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Doesn’t matter. Just consider yourself lucky that I’m willing to give you permission to orgasm.
Vincent responded for the first time, but it was just a laughing emoji and a confetti effect. That fucking clown. My fingers flew over the keys.
What do I need to do?
My fingers tapped rapidly on the mattress as I waited for his response. I kept glancing at the window. Even being on the second floor, I had the irrational fear that I was going to look over and see Lucas outside, staring at me from the dark.
Kneel on your bed in front of the window and give me a show.
I stared at the text for a long time, chewing my lower lip. I could refuse and go to sleep, but I was hot and uncomfortable already. Sleep wouldn’t come easily unless I found some way to get this tension out.
It was the middle of the night and all the other houses on our street were dark. But what if someone saw me?
Yes or no. Before I get bored.
With my heart pounding, I crawled across the bed to kneel right in front of the window. Somewhere out there, Lucas was watching me. That smoldering heat in my belly flared with a vengeance. I tugged down the waistband of my pajama pants until they pooled around my knees, nervously licking my lips as I gazed out into the dark. But unless my face was closer to the glass, the only thing I could see was my own expression staring back at me.
There’s a good girl. Give me something sexy to show the boys when I get home. I’ll be recording.
I picked up the vibrator and turned it on, taking a deep breath. I started slowly at first, touching it lightly to my abdomen and caressing it over my pubic mound. They were all going to see me do this. Lucas would go home, show them this video…
Would they jack off to it? Stroke themselves to the sight of me, spill their cum when I wasn’t even there to taste it? The thought made my breath catch.
I had set my phone aside, but I could still see the screen.
You’d better have that thing on its highest setting.
I paused, flicking the button on my toy in the other direction. The vibrations grew stronger, reverberating through my hand. I rarely used this setting; it took me from zero to one hundred so fast it was almost painful. I moved it between my legs, adjusting to the power of it before I grazed it over my clit.
Don’t be pussyfooting around. I want to see you shake.
At least he couldn’t hear me whimper as I pressed the vibrator against my clit.
“Oooh, shit,” I whispered, exhaling heavily as I moved the vibrator again. This wasn’t the type of speed that would slowly ease me up to an orgasm. It would rip my orgasm out of me and beat me with it.
If you keep moving that vibrator away, I’m going to come up, tie you to the bed, and make you lie there with it between your legs all night. You wanted to break the fucking rules, this is what happens.
I moaned, my hand shaking as I held the vibrator in place again. I struggled to stay upright in front of the window, my legs rapidly beginning to ache. My clit wanted to retreat from the vicious vibrations, but my body was still responding. The tension built brutally.
How does it feel, fucktoy? Is it a little bit too much for you?
I nodded mindlessly, rocking my hips against the vibrations. There was something deliciously degrading about being referred to as nothing more than a toy.
Every inch of me was tense, rising so quickly toward an orgasm that I couldn’t manage to relax a single muscle. I held my breath in an effort not to make a sound, but even that fragile self-control was going to break.
Don’t stop. Make yourself come for me. Keep the vibrator there until I give you permission to stop.
“Fuck…” My voice cracked. My toes curled. I doubled over as I came, clapping my free hand over my mouth to muffle the groan that came with it.
Jesus Christ, it was too much. It hurt — it felt so good, but ithurt.
Sit up. Don’t you dare hide your face from me.
I barely managed it. I was shaking my head, whispering “please” over and over again as if he could hear me. As if Lucas gave a fuck about mercy.
She looks like she’s gonna cry, boys. Should I let her stop?
Another confetti message came through from Vincent. I would have been mad if I hadn’t felt like my clit was about to break.
