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He rubbed between her legs and picked up a thin black remote with his free hand. She thought he’d fuck her with it, but instead he pressed a button, and a screen across the room came to life with the video feed from earlier in the studio with Marcus. The picture was in shocking sharp color, the sound quality crisp. It was as far from low-end surveillance as one could get without studio lighting and a multi-million dollar production budget.
Quill removed his hand from between her legs and gripped her throat, pulling her back against him so that she had a clear, unobstructed view of the screen. She felt her own wetness from his hand pressed against her skin.
“Look at that filthy slut coming for the camera. I couldn’t have gotten shots this good with paid professionals.”
He held her still, and made her watch the entire thing from the moment Marcus had knelt between her legs until she’d climaxed for him. When it was over, Quill turned it off and pushed her back against the desk.
Minutes passed. The clock on the mantel ticked. Saskia breathed into the stillness of the room, knowing he observed her as if standing back from a painting, taking it all in. She wondered if he intended to put her on canvas like this, if he might be imagining from which angle to best compose the piece.
In the silence, her gaze drifted to the glass dildo on the desk. The rest of the room faded out of focus as she stared at it. It was as if Quill had been waiting for her to notice it like she had the last time she’d been in this room. His fingers stroked the length of it, the girth of it. For a dildo, it was oversized—not an unrealistic fit, but...
He nudged her legs farther apart and stroked her exposed pussy. “I think you’re wet enough to take this, don’t you?”
She nodded as she continued to stare at it. Maybe it just seemed so big because it was inches from her face. “Yes, Master.”
“You may not be able to swallow my cock...yet. But you can take this inside that dripping cunt. It’s about the same size.”
A not-so-subtle brag.
“Master, please...” Saskia squirmed against the desk, and he chuckled.
“You just need a good, deep dicking, even if it’s made of glass, don’t you?”
She whimpered. “Yes, Master.”
Quill picked up the dildo and dragged the tip gently over her back, sending a chill down her spine in its wake. But he didn’t press the toy inside her. Instead he laid it back on the desk as if he’d lost all interest. Did he mean for her to beg even for a glass cock?
He left her like that and crossed to a mini-fridge in a corner of the study and took out a large cup of water with ice in it. The look in his eyes made it clear he didn’t plan to drink it, or for her to drink it for that matter. He placed the water carefully on the desk beside the glass toy.
He bent to her ear and whispered, “You’re getting no lube, so you’d better stay nice and wet for me. Otherwise, this might hurt.”
Against all rational expectations, her body responded to his words as if he’d spent months training it to do so.
Quill put the dildo in the cold water. Oh. That. She should have known. It wasn’t as if this were her first experience with such a toy. If you’d asked Saskia on any other day but this one, glass sex toys were entirely underrated. They could be sterilized easily. They could be heated or chilled. No amount or type of lube could destroy them. They were simple, they were classic, they were...
Saskia gasped when he took the glass from the iced water and plunged it inside her. She’d braced herself against the desk, tense and waiting for something rough, but he was careful, patient, gentle. Things she never would have expected from this man, and which she drank up as if she were languishing in a desert.
“Too cold?”
“N-no, Master.”
It only took moments for her body heat to warm it. Any shock of cold was already too far in the past to worry about. The toy went back into the water, and then it was inside her again.
He kept one hand pressed against her back. A subtle restraint. A message.Don’t struggle. Don’t try to get away. Just lie there and take it like a good girl for me.
She was only too happy to comply.
Quill increased the tempo until she was on the edge of release. She squirmed underneath his hand as if her frantic movement could make him go harder or faster or just a little deeper and maybe to the left.
He slowly pulled the glass out of her and pressed it against her mouth. It was warm, almost hot now.
“Lick it.”
She whimpered. “Master, please.”
“I said, lick it.”
She obediently cleaned the toy with her tongue. Quill set it down and drank down the cup of water in one long gulp.
