Page 63 of The Bonds We Break
“With a vibrator.”
“The big dildo ones or the small bullet ones?”
“The small ones. More for stimulating my clit.”
I adjust my cock that’s now hard again and trapped in my jeans. “Guess we better order some of those.”
Rae shrugs. “No need. I have two with me.”
“Well, didn’t you just get a whole lot more interesting.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. It’s hot. Not gonna lie. “I was already interesting. And you and my vibrators are never gonna meet.”
“Wait? What?”
“Why are you confused? What I do to get off after you’re done with my body has nothing to do with you.”
I take a large gulp of water to put some moisture back in my mouth, after the vision of Rae playing with herself sucked it all away. “So, you have sex with a guy, then when he’s done, you go somewhere else and get off?”
“If I feel like it, yes.”
“Not with me you don’t. So, here’s how tonight’s gonna go. You’re going to find that vibrator of yours, then go sit on my bed naked. I’m gonna put a chair at the foot of the bed, and I’m going to watch you get yourself off.”
“No,” she says, even as pink tints her cheeks. She blows out a long breath packed with attitude.
“We’re flipping the script, Rae. Trust me. My cock is already hard at the thought of it. You want to turn it into another deal?”
“No ... I don’t ... You can’t ... It’s—”
“I’ll be naked and stroke my cock the whole time. We’ll do it together. And when you’ve come, I’m going to fuck you until I do.”
Her fork clatters onto her plate. “No.”
“You don’t get a say, Rae. You said you’d give me your body for six months.”
“I hate you.”
“You don’t. You’re mad I’m making you face this.”
“I’m mad about a lot of things.”
“I understand that.” I grab my phone and check the time. “It’s just past six. I’ll meet you at seven. On the bed. I won’t ask you to come. If you haven’t by seven thirty, I’ll fuck you anyway.”
And with that, I stand and clear the dishes.
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RAE
Ilook at the clock on my phone. It’s five minutes until seven.
The vibrator is on the huge bed clad in navy-and-white bedding that is soft to the touch and smells of detergent. While I rinsed and loaded the dishes earlier, King changed the sheets.
A guess it’s a slightly fucked-up fresh start of sorts.
I’m still dressed.
But the thought of what’s going to happen is both turning me on and stressing me out.
