She listens, hopping down and curling up in the corner by the bedroom door.

The package is small, but when it comes to Harkin, God only knows what he’s hidden inside the matte present box.

“Did you find it, little one?” he calls again, his voice deepening into that seductive tone that means we’re about to step into my favorite space.

I settle the computer back on the bed and sit with the box in my lap. “Yep!” I beam. “Can I open it?”

“Keira.”

“Can I open it, Sir?” I correct, lowering my eyes. It doesn’t matter that he spent months training me while we were in Colorado. We worked through the dynamic we wanted to explore and develop in our relationship. He had experience, and I was still pushing the boundaries to see what I could gain. I doubted it was something we’d ever nix altogether.

“Open it.”

He doesn’t have to order that one twice. The soft silk glides through my fingers as I pull the bow free. The top lifts off fromthe bottom, exposing the U-shaped silicone toy. He’s quiet as I work the toy from its plastic holder.

“Strip.”

There isn’t much to strip since I’m already in pajamas—a rarity these days. I shove the gift box and toy aside and move the computer down, giving Harkin a wider angle. It also gives me enough space to lift the soft cotton tank over my head and slide the sleep shorts down my legs and onto the floor.

“Lie back against the headboard and spread your legs for me.”

I do as I’m told, pulling up my knees and dropping them comfortably to the sides.

“Fuck, little one. Look at my pretty pink pussy.”

I don’t, because I know it’s not an order but an observation. My nipples pebble from the cold room and the anticipation of our night to come. The longer it stays quiet while he takes me in, naked and on display, the more I want to fidget and get started. The sound of his zipper lowering is deafening in the moment.

“Are you wet for me, or do we need to get you ready, sweetness?”

My fingers move before he finishes his question, drawing across my skin with the lightest touch. Goosebumps bead up in their aftermath, lighting my skin up like the sky on the Fourth of July. When they reach the apex of my thighs, I can’t help but circle my clit, ripping a needy moan from my throat.

“Tsk tsk. I said check, not play with your clit.”

My fingers halt their assault as much as I want to ignore him and continue. “Sorry, Sir,” I add, hoping to keep the momentum moving. Dipping my fingers to my entrance, I pause before pushing in without any resistance. My pussy’s slick and ready for use.

“Show me.”

I drag them out slowly, the sheen of my arousal coating the digits I hold up toward the camera.

“Always so wet for me, little one. That shameless cunt of yours doesn’t even need me to be in the same room. Grab the toy and turn it on.”

I reach out quickly across the mattress until my fingers fold around the smooth material. Harkin’s chuckle meets my ears, and I whip my head around, throwing daggers in the computer’s direction.

“Don’t start. You’ll regret it,” he warns as the toy vibrates to life in my hand, causing me to drop it in my lap.

Fuck, that was intense.

“Lay back, sweetness, put it on your clit for me.”

I don’t hesitate, ready to feel the quick, euphoric orgasm from the stimulation. Before placing it where he asked, I suck the toy into my mouth, over-exaggerating its slow removal, no doubt looking like a porn star written for men’s consumption. His needy groan confirms it had my desired effect. Teasing him is a new high for me, not one I usually explore when he’s physically here. I add it to my mental checklist to try more often.

I let the toy circle my hard nipple on the left side, then the right, where it vibrates against my taut skin. The reminder has me moving it straight to my clit, but it powers off. The whimper it pulls from my throat voices my annoyance.

“Not so nice, is it?”

Touché.I think to myself, but the only thing he sees is the eye roll that accompanies it.

The toy roars to life, likely on the highest setting. I jerk it away from my body. It’s too much all at once.