Page 21 of Twist Me

Her little dress was hiked up a bit from the bed, and it was easy to push the gun’s length under it to raise the fabric and use my other hand to run my fingertips over her slit. What I felt was her soaked panties.She gasped and slammed her legs shut. I laughed but allowed her to because my point was entirely made. I popped my finger in my mouth, tasting a faint tease of her heat.

She followed my action, looking away when I pulled my finger free of my lips and stared back down at her weapon.

“Funny that your playground doesn’t have sexy-time toys,” I mused, catching her off guard as I hopped up off the bed and started walking around her little room.

Not mistaking her gaze, she shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover her bedside table covertly.

“Not so innocent then? Shocker—you are human, after all.”

She stiffened, fighting the urge to move, when I walked over to the table and pulled out the little vibrator. The shiny metal toy was just begging to be picked up.

“What are these things called again? Oh, right.”

Feeling euphoric off her fear, I leaned into her, her gun pushing into her supple tits. I enunciated the words slowly to her.

“Abullet.”

Her audible gasp made my cock twitch, but not as much as her spicy scent invading my nose. That wasn’t just fear. I held the gun up to her face, pushing the button on the device and fitting it inside the glock’s hole. It was a perfect fit. Guess I now knew why it was called a bullet.

“How often do you use this little thing?”

She ignored me, huffing and looking away as I turned it on. I held the gun in my grip, and the toy made the entire gun vibrate with more power than I imagined possible. Walking over to the side of the bed she was sitting on, I took my other hand and poked her chest, her frail little body toppling over with so little effort.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, not moving but eyeing my sexy creation with uncertainty…and lust.

“Show me,” I said aloud, my voice a whisper, pure promise dripping from my tongue.

“What?” She knew exactly what I wanted, but fine, I’d let her hear it.

“Show me how you please that perfect little pussy your hiding.”

“I—” The battle in her eyes was intoxicating. “But I…”

I dropped the vibrating gun onto her leg, the motion making her jump, her dress laying on her stomach, blessedly out of my fucking way.

“Oh fuck, Little Lamb. You are drenched.”

Those white, virtuous-looking panties couldn’t hide her sinful need from me. I dragged the gun up her leg, moving it past her thighs.

“Tell me. When you use this, what are you imagining? What hot celebrity are you bouncing your brains off to?”

I was genuinely curious, and that annoyed me.

“None of them.” She huffed, glaring up at me.

I put my knees between her legs, the gun now slowly moving toward her inner hip. She tried to buck me off, but I held her down with my arm.

“Who, then?” I growled, my impatience growing along with my dick at the juncture of her thighs.

Her wrestling created the most delicious friction. Her pale eyes moved to the hallway, settling on something outside the door. Could it be those files?

Wait.

“You think ofus.”

The headiness of that knowledge was dizzying. I knew a lot of girls got their jollies off to us. We were the notorious asylum devils, but this innocent Little Lamb thinking about me when she came was intoxicating.

“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s for work. It’s my job.”

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