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I bite my lip, tasting him on my tongue. It feels like I’m being set up somehow, like he’s giving me a chance to mess up.

“I want to be out here with you,” I say after a moment.

Hunter nods, and I have no way of knowing if that was the answer he wanted. He unbuckles my wrists, though, and helps me off the chair—and off of that dildo. It vibrates for a few seconds longer, unconstrained by me, before Hunter turns it off.

My legs are weak, and I cling to him just to stay upright. Hunter takes another tissue and wipes my face with it. It’s a surprisingly gentle gesture after everything he’s put me through.

“Crawl to the sofa,” he orders. “Wait there while I get something suitable.”

I nod, but I don’t immediately release him. He’s warm and strangely comforting, and it’s with reluctance that I pull away before he sees my desire for comfort as an act of rebellion. I get down on the floor, lowering my head as I crawl to the sofa.

I close my eyes and wait.

CHAPTER 9

Stef

Hunter isn’t gone long.

I look up when he returns, holding two items in his hands. One, I recognize—it’s a dildo, not too big, but not exactly small, either—but the other one confuses me until he gets closer. I’m not ignorant of most sex devices, and I realize it’s some kind of leather harness. Its purpose takes me a moment longer to figure out.

He sets the harness down on the couch next to me and shows me the lubed-up flesh-colored dildo. I eye it, wondering if it’s another vibrator, but I shift when he tells me to so he can get it inside. I squirm, the lube and the last traces of my climax making it easy for him to slide it in, and he grabs the harness. He uses the wide base of the dildo to secure it into the leather harness, securing it around my pussy, then my waist to hold it up.

It feels awkward and a little uncomfortable, and I glance up at him, not sure what to make of it.

After wiping his hands with a tissue, he sits down on the couch and pats his lap. “Get up here and lie down with your head on my lap.”

I obey again, even though the dildo inside of me rubs against my inner walls and makes me keenly aware of my recent climax. I rest my head in his lap, trying to figure out if I should reach for his cock again to warm it. I decide not to, remembering how he’d told me to keep my hands to myself, and try to relax there.

Hunter picks up a tablet from the side table, and after tapping around on it a bit, he settles in with the tablet in one hand and the other on my head. I swallow hard, tense for a moment, but all he does is stroke my hair gently.

I jolt at first, expecting him to grab and pull or do something remotely demanding, but he doesn’t. He just… touches me, and it’s somehow more intimate than the dildo inside of me. I glance up at him, but he’s ignoring me as he focuses his attention on the tablet.

I wonder what he’s reading. It’s hard to see with the tablet in the way, but he moves it enough sometimes that I catch a glimpse of his expression. His brow is furrowed in consternation, and it doesn’t seem like he enjoys whatever he’s reading.

Part of me wants to ask questions. But he’d been so upset at my slight hesitation, and he said he wanted total obedience when he was at home.

That doesn’t stop my own mind from wandering… and getting bored. I don’t hate his petting, but once I’ve grown used to the dildo inside me—just don’t squirm too much—I wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have chosen to go back to my room after all.

I feel strangely ignored.

To keep myself occupied, and from doing something stupid like complaining, I look around the living room. The couch we’re on has a firm seat and immaculate white suede cushions. The coffee table is similarly white. The walls are, of course, white. Even the carpet under the coffee table is white. There’s a textured pattern, but it’s white all the same.

I bet the only reason the TV hanging on the wall isn’t white is because they don’t sell them in different colors.

It’s such a big TV, I wonder why we aren’t watching anything right now. What a waste of the curved screen. It must be a 4K TV, and I’d guess it’s at least 70 inches. I check the console underneath the TV for a Blu-ray player or movies or…

My eyes widen. There are no movie cases, but there is something better.

“Do you play?” I ask, surprised.

Hunter’s hand on my head stills. “Play? Play what?”

I point toward the gaming system sitting behind the glass doors. “Video games. That’s a current gen system. I’d been saving up for one, but…” I cut myself off. Dylan had pointed out we needed the money for drugs, and I’d agreed with him.

“No,” Hunter answers. “I don’t play. My nephew set it up, but I’ve never used it.”

“Oh,” I say, more than a little disappointed. It could’ve been something we could talk about. “If you ever decide you want to,” I go on, my voice tentative, “I can recommend some games.”

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