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One man. I just have to please one man. That’s it.

That makes this situation worlds better than Ntimacy, even if I’m uncomfortably turned on and in a strange sort of headspace that I don’t recognize. “Please, Master,” I say. “I’m sorry for… for…” For what? “For disobeying you.”

He removes his hand from my belly to stroke my scalp instead. “I’m not sure I believe your sincerity. But good that you’re trying. I’ll reward you for that.”

I’m not sure I like the idea of a reward from him. Men like him think their cocks are a reward.

Hunter reaches into the pocket of his slacks—and yes, he’s definitely hard—and pulls something out. It’s a little remote of some sort, and I have no idea what that’s for.

Until he clicks it, and the dildo I’ve been sitting on suddenly begins to buzz.

I let out a little gasp, and I can’t help but shift slightly, trying to lessen the way it presses in all the right places. I’m not used to getting turned on by anything anymore; I keep lube on hand so men at Ntimacy don’t complain about my dry pussy. But right now?

I’m not dry at all.

I mewl when he reaches out to play with my nipples again, my eyes widening in surprise. This isn’t what it’s like.

It hasn’t been this way since Dylan.

No, even then, it hadn’t felt this good.

“Wait,” I plead, trying to lift my hips off the chair. But there’s nowhere to go, not with my hands cuffed to the arms of the chair, and I sink back down again. The motion just makes the vibrations seem even stronger inside me.

“I liked that,” Hunter says. “Do it again. Fuck yourself on the dildo.” He presses a button on the remote again, and the intensity of the buzzing increases.

I can’t help but moan, and I try to duck my head again. The collar still stops me, though, so I close my eyes for a moment. I don’t want to disobey—again—so I gingerly rise up a few inches and lower myself again. It feels surprisingly good.

“Keep going.” Hunter rubs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Open your mouth. Keep it open while you fuck yourself. I want to hear all your sounds.”

I swallow hard, and I tentatively lick his thumb. I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do or not, but he keeps going. I let out a soft moan as I raise my hips a little higher and settle back down, the dildo touching all the right places. “Do you…” I hesitate. “Can I suck you? While I…” I shiver. “While I do this?”

Hunter watches me so intensely that I regret even asking. I blink to stave off tears.

I don’t know why I thought he would want me to.

Then he asks, “Do you want it? Do you want your master’s cock?”

No.

Yes.

I don’t know.

I’m so mixed up inside that I don’t know what I want anymore. But I nod as much as I can around the collar. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Master.” I pause in fucking myself on the dildo, looking at him with a slight wince as it drives all the way inside of me again. The vibrations are making it hard to focus, and I let out another soft noise.

Hunter lets out a soft noise. “Not quite. But I’ll allow it.” He sets the vibrator remote on the table and, surprisingly, unbuckles the collar around my neck.

I take in a deep breath. I hadn’t realized just how restricted my breathing had been until now.

Hunter rubs my throat a few times before getting up and positioning himself in front of me. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, and I realize now why he removed the collar.

His erection is straining in his slacks, and I still don’t understand how he can be so calm while he’s so hard. I’ve never met a man who didn’t make his erection his first priority.

“Do you want to come?” he asks me as he strokes my hair.

“I…” To my own surprise, I realize I do. I already feel good with the vibrator buzzing away inside of me, but I want to feel even better. I want to actually come for the first time in as long as I can remember—because I definitely never came at Ntimacy. I pretended, sure, but that had been about it. “I’m not sure I can,” I admit. Maybe my body is incapable of it now.

“You can,” Hunter says with a strange confidence. He doesn’t know my body, though. He’s groped me and fondled me, but he doesn’t know how little sex has appealed to me in the past few months.

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