Page 74 of Wicked Ends
I kissed the back of her hand, and she stared at me, aghast.
“But don’t worry—this time, I’ll let you out, as soon as you tell me where the bag is. As much as I love to play with you, it’s time to be honest. No more excuses to pretend you don’t want me. That’s over.”
“Yeah, right. It feels like that bag is the only leverage I have to keep you from going absolutely nuts.”
I stood beside her and stretched. Her eyes slipped down my body to my spent cock, still half hard and pointing accusingly at her.
“Is that so? How’s that leverage working out for you so far?” I reached into my bedside drawer for a little something I used often for shoulder pain and thigh cramps.
I bent down and plugged in the massager then straightened up and showed her the device.
“Now, let’s get down to business, baby. When we first met, you thought that the female orgasm was a myth.” I gave her a grin. “I hope I’ve been able to demonstrate how wrong you were… but in case I haven’t… we’re going to play a game.”
Ari’s gaze was fixed on the personal massager. There was caution there, a hint of distrust, and also, fuck me, a flicker of curiosity. This woman might actually kill me.
“What game?”
“Chicken. First one to blink… loses. You ask me to stop, you lose—and you tell me where the bag is. I blink first, and I leave you alone, as you so desperately want… and you return the bag when you see I’m keeping my word.”
Her eyes darted to mine, confusion and surprise there.
I nodded. “I’m totally serious. I give you my word.”
She wet her lips, and I fought a groan. This wasn’t going to be easy.
“Fine. Let’s play.”
My lips curved in a grin. I switched the vibrator to a low setting. No point in rushing things, plus she’d just come, so she’d be sensitive.
“Good girl… see how fun it is when we play together?”
I lowered the massager to her breast, positioning the vibrating nubs on either side of her nipple. She made a noise, a mix of protest and pleasure. Pleasure chased over her face, and she attempted to hide how good it felt.
I slid it down her body and dipped it into the sticky mess I’d left on her panties.
“My cum should be the only lube you need.” I drew a circle on her stomach with the sticky end of the massager then touched it lightly between her legs.
She stiffened like a bow, the vibrations sinking through her.
“Now, I’ve never used this little gadget for something so fun before… so let me know how that feels,” I murmured, very much enjoying the sight of my girl getting off on the machine I usually used to ease thigh cramps.
She rose. Her tits jostled. She arched her back, and her hips shifted, searching for something more, something to be inside her, but there was nothing. The first time she came, her whole body curled inward around the vibrator, and I had to coax her to relax. Her hands clutched the bedsheets as I removed the vibrator, and she was panting hard.
“Was that good, baby?” I asked.
She swallowed and nodded, then looked alarmed; I’d touched her again with the vibrator.
“Wait, what?”
“It’s Chicken, remember, and this is the game… first one to blink loses… You want me to stop?”
I touched her sopping-wet cunt with the tip of the vibrator, and her mouth opened in a wide “O” of pleasure. She shook her head.
“So stubborn. Fine, have it your way.”
I pressed the vibrator to her clit, and she writhed underneath it, coming twice as fast as the last time. Wetness hit the bed, more than before. I got the feeling that Arianna’s cunt was relatively unexplored territory, and I was the lucky man who was going to push her limits and help her discover what she was capable of. She screamed when the vibrator touched her again, her body jerking and twisting away.
I gave her a little mercy, running the machine up her inner thigh instead, then returned to her cunt. Her panties were a mess at this point.
