I’m so hot, so anxious, so turned on I can’t stand it. It’s so bad I don’t care that he can see me reach down and play with myself. It’s not enough, not even close to enough.
“I can’t, Red,” he says, his brows drawing together as he breathes more heavily. “Think of it as an extension of my duties. I’m here to protect your body. Even if I’m protecting you from yourself.”
He can’t leave me here, not like this.
“But I know what it feels like.” His eyes sweep down to where I’m relentlessly rubbing my clit. "And, I think I have a solution.”
I need him. Is this the feeling he was talking about? Like I might die if I can’t touch him. “Yes, anything, please Brexley,” I beg.
He stands then circles me, stalking like he's about to make the killing move.
“You need to take the edge off, little Red. And I think I found a way for you to do it.”My eyes follow his gesture to what’s laid out on a small table.He drags it over so it’s in my reach.
I groan in both disappointment and anticipation. A mini orgasm shudders through me, as I’ve yet to stop touching myself.
“How do you happen to have women’s sex toys on hand?” I ask, trying to distract myself from the hot prickles sweeping along my skin.
Picking one up, he says, “It’s amazing what one can get delivered in this city. And at any hour no less.”
He bought delivery sex toys for me?
Am I angry? Insulted? Turned on? Touched by the consideration?
Horny. I’m fucking horny.
“It’s not enough,” I say in a low tone.
I mean it in more ways than one. The orgasm did next to nothing to give me any relief or satisfaction.
“I think you can make do,” he says before he starts for the door.
Anxiety grips me and I rush to say, “You do it. You don’t have to fuck me, but what if you helped me?”
Brexley pauses. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he considers my proposal. I have a thousand uses for that tongue right now, but I keep quiet, not wanting to ruin my chances.
At last, he says, “Fine, but we do it my way. If you step out of line, I’m stopping it right away and you’re on your own.” He moves to the table and picks up a sizable sex toy.
“Aren’t you going to unchain me?” I ask.
“Not a fucking chance,” he shoots over his shoulder.Then he rounds behind me. I start to turn but he barks an order. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says and almost sob in relief when I feel the fat tip of the toy run up and down my lower lips.
I half growl, half groan as my hips try to buck back onto it.“Don’t tease me, I can’t take it.”
He chuckles darkly, right before he pushes it in me. It’s not as satisfying as his cock, but I let out a long moan as I’m filled. Instantly, I’m slamming myself back on it. In moments I’m coming again, but it still isn’t enough. Why isn’t it enough?
Because it’s not Brexley.
“I need you,” I whine.
He pulls the toy out and I half scream half whimper.
“We do it my way,” he stresses.
“If you don’t stick that thing back in me, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
My threat turns into a high-pitched yelp of surprise as he gives me what I want.
