Page 19 of Tell Me What You Want

“Why don’t you just get dressed and go?” I say coolly, and raise an eyebrow.

He doesn’t respond. He just stares at me defiantly, his eyes half-lidded.

Furious, I shove him out of the way and walk back out of the kitchen, but I can feel him following me.

“Get dressed and get out of here,” I say as I turn toward him. “Get out!”

“Jude ...,” he says in a low voice.

“Don’t Jude me! I want you to get out of my home.”

“You know why I came over.”

“For sex.”

“Yes, I came over to show you how to use the vibrator.”

He’s so full of himself when he says that. So flippant!

“What, you think I’m so dumb, I couldn’t figure it out?” I shout, my anger rising.

“No, Jude,” he starts, “I just wanted to be the first you used it with.”

“The first?”

“Yes, the first. I’m sure that after today, you’ll use it many, many times, and always think of me.”

That cocky crap just kills me.

“What incredible conceit! Who do you think you are? The most irresistible man on earth?” I say, tossing caution to the wind.

“No, Jude, I don’t think any of that,” he says with a disconcerting calm as he puts on his pants. “But Iamthe first to use a vibrator on your body. Whether you like it or not, you can’t just erase that. So whether you play with others or solo in the future, you’ll always know I was the first.”

Hearing him say that turns me on.

What is it about this man that gets me going like this?

But I’m not ready to fall under his spell again.

“Fine, you were the first. But life is long, and I promise you won’t be the last. I should thank you. Thank you for not giving me some bland roses and instead giving me a vibrator I’m sure will be of great use to me when I’m having sex with other men. Thank you for adding this little bit of joy to my sex life.”

I hear him snort. Great. I’m pissing him off.

“A piece of advice,” he says, counter to all expectations. “Always carry the other vibrator I gave you in your bag. It’s shaped like a lipstick, and it’s so discreet that no one but you will know what it is. I’m sure you’ll find many special places to use it, alone or with company.”

That throws me off. I thought he was going to tell me to fuck off. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. I look at him, and for an instant, I’m tempted to use my knee where it would hurt most. But he touches my chin and makes me look him in the eye. Before I can say anything, his tongue licks my upper lip. He sucks my lower lip, and that’s when I feel the insistence of his penis against me.

“Do you want me to fuck you again?”

I want to say no.

I want him to get out of my apartment.

But my body does not respond to me. All I can do is keep gazing up at him while a wave of desire rises mightily inside me. What is happening to me?

“Jude, answer me,” he demands.

Knowing I can only say yes, I agree. He turns me in his arms without ceremony. He walks me over to the cabinets, places my hands on them, and pushes me forward; then he tears my panties off. I whimper. I feel him pull his wallet out of his pocket and extract a condom. He takes off his pants and his underwear with one hand while he uses the other to massage my ass. I close my eyes and imagine him putting on the condom. I don’t know what I’m doing. I only know I’m at his mercy, ready to do whatever he wants with me.

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