Page 7 of Pursued By the Sasquatch

Fern

For possibly the first time in my life, I let someone help me with nothing to give them in return. Kiy didn’t seem like the type to expect anything back, anyway. Although I hoped he wanted what I wanted.

Breakfast had been cozy and calm. A moment of peace and contentment in the mess that my life had become. There were no dramas. No passive aggressive snipes. Just two people quietly enjoying each other’s company. It was strange. But I liked it.

Kiy got straight to work on putting the furniture back in place and sorting out the rugs. The police had even prised up a couple of floorboards, which he knocked back down easily. I gathered up the clutter that had been emptied from drawers into boxes for sorting later. It would take hours, and I wasn’t sure I could face it yet.

“Should I, err…?”

I looked up to see Kiy standing in the doorway to my bedroom. “Oh yes, go ahead.”

He walked in and then walked immediately back out.

“Maybe you should… well… sort your stuff out in there first, Fern.”

I looked up from my box and could have sworn that there was something like a blush under the fur on his face. Then I remembered with horror. The police had emptied my bedside tables and left everything on the dresser. Everything. Including a vibrator. The only one I’d kept after Luke had shamed me for having sex toys, saying it was an insult to him.

I felt myself flush and ran into the bedroom. I grabbed the toy and looked around wildly for somewhere to hide it. Suddenly Kiy was there at the door again, watching me intently. I shoved the vibrator with its little rabbit ears behind my back. Which was stupid because he’d clearly already seen it.

We locked eyes and my heart thudded in my chest like it was trying to escape. Was he judging me? I tried to think of excuses as to why I had it.

“Fern, you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not! I just, well, it's not like I use it.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Why not?”

I scrambled around in my brain but couldn’t find an answer before he continued.

“Did Luke make you feel bad for that, too?”

My eyes hit the floor, but I heard him growl.

“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying yourself, Fern. With having pleasure.”

His words sent a thrill of excitement through me, but I still couldn’t bring myself to speak. I looked up and was met by the sight of his excitement. A huge bulge in his pants. Did he like this?

“Do you enjoy yourself when you use that?” His voice was gruff, and it would have given away his arousal if his dick hadn’t already done that.

“Yes.” It was all I could manage.

“Show me.”

I was suddenly red hot. Embarrassment, lust, and fear all warred within me. But the winning emotion was excitement. Followed quickly by shame for feeling that.

“You want to watch me? Use this?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Take your panties off and get on the bed.”

The slight sternness in his voice made me wet. I’d never done anything like this before. But I wanted to obey him. I wanted to do as I was told. To act and not have to think. I placed the vibrator behind me on the bed and pulled my panties down under my dress, discarding them to one side. His eyes never left me. I climbed on the bed onto my knees. “Like this?”

“Perfect. Now take your toy and show me what you like.”

The intensity of his gaze was the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced. I wanted to show him. For him to watch me in my most vulnerable moment. I switched on the purple vibrator and pushed it under my dress. “Do you want me to undress?”

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