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I rounded the bed and bent to fold back the duvet he’d half kicked to the bottom bedstead. I made a show of it, leaning,working the angle he had of my chest. Once I was done that side, I slowly walked to the other, letting him lift his feet so I could finish the job.
“Anything else need attention?” My voice came out breathy.
Valentine lifted his chin to gesture to the ceiling. “That light might be loose. Why don’t ye stand on the bed and check it out.”
More heat swirled in me, spreading through my limbs.
I stepped to the top of the bed, right next to him, then set a hand on the wooden frame behind his head. Without touching him, I leaned over, making sure my boobs were right in his face until I felt his breath on my skin. Then I rose and stood over him, and pretended to examine the ceiling light.
From the bed, Valentine would be looking straight up at my chest. He made a sound of pleasure, and I peered down to find his hand now inside his boxers. The patch of white bandage just a little lower was fresh, telling me he’d changed it this morning. He was taking care of himself. It only made me need to do more.
“If I’ve never said,” he said, “the underside of your tits is fucking delectable. Something about that is hot as fuck. Like I know no one else will see it, no matter what ye wear.”
“Depends on who I’m working for,” I retorted with a grin. I reached to tap the light fitting. “This seems fine to me.”
“There’s a box under the bed. Fetch it out,” he ordered.
Oh, I liked that bossy tone. The greater urgency in him.
I stepped down and bent to find the box. My cheeks flushed hotter when I realised what he meant. My sex toy. The one based on his dick.
I extracted the tin it was inside.
Valentine took a breath. “That’s an important tool in there. I’d like ye to demonstrate it for me so I know it works. I’d do it myself but I’ve been told no touching.”
His mind worked at a different speed to mine. He’d taken my dirty maid scene and turned it into something so much better.
“Where would you like the demonstration?” I asked.
“On the bed. Other end to me.”
Yes, sir.
I rounded the bed and sat on the mattress, the folded duvet making a pillow as I reclined. Not breaking eye contact with him, I took out the weighty dildo. Ran my fingers over the length.
“Looks good to me,” I breathed.
“Ye have no idea. I’ve been fucking desperate to see it in action. But it only works if the user is naked. Strip.”
I hesitated. This was going further than I’d planned. I didn’t want to hurt him.
He must’ve read me right as Valentine stalled. “If you’re thinking my blood flow is in danger, that ship sailed the minute I saw ye. See for yourself.”
He stripped his shirt then lifted his ass to do the same with his shorts. It left him gloriously naked, his hard dick bobbing from where it lay against his belly. Then he reached for his thigh and tore the white bandage away, leaving just the sutured skin on display.
I gazed at it. At the place that evil bastard had stabbed him and nearly ended his life. It was healing. Pink and healthy, but God.
“Eyes up here,” he said softly. “All I need is for ye to keep going. I’ve been out of my mind with need for ye, the sense getting stronger until it’s all I’m thinking about. Clothes off, woman. Let me watch ye fuck yourself in real life with my replica dick. I promise I’m not about to die on ye.”
“But you almost did.”
I couldn’t help my plaintive words. He held out a hand.
“Come here a second.”
“Didn’t we say no touching?”
“Need to kiss ye.”
