Dear fucking gods, thisisnot the time to be having this conversation.“I think Richard’s calling for me, so if you’ll excuse –”
She grabsmy arm again, making me want to die.“Tell me what you’re planning, so I can fix this.”
“Let me go.”I clench the muscles in my pussy, trying to mute the sensations, but itdoesn’twork.The room suddenlyfeelstoo hot, my body like a current ofmagical power.
Shoving her off me, I look at my king.He always knows when I’m close; he’s always stopped right before.But if he doesn’t right now, I’m going to –
My eyes latch on to his.Smirking, heraiseshis hand to his mouth.As his fingers rub against his lips, my breathcatches, my legs quiver, and I come.Hard.
Thunk.
The following noisemakesme freeze.Nothing but my pussy moves– that pulsesand pulsesand pulsesas itridesthe waves of ecstasy.
“What was that?”Fabia demands.
I refuse to look her in the eye, knowing damn well what that was.If he’d just left my underwear on, this never would have happened.The toy would still be inside me instead of between myfeet, visible to all as my dressdoesn’tquite reach the floor.
My faceas crimson asthechillies I left in my room, I whisper, “Please don’t look down.”
The bitch looksdown.“Oh dear gods.Is that –” Placing a hand over her mouth, she laughs.“That’s disgusting.I was touching you while…?”
Groaning, I cover my face in my hands.“Please never speak to me again.”
Her laughtermakesme wish Ihad a vial of poison on hand.Or a knife.Either onewouldwork.
“You have to pick it up,” she whispers.
My eyes widen.“What?”
“You can’t leave it there.That’s probably against, like, a dozen health and safety violations.There’s food in here.”
“But not on the floor.”
“Arienna –”
“Can’t I just kick it under the table?”My eyes flickerto the nearest one.There are peoplestandingaround it.Alotof people.Allof them areeating.
“No.”
“But I don’t have anywhere to put it.There’re no pockets in this thing.”
She laughs, her eyes way too suggestive for my liking.
“Wait,” Isay, myeyesfasteningon her trousers.“You have pockets.You could –”
“Oh, hel no.”
“But you’re my best friend.Best friends have to –”
“Not doing it.”She crosses her arms.
“Please?I’ll pick it up and put it in.You’ll justneedto hold it open.”
“Fuck that.”
“Come on,” Isay desperately.
Any moment now, someonewillsee it.It’sbright pink between my black shoes and so very clearly a sex toy.“I’ll tell you why I checked out the books.”
