Page 59 of Temptation at Randy's

Maybe I was exploring a side of me that took after them on the impatient front. I couldn’t say I was sorry.

Claude laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

“No, you shouldn’t.”

Orgasm control was definitely not something I was good at—or anything that had to do with delayed gratification, really. It had never been my thing, and it wasn’t going to start being my thing now.

“Who’s the Domm here?”

I didn’t bother answering, but I did follow their lead from earlier and just headed upstairs. For all they complained, Claude didn’t hesitate to follow right after me. Being inside the room was not enough, though. They’d turned teasing me into a fine art, and not rushing through things was the best way to do it. They’d learned that one fast, too.

So, before I could turn around and try to decipher the expression in Claude’s face, or drown in the want reflected in their blue eyes, I started disrobing.

I tried to, at least, Claude’s hands on mine the second they realized what I was doing.

“I want you to try something new.”

I panted. “What do you want?”

The truth was, I’d try pretty much anything they’d set their mind on.

“Take off your underwear and get on the bed. Dress stays on.”

“Claude,” I warned.

“I know you said you prefer being naked when you’re touching yourself,” they said. I breathed. I hadn’t gone straight to assuming they hadn’t been listening, but there was validation in hearing my words repeated back. “But this isn’t masturbating. This is me fucking you, and I think you’re going to be into how dirty it can feel when you’re being fucked while fully clothed. Mostly.”

Shit.

Well, when they put it like that.

I squirmed, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. It was all Claude needed to see to know I was in whatever new plan of theirs this was.

I didn’t want to do anything about it, but I shouldn’t be this easy to read.

Probably.

Oh, well.

Claude made quick work of everything once I was how they wanted me on the bed. I tracked them as they grabbed lube, and a condom, and the ribbed dildo they’d taunted me with. They took off their pants then, quickly slipping on the strap. I was transfixed by the simple act. Something about it had every nerve ending in my body screaming with newfound need.

I thought that after they’d adjusted the strap in the right place, they’d be on me. Apparently, Claude had something else to grab from their nightstand.

My mouth dried up when I saw what it was—their wand. I’d used it on them more times since that first night I’d spent here. I was still intimidated by it.

“I should let you know what I’m planning, huh?”

“Uh… Yes?” I cleared my throat.

I hadn’t meant it as a question, but my voice had tilted up of its own volition. Claude would have to deal because there wasn’t a lot more I could do. It was either that or not saying anything at all while the knot in my throat grew.

“Gonna fuck you like I said, but I read somewhere your taint is super sensitive, so I wanna use my wand on it.”

“It is,” I moaned, my mouth parted.

It really was. I loved pressing the pads of my finger against that canal of smooth skin when I was on my own.

“Good.” Claude looked worryingly pleased with the confirmation. “So we’re doing that.”

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