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“Mmm. Yeah. Very good.”

“Do it to the other one. Nice and slow. Around the outside, the areola. Then on the end.”

I’m having trouble lying still now. I leave the bullet resting on the tip of my nipple, and answering shivers ripple all the way through me.

“Mmm… Damon…”

“Good,” he says, his voice low and sultry. “Now bring it up to your mouth. I want you to carefully brush it over your lips.”

I do as he says, unable to stop a sigh escaping them.

“Now place it in your mouth,” he says, “mind your teeth, but make it nice and wet.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so wicked. I do what he tells me, though, sucking it until the surface is coated, feeling the buzzing on my tongue.

“Now move it under your top and touch it to your nipples,” he instructs.

I slip the bullet beneath the hem of my top and move it up. As it touches my left nipple, it transfers the wetness to the already sensitive skin, and I moan.

“Ah,” he says, “that’s good. Keep it there. Find which part feels most sensitive.”

“Mmm… the tips…”

“Yeah. Hold it there.”

“Ah, Damon. It’s making me squirm.”

“That’s good, that means you’re getting ready for sex, baby girl.”

His endearment makes me inhale, because it takes me back to the car, when his murmurs in my ear were almost enough to make me come.

“Now, open the lube, and squeeze a little onto your middle finger.”

Biting my lip, my face warming, I do it.

“I want you to move your hand beneath the elastic of your PJs,” he says. “Slide it down, the way I showed you in the car. Tell me how it feels.”

I slip my hand under the elastic of my PJ trousers and the underwear I’m wearing, and slide my middle finger down into my folds, transferring the lube there.

“Oh,” I whisper.

“Are you nice and wet now?”

I scrunch up my nose, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “Yes.”

“That’s great, baby girl. Are you wearing knickers?”

“Yeah.” I wonder if he’s going to ask me to take them off.

Instead, though, he says, “Good. Slide the bullet down into them.”

I do it, lifting the elastic with my left hand, and guiding the vibrator down. It buzzes across my mound, making me shiver.

“Stroke it down the outside,” he says.

Slowly, I move it across my outer labia. “Mmm… that feels good…”

“Touch yourself with your other hand,” he instructs. “Open yourself up. Use your fingers first. Can you feel your clit?”

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