Page 67 of Between Dusk and Dawn

"Of course," I whispered. As I pulled the box from the closet and set it in the center of the room, it dawned on me he was probably alerted the moment I used my palm to enter the office. He knew I saw the cameras and knew he was watching me.

"You want a show?" I asked, knowing damn well where he hid the fucking video feeds in the room. "A show I’ll give you."

This time, though, I didn't want to punish him. No, I wanted him to remember why he’d brought me here. I wanted him to remember the fierceness in my spirit, not the melancholy I’d been surrounded by the last few days. I didn’t want him to see me cry anymore.

I straightened my shoulders before sliding out of the leggings I’d worn to bed. My black lace boy shorts were mostly covered by the oversized T-shirt I was wearing, but the moment I bent over to rifle through the box, my ass would be on display.

I pulled out a variety of colorful vibrators, each serving a distinct purpose, but I was looking for one particular gift. I’d bought it on a whim one night, draining whatever money I’d made that month from assisting with a class. I was desperate to get off, and nothing seemed to be working. I dug deeper in the box trying to find what I was looking for when finally, I found it at the very bottom—my saddle.

It was all black and the size of a horse saddle. A few buttons on the back controlled the vibration type, the speed, and the intensity. On the top, it looked like a saddle would without the stirrups, and in the center was the ability to add extra toys. I loved the way it felt to grind on it. I loved the power I had over the toy. It was probably the best investment I’d made.

And when I needed to get off? It knew exactly what to do.

I fastened one of the dildo attachments with the extra clit-stimulator, then ripped off my shirt, exposing my hard breasts.

"Since you aren't home to show me, Daddy, then I guess I’ll have to do it myself," I said, imagining the way Walsh looked as he stalked toward me. The way he always seemed to lurk through the shadows as if he was dancing with them.

The way he appeared to be death incarnate and yet somehow the most beautiful human I’d ever seen in my life. I closed my eyes to picture the tattoos on his skin, the way the ink swirled as if they were coming to life.

I brought the saddle over to the window. There was just something about wondering if the guards outside could walk by and see me riding my toy while performing for my…husband…who was very much watching me from wherever he was on this godforsaken planet.

I placed it on the floor and straddled it, falling to my knees. My fingers dipped into my soaking wet pussy, gathering my arousal, then I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean.

"It’s all for you," I cried. Because it was. I’d resigned myself to the fact that my entire life was here for him. I wanted him to come back. I wanted us to be broken together and fucking heal together. We were two very scared people, and I needed to figure out a way to get him back here. I needed to have a conversation with him and knew he’d scoff at my begging, but maybe if I made it tantalizing enough, he’d have to come home. He’d want a piece of this person.

I peeled off my underwear then I dropped down onto the saddle, reaching behind me to turn on the vibration button. It was already set to how I preferred it to rock back and forth. Then I turned up the intensity, and the machine roaring to life sent a thrill down my spine.

I scooted forward to sit atop the dildo, slowly letting it fill me. A part of me was laden with disappointment because while this used to do the trick months ago, there was no way it would ever compare to Walsh’s cock.

As I held onto the side of the saddle, the vibration surrounded me. I moaned. It was annoying to stabilize with my knees, but I carefully slid up and down, my wetness soaking the seat.

"Fuck." I ground atop the saddle, riding my way through to my orgasm. The tip of the dildo sent careful vibrations to my clit, warming my entire body with pleasure. I slowly bouncedatop the shaking saddle. I missed my little toy and the sexual liberation it gave me.

As I looked outside, I’d hoped I could see a shadowed figure, but no one was there, not even the guard who usually did his rounds in the back of the house. That was odd, but I chalked it up to me getting the times all mixed up and threw my head back.

I turned up the intensity to the highest it could go and let the vibrations take me away.

"Walsh," I cried out his name, feeling the orgasm right there. I imagined the way his eyes would roll backward, the intensity pulsating between us through the room. God, I imagined the way his cock filled me up, bringing me to the brink of explosion.

Then my orgasm rocked through my body. It shredded through every single sensitive part, and when it was finally over, the vibrations of the saddle sent quivers through those sensitive parts. I quickly threw my leg over the machine before it wrecked my core, then shut it off.

I collapsed onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling before a smile curled the corners of my lips. If that didn’t get his attention, then I didn't know what would.

I went to the bathroom to clean off my toys and myself, and once I was done, I jumped atop his bed and pulled out my phone next to me.

There were a string messages from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:

I had to send all the guards away because of your performance.

Unknown Number:

Those noises….

Unknown Number:

You win. Fine. Fuck. What do you need?

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