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“Correct. Wire wool on your nipples. Is it good?”
“Sort of. I preferred the hairbrush. Something else, please.”
“Okay, take your knickers off.”
I wriggled them down from under my skirt then sat back on my heels.
“Open your legs,” said Aidan.
I hitched up my skirt and shuffled my knees wider. Aidan touched me. “You’re so wet,” he said.
“Uh-huh.”
He held me open and squashed a bulky softness there. “How’s that?”
“Nice,” I replied.
“Hold it there between your pussy lips.”
“What is it?”
“Still the pan scourer.”
“Oh. Doesn’t feel like it.” Without the pressure of his hand, the prickliness was absent. Instead, I just had a delicate weight of texture between my thighs, my moist crease enveloping the cool, crisp sponge and leaving me hyperaware of where my arousal was focused.
The next object I guessed immediately from the smell. Chamois leather. Aidan smoothed it over my skin, its suppleness a velvet caress where my skin was slightly tender from the scourer.
“Okay, another,” he said, removing the leather cloth. “This is different. You need to keep very still.”
I barely breathed as he touched one breast, pinching a fold of skin between his fingers. The squeeze grew harder, and I realized he’d attached something to me. He did the same on my other breast, closer to my nipple this time. The pain, though still mild, went up a notch.
“That okay?” he asked.
“Yes, nice. What is it? A hair clip?”
“One guess gone,” he said.
“I don’t know. Something from your toolbox. A man thing that I wouldn’t know the name of.”
“One guess left.” He took a nipple between his fingers. “Tell me if this is too much.”
Tightness surrounded my nipple, then gripped it. I could no longer feel the earlier two pinches. “Ah! Ow! No, that’s fine, it’s good.”
He tapped the things he’d attached to me, bringing the sensation back. “This next one will be obvious,” he said, “so it’s not part of the guessing game.”
I heard a gentle whirr and immediately recognized the sound as belonging to one of our electric toothbrushes. He traced the smooth side around my breasts, and I knew where he was heading. He rummaged beneath my skirt, pressed the buzzing pad to one inner thigh then to the other. Moving higher, he vibrated it against my pussy lips where the pan scourer was still lodged. My groin throbbed and I ached to feel the touch on my clitoris. He teased a long time, buzzing the toothbrush over my swollen lips and near my clit but never on it.
“Ade, please,” I said. “I want to come. I need to.”
“What’s your third guess?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Please let me come.”
“Guess,” he said.
“You sod,” I whispered.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying how he was tormenting me. He flicked the attachments on my breasts and my need spiked.
