Page 142 of The Devil’s Lair

I move behind her, sliding an arm across her midriff, my other hand brushing her hair out of the way. I kiss her neck, and she leans into me with a soft moan.

“I love that.”

“I know.” I kiss her again, then release her. She shivers. “Get on the bed.”

She does, shifting up to rest against the headboard. I drag a chair to the end of the bed, then amble over to a set of five drawers to open the top one. I remove a toy and return to the chair, settling into it.

“What’s that?”

I ignore her, crossing my ankle over the opposing knee. “Take off your clothes.” My voice rasps, my dick already painfully hard, and we haven’t even started yet.

There’s a slight tremble to her hands as she unbuttons her blouse and slips out of her jeans. Beneath, she’s wearing a pale pink lingerie set that sets off her dark hair and naturally tanned skin. She looks stunning, and I’m tempted to ask her to leave the lingerie on, but for what I have planned, it’ll be easier if she’s naked.

Her underwear joins her clothes at the side of the bed, and she shivers again.

“Are you cold?”

She shakes her head. “A little apprehensive.”

“That’s natural.” I toss the Lem onto the bed. It lands right beside her. “Have you ever used one of these before?”

She picks up the lemon-shaped toy, turning it over in her hands. “No.” A pink flush spreads over her chest. “The only toys I’ve experienced were used on me.”

I quash a flush of anger. “Have you masturbated before?”

She gets pinker. It’s fucking adorable. “Occasionally.”

“There’s a button on the side. Press and hold it until it makes a single buzzing sound.”

“Okay.”

“Now, put it over your clit and press the same button again. I’d start on setting one or two to begin with. It’s pretty powerful.”

“Is my clit going to get sucked into the thing?”

I laugh. “Their marketing material specifically states that they haven’t lost a clit yet.”

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?”

I dip my chin. “For now, yes. You look beautiful, Rebecca. So fucking sexy.”

“Have you watched other women like this?”

“Sometimes. Never in person, though. I mainly watched couples from my office or from one of the private rooms that overlook the part of the club where couples consent to being watched.”

“Did you masturbate when you watched them?”

“Yes.”

She swallows, rubbing her lips together. “Do you still want to do that? Watch other people?”

I smile. It’s as though she read my mind. “Yes, but only with you. Never alone. And if it’s not your thing, then that’s okay.”

Her teeth nibble her bottom lip. “One day, I might like to try.”

My dick jerks, and I briefly close my eyes. Fuck, yes.

Her hands are still trembling when she affixes the toy to her clit. A sharp hiss whistles through her teeth.