Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Her protracted, “Oh…” of understanding made me chuckle.
“So, have you used it?” she asked.
“Many times.” But usually in the privacy of my own accommodations. Which reminded me. “If you don’t feel like putting yourself on display, we can always have any of this brought to the house.”
She snorted. “Yeah, I’d hate to have anyone see me doing wild stuff like this. I’m shy.”
“Fair enough.”
Turning away from the machine, she pointed to the saddle-style vibrator in the corner. “Is that what I think it is?”
“It is.” That was the one that excited our guests the most, probably due to the overwhelming amount of porn that had bolstered the toy’s reputation. It was stunningly simple: a high-powered vibrator with optional attachments for rotating internal stimulation. As uncomplicated as it was, it yielded impressive results. Because the units themselves were so short, we’d elevated them slightly on platforms to keep our guests from having to kneel on the floor.
“Can I use this?” Charlotte’s eyes gleamed. “One tiny little orgasm? To tide me over until tonight?”
I grinned. “How could I refuse my princess?”
I flipped through my key ring and headed to the cabinet to get the attachments. We kept plenty, so they could be easily swapped out for sanitizing without putting the whole machine out of use for too long.
There tended to be a line.
“What do you think?” I asked, holding out a large option and a small one.
She grabbed the larger of the two. That’s my girl.
I got us a bottle of lube too, though she balked at that. “Trust me, I’m ready to go.”
“Trust me, there’s friction to think about,” I warned her. “With all of these machines. So don’t come in here expecting you won’t need some lubrication, or you’ll have a bad time.”
“Nobody wants rug burn on their pussy,” she conceded, untying her shawl and wiggling her bottoms down while I set up the machine.
With the well-lubed dildo jutting up from its cradle, Charlotte climbed on and sank down with a happy sigh. “Okay. I’m ready.”
I put the control box in her hands.
She frowned. “You’re not going to do this?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m going to watch.”
“And jack off?”
“No.” I was only human; I needed to be able to perform later. “I love to see you come. I love to listen to you. I’m going to do that now, with no distraction. And you’re going to be aware the entire time that you’re being watched.”
She shivered.
I sat on the edge of the platform beside hers and nodded to the controls in her hand. “Whenever you’re ready.”
She swallowed hard and switched it on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
(Charlotte)
Holy…
I’d always assumed the women in the videos I’d watched had been playing things up for the camera, but the moment the vibrator came to life, even on the lowest setting, I moaned. It was more from shock than anything else; I hadn’t expected it to use such deep, throbbing waves. Not just against my clit; my thighs and belly trembled from the power. The textured rubber nestled between my labia had been perfectly shaped to hit exactly the right spot without any need to adjust the angle.
Whoever designed the thing was a genius.
I hesitated before I turned on the rotation and glanced up at Matt. “I know I said ‘one tiny little orgasm’—”
“It’s not going to be tiny,” he promised darkly. “And I’m not letting you get away with just one.”
I panted a little laugh. He was right, it wouldn’t be one. The intensity of the vibrations alone was very close to getting the job done. I decided I would ride the first one out before I turned the other function on.
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Matt was right; I was aware of his presence. Hyper-aware. The fact that he was fully dressed, watching, not participating in any way, made it feel dirtier somehow.
“Is it living up to your expectations?” he teased.
I held up my middle finger and he laughed.
The rising heat in my pelvis radiated outward, consuming me, tightening every muscle and assaulting me with the contradicting urge to press myself harder against the machine and to rise up off it, to escape the sensation rapidly spiraling me to the edge. My breathing sped up, and I arched my back, giving myself up to the roaring tension, bursting with a satisfied “Ah!”
“Surely you can do better than that,” Matthew said.
After an orgasm, the direct clitoral stimulation was way too much, in the best way. It didn’t let me come down, not even a little. I gripped the controls and forced myself to turn the dial for the rotation. The dildo inside me twitched to life and started a slow roll that brought shockingly deep pressure to my G-spot one second, then disappointingly moved away before coming back again. I turned it up, and the machine grew louder.