Page 2 of Monster's Mystery

“It only sprinkled a little this morning,” he added.

“That’s rain!” I said vehemently.

“Nah, not really. I barely got wet when I walked the dog.”

“I got wet and there was no precipitation all day here,” I said.

“Oh really,” Aiden said suggestively. “What made you wet? Thoughts of me?”

I opened and closed my mouth a couple times. “That wasn’t what I meant, for your information. I was talking about sweat.”

“Nope. Too bad. I’m picturing it already,” Aiden said with a smirk. “Did you touch yourself at work?”

“No!” I replied, shocked.

“Did you get off on your bike on the ride home?”

I hesitated. “No.”

“You don’t sound so sure.” His expression turned dark and serious. “Show me your pretty pussy. Prove to me that you’re not wet.”

My face immediately flushed with color.

“Siobhan,” he said my name like a caress. His eyes flared with fire. “Show me. Now.”

“I was just about to hop in a shower,” I said, putting the mirror on the chair, angled so that he could see me. I only had my underthings on, and I caught a pleased look from him. I shimmied out of the panties quickly and tried to spread myself so that he could see. “This isn’t going to work,” I said at last, sighing in defeat.

“Put the mirror on the floor and kneel over it,” Aiden ordered.

I flushed again. It sounded so filthy but I did as he asked.

“Spread your lips,” Aiden murmured. “Show me how I would fuck you with my fingers if I was there behind you.”

I whimpered and slipped a finger between my lips, rubbing through my juices that had gathered, feeling rather like Pavlov’s dog hearing a bell. Except instead of drooling from my mouth, I was wet elsewhere.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” Aiden’s voice crooned from below me. “Get that new toy out, the one we bought when I was visiting. I want you to suction cup it to the floor and then ride it until you collapse from pleasure.”

“Fuck!” I gasped, my thighs already shaky from anticipation. My room was small, so I didn’t have to leave my position on the ground, stretching to reach the bottom drawer of my bedside table.

I fumbled around inside it for a second until my fingers bumped into the heavy silicone head. I hefted it out and stuck it to the floor in front of the mirror before going back for the lube.

“Are you tired?” Aiden asked, concerned.

I glanced from him to the lube. “Tired enough that I don’t want to waste my energy on lube when I’ve got some within reach,” I retorted. I slicked up my hand and rubbed it over the giant dildo I was going to force into my body.

It wasn’t as big as Aiden’s cock in his shifted form, but it came close.

My mouth watered.

Hmm, maybe I’m more like Pavlov’s dog than I thought.

I looked back into the mirror to see that Aiden had leaned forward to get a better view. I gave him a show, rubbing the head over my lips, coating it in my wetness before letting it slide inside, just a bit.

“Ooooh, feels good,” I moaned, throwing my head back dramatically. “Feels like you.”

“That’s nothing like me,” Aiden growled. “I thought you’d remember after a week of me pounding into you.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that burst from my lips as I bent over the mirror again. “I was teasing.”

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