving it time after time is equally jarring.

Pouring the steaming liquid life into my favorite cup, I inhale the dark roast, letting it gather up all my fears and release them on a relaxed exhale. The smile that results is one of the first genuine ones in weeks.

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