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“Happy New Year, Greyson,” she says with a giggle.

She shuts the door behind her, and the locks click as I make my way down the hall. I get back on the elevator with a New Year's resolution in mind.

I’m going to find out exactly what Selah wants from me and give it to her.

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Selah

Manhattan, NY | January 2, 2024

I just wokeup from an interesting dream. Another one about my neighbor, Greyson. It’s a pleasant reprieve from the nightmares that I’m used to.I sigh and look over at the clock. 8:38 am. It’s a Tuesday, and I’m still on holiday break. I have a new toy I have yet to try. I reach into my nightstand to grab the silk drawstring bag. It’s lilac and palm-sized.

I press the on button and another to start the functions. This one is intense and there’s a strong vibration happening in my hand. This must be for when it’s inserted. As I fiddle with the settings, vibrating sounds fill the room, and a startled Peach jumps up from the foot of my bed and nearly takes the blankets with her as she darts out of my room. I chuckle. They’re hardly ever as quiet as advertised. I press the off button and select a different function. The clit stimulator starts with the lowest setting.

I can work with this.

I set the toy on my clit and feel the suction instantly. It’s intense but bearable. I take deep breaths and focus.

I close my eyes and envision Grey cornering me in the elevator. Heleans in, peppering kisses from my neck to shoulder. He grabs my waist to pull me in close and whispers in my ear.

“I think you can come on my fingers before this elevator stops. You want to prove me, right?”

I nod. My breath hitches as his hands lift the hem of my dress. He looks at me with the skirt of my dress balled in his fists.

“Hold this, Princess.”

I forget how to speak. I grab the dress, holding it up as his hands dip lower.

His fingers find the pool of wetness through the lace, pulling them to the side.

“So perfect.”

He slides a finger between my slick folds before pressing his thumb to my clit and rubbing in soft circles. I whimper at his touch. His intense gaze remains while he showers me with praise and increases the rhythm.

His free moves toward my face.

“Open,” he orders, placing two fingers in my mouth.

I take his fingers, swirling my tongue around them while keeping eye contact.

“Good girl,” he says before removing the fingers and placing one inside me.

I gleam from the praise and shudder at the fullness. He draws steady circles on my clit while pumping in and out of me. The sounds of my wetness fill the space.

He lowers his head to suck on my hard peaks through my dress, and I wail in response. I’ve never done that before. As if he can read my mind, something ignites in his eyes. He sucks harder, granting them both attention, but the rhythm of his hands doesn’t falter. He adds another finger, pumping in and out of me at a faster pace. I feel my legs tremble beneath me, and my breath quickens.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He pumps harder, and my head rolls back.

“Eyes on me. Almost there, baby.”

I feel the pressure building and grip onto his arms for leverage. My moans echo through the elevator, and he stares in amazement.

“You’re going to come for me?”

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