Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I shivered in my chair, my pulse hectic as X took his sweet time replying.
I jolted when my phone finally vibrated.
X: Why are these fantasies and not firsthand knowledge?
Me: Oooo, you’re really asking the tough questions today. You’re determined to strip me down to the painful truth, aren’t you?
X: Are you avoiding the question?
Me: Nope. I’ll tell you. I’ve told you everything else so far, what’s a little more embarrassment? I only have fantasies because no one has ever delivered. Is that bold enough for you?
X: You’re saying you’ve never had an orgasm with someone?
Me: Nope. Never. I had hoped you’d be up for the challenge, but alas…you turned me down.
X: Lori…fuck. Are you trying to get me in trouble at work?
Me: How am I getting you in trouble?
His reply took a while. Nerves crept down my spine. Perhaps I’d gone too far. This sort of talk wasn’t right between two people who barely knew each other.
I still don’t know his name, yet I’m confessing I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before.
Good grief, I really did need help.
X: Have you orgasmed by yourself at least?
His question caught me off guard. I’d wanted to know how he was struggling at work, but he’d directed the questioning back to me.
Sneaky, annoying man.
Me: Yes, but it’s not easy.
X: Will what I sent do the trick?
Me: I’m not sure.
X: Would you try for me?
I froze.
I reread his message. Again and again.
And before I could move, he sent another.
X: My dose of honesty for the day is…the thought of you using something I bought for you makes me insanely hard. I feel sick for even writing that. I feel as if I’m taking advantage of you when you’re still healing. But…if you’re up for it and it doesn’t push you into dark places, I want you to use my gift and tell me how it goes. In as little or as much detail as you want.
Oh God.
My lungs stopped working as I forced trembling fingers to type.
Me: I’m surprised you didn’t ask for video footage. You like cameras, after all.
X: Are you insinuating that I have a camera in your bedroom?
Me: Wait, do you?
X: What? Of course not!
I smirked, enjoying making him uncomfortable for a change. Before he could reply, I committed to making him squirm.
Me: Do you want to?
Radio silence.
No reply.
No phone chirp.
Before, his silence would’ve set my panic off, wondering if I’d gone too far or stepped over too many lines. But he’d erased those lines the moment he bought me a dildo.
Turning off the screen, I scooped up my kitten, the sparkly erotic toy, and strolled into the garden.
If he liked watching me so much, so be it.
I’d put on a show for him in the only place he could watch.
* 26 *
Zander
She’s Going to Kill Me
I STOOD IN AN EMPTY PRIVATE WARD, glaring at my phone as Sailor triggered my camera sensors.
Still dressed in her linen shift from this morning, she gleamed like a fallen star in the sun as she placed Peng down and made a delicious, blatant display of stretching. In her left hand, something extremely phallus-like glimmered with silver. It looked almost identical to the image I’d chosen online.
It’d taken me ages to settle on that one: heavy glass designed to be classy and pleasurable—according to the website. I’d looked at a terrifying range of silicone penises and devices with vibrating rabbit ticklers, pearl beads, and a thousand different settings.
Thanks to working in the medical industry, I’d heard one too many stories of silicone allergies. However, if Sailor found it hard to reach that critical point, perhaps I should’ve gotten her something that stimulated everything all at once at an intensity that would leave her screaming.
Do you hear yourself?
These were not usual thoughts of a man who didn’t even have a girlfriend. I’d also never confess that I’d almost had a wet dream last night. I’d been the one to use that glass toy on her. She’d definitely found that pinnacle, and I’d woken just as the first ripples of release quaked through me. There’d been nothing I could do to stop it, and I’d flushed with guilt that I’d gotten off to fantasies of my neighbour—the girl who had no idea how I felt about her.
“Fuck’s sake, stop it.”
Cursing my hard-on that she’d caused with her messages, I glowered at my phone as the cameras recorded her lifting her arms over her head. She arched her back, hinting she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thin material of her dress clung to her in ways that should be illegal. Gathering her long sandy-blonde hair into a ponytail, she rolled her neck, then trailed her hands down her body, using the toy to torment me.
The damn dildo followed her curves, touching everything I wanted to.
“Christ, you’re going to kill me,” I groaned.