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“Then what happens?”

“That’s all up to you. I’m gonna be around though, observin’ shit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Watchin’ you. I want to see how you react to it,” he tells me. He’s going to watch me? The thought alone causes my skin to prickle. I’ve never had someone watch me before while I’ve had sex. If I have sex. He said it was all my choice.

“I don’t like this,” I tell him truthfully.

“You’re gonna be fine, Addison. I promise. I wouldn’t let anyone near you that you didn’t want there.”

“How will I know what I want?”

“Trust me. you’ll know.” I sit back in my seat and wait for the effects of the drug to hit me. After a few more minutes, I feel it. A tingle runs down my spine as I look over at Free. He just watches me intently, his clipboard in front of him. I shift in my seat, feeling a little light-headed but good. I feel … good. Like everything else in the world is slowly fading away.

“You’re startin’ to feel it,” Free says as I nod my head. He nods his head and marks something down on his paper.

A chill races over my body as I look around at the guys in the room. They all look good, too good. How are there so many good-looking men in one place? Or is it the drugs making them seem that way? Either way, I don’t know, but I can feel the effects of this hitting me. My body is heated, hotter than I’ve ever felt it before. There’s a tingle between my legs, one that needs to be sated.

I shift in my seat and find myself moaning at the contact of my clothes touching me. My shirt feels tight, too tight, as it rubs against my nipples.

“She’s so pretty,” I hear Bunny say before hands are on my shoulders. Shocks jolt through my body as I look to Free for help or answers.

“It’s all the drugs, Addison. You’re good.” I nod my head but I don’t feel like I’m okay. I feel like I’m a cloud of electricity, and at any second, I could burn.

Shifting again, I moan louder this time as the cloth of my panties drags against my sensitive flesh. I bite my lip to keep from making noise as Bunny’s lips touch my neck. I don’t want to like it. I don’t want her to do it, but I slowly tilt my head and give her better access because it feels too damn good not to.

Slowly, her hands slip around my chest and begin to knead my breasts. Shots of electricity shoot through my body as I picture Free touching me. What the hell? I can’t see Bunny anymore; it’s only Free. His hands are all over me, touching and teasing, but I can still see him sitting across the table from me. I shake my head to rid the thoughts and Bunny comes back into view. I look up at her, and she smiles at me before lowering her lips to mine. She kisses me softly at first before biting at my lips. I pull away. I don’t want her. I want him. Why do I want him? Why do I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin if I don’t have Free?

Shoving out of the chair, I stumble down toward the bedroom with him closely behind me. He follows me into the room and sits in the chair, watching me.

“Why do I feel like this?”

“You want sex. You want to come?” he asks me. I nod my head. “That’s the drug doin’ it’s job. If you want cock, any of them are willin’ to give it to you.” I know that. I know what he said, but I can’t get him out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about Free touching me. I climb on the bed, and it’s hot, too hot. I strip out of my clothes and lie there naked and open to him, but I don’t care. I don’t feel shame. I don’t feel anything but need. And I need him. I want him.

“Free,” I whine as my hands slowly skate over my stomach.

“Yeah?”

“I need something.”

“I know you do. Play with yourself, Addison. Make yourself feel good,” he tells me. I slowly slip my hand between my legs and find my pussy soaked. I can’t believe how wet I am, and it’s not from the damn drugs either. It’s from Free. His voice. His words.

I slide a finger in and out of myself, trying to mimic the feel of what he would feel like, but it’s not working. I scream in frustration as Free sits back and watches me. How can he sit there and watch as I struggle?

“Free, please.” I’ll beg him. I will. I have no shame right now, and all my inhibitions have gone out the window. I roll my hips, only to be greeted by the cool air in the room. I jerk my hips up and slide my hand back over my pussy, this time stopping at my clit. I buck my hips, but there’s no use. I can’t get myself there. I need more. I want more.

“I need you,” I cry out in frustration.

“I can get one of the other guys in here,” he says, offering his help. I don’t want another guy. Another guy won’t do. I need him.

“No! No other guys, Free. You. I need you.” And I beg. I beg for him. I need him. I crave him more than he could possibly know. I want his cock inside me. I want him breaking me in half. I want him making me come until I can’t see straight. I need it.

“I can’t.”

“You can. Break your own rules, Free. Please,” I beg as I turn my head and look at him. Our eyes lock from across the room, and that’s where they hold. I see the look in his eyes. He wants to fuck me. I know he does.

“Please,” I cry out as I shove another finger inside myself. I slowly drag it in and out, in and out, but the feeling is off. I’ve never had a problem getting myself off before, but I seem to now.

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