A shiver ran through me at his words, and without another thought, my hand moved down and pushed my skirt up out of the way more. “What am I supposed to be getting off with?”
“You don’t like your fingers? You want to be filled better than that?” he asked, smiling as he stood up and stalked around the table to me. “Oh, that’s right. You like toys, don’t you, Rebel? You like to be stretched and filled.”
I nodded, hoping that would mean he would come fill me himself, but he only clicked his tongue.
“Such a greedy thing. Reach into that bag behind you.”
“For what?” I asked, already reaching back.
“Just grab what’s in the bag,” he said, smiling.
I listened, pulling out a new wrench. My eyes went wide as he stepped up next to me. “You want me to usethis?”
He laughed, taking it out of my hand. “I had something else in mind, but let me see if this will work.” The cool metal trailed up my thigh. “Is this going to get you off? Is this going to make you come hard until you cover my bike?”
His words spurred me on, making me wet as he ran one hand over my thigh.
I shook my head no, my mouth dropping open as he moved the wrench higher. I hissed as it pushed against my entrance. “Rook, that’s cold.”
He pushed more, the handle slipping into me with ease.
“Get yourself off, Rebel,” he said, moving my fingers over my clit. “Think about how much you liked my mouth on you.”
My fingers moved in slow circles, my body already coiling, desperate to feel the relief I knew would come.
“Such a pretty slut, desperate to get off again, aren’t you?” he asked, pushing the handle of the wrench deeper. “But it’s still not enough for you. You want to be filled and stretched hard.”
I could only whimper. My hips pushed to take more as I continued the agonizing circles around my clit. The orgasm was teasing me, making my head fall back and my hand move faster.
“Is this enough? I want you to have my bike dripping.”
I shook my head again. “No,” I breathed with a moan. “Not enough.”
He leaned down, his tongue swiping deep against me as he reached into the bag to pull something else out. I pushed up, burying his face more before he pulled away with a laugh. “That pussy is so desperate to be filled. I can’t wait for you to come all over my cock. You’re going to cry and scream when I fill you. When I bury myself so deep in you and fill you. My pretty little slut used and covered in cum.”
He grabbed my hand, replacing the wrench with a brand new vibrator in it before stepping back.
“Use it,” he demanded. “Let me watch you stretch yourself around it and make my bike drip.”
I didn’t even care if he told me to or not. My body was so tight, so needy, that I was desperate to get off. I leaned back, my hand still rubbing my clit as the vibrator clicked on and I pushed it hard and deep into myself.
I cried out, already ready to come. Rook stepped closer, his hand wrapping around my neck and forcing me to lean back more.
“Don’t come unless you know you will coat my bike. Don’t waste my time on a quick orgasm that barely gets you off. I want it dripping so much I could lick it off the floor or I want nothing at all.”
His hand tightened on my neck, cutting off my air just enough to make me feel a little high. I picked up my pace, fucking myself faster now as I rubbed my clit harder. It took seconds, then white stars exploded as my eyes snapped shut. My body tightened and shattered, the same rush of liquid coming as I gasped for air against Rook’s hand.
“That’s good, baby. You did perfect. Look at my bike, it’s fucking soaked. I want to get on my knees and lap it up, but I’ll just clean you off instead.”
He leaned down, sucking and licking every inch of me until he pulled away.
“Come on,” he said, pulling me off.
“What about the mess?”
“Mess? That’s a goddamn work of art. My bike won’t be cleaned ever again.”
He dropped down into his office chair, pulling me in front of him. I stood awkwardly, still on a high from my orgasm and not sure what to do after putting on such a show for him.
