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“Well, it’s not doing anything,” I said, wobbling on my feet, feeling a little full. “But it’s weird.”
He opened an app and waited a second for it to load. And he pressed something on the app.
The vibration almost felt like a shock as I doubled over, grabbing Matthew’s arms as support as my knees buckled.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned as I crossed my legs. My entire body shook.
“How does it feel now?” Matthew jested as he chuckled at my situation. The vibration felt so good against my clitoris. It almost made me want to piss myself. I slapped Matthew’s arms twice, telling him to stop it. And he did.
I gathered my strength to straighten my spine and for a quick second, the vibrator came back to life at max speed before it went dead again. I yelped, glaring at my boss who had discovered his new favorite way of torturing me.
“This is your idea of a game?” I snapped.
“Admitting defeat already?” Matthew challenged and the asshole knew I wouldn’t back down.
“I’m not.” I cleared my throat and squared my shoulders, giving Matthew a confident look.
“Here’s how it’s going to go,” he said. “I control that vibrator in your cunt with my phone. If you win, I’m not going to ask you again to be my fake fiancée for my parents at the gala. If you lose, you’ll be introduced to them as future Mrs. Parker.”
Matthew was a smart man. And he was intelligent enough to think of a game only he could win. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.
“You come, you lose,” he continued. “I’ll know if you come. You’re not allowed to lie to me about it. You can’t touch yourself. You can’t beg me to fuck you.”
“This isn’t a game,” I pointed out. “This is torture.”
He pressed the phone screen again and I whimpered as the vibrator came to life. Three seconds, I counted. And then it stopped.
“No talking back.” I stared at him, my heart racing. I had never been this horny in my life before. And I didn’t think I’d last a day with this thing turning on at random times. What if I was in the middle of a conversation? I needed to practice how I was going to control my face later. “Questions?”
“No, sir,” I said, painting on an unbothered expression.
“Good girl,” he said, pressing a kiss on my lips before stepping back and walking towards the door. “Be in my office at seven o’clock tonight.”
Chapter nineteen
Matthew
Who would’ve thought that thing I was going to love most in this world was teasing Reagan? I was glad that she had accepted my shitty ass apology and we had started talking again. I knew she deserved better than iced coffee and Vibease. And I was planning to give her that once the Global Business Gala was over.
I couldn’t fathom the joy that I felt knowing how much the O was making her squirm right now. I loved the amount of power I had over her just at the tip of my fingers.
She had been such a good sport about the whole thing the entire morning and I had already planned on rewarding her later even though she’d break the rules and come. And even if she’d win this game, which I completely doubted, I wouldn’t force her into this whole fake relationship shenanigans if she chose to say no again tonight.
I was just having a little fun. And I knew she was, too. Because she loved the games, she loved winning. Most importantly, she loved the prizes that came with it.
So the entire morning, as I was having Zoom meetings and conferences in my office to meet with committees and event donors, I toyed with my phone, my imagination as my companion as I thought about how Reagan was squirming with the vibration on her clitoris.
I’d have that thing on for three minutes straight, adjusting the tremors of the device. Of course, I wasn’t a total sadist because it was more off than on. I didn’t want to disrupt her job and didn’t want people looking at her.
When lunch came, I called her to my office. Today had been the happiest I’d been in a week. I reminded myself not to get on her bad side again because the days that followed our fight were the most excruciating days of my life.
“Hello, Reagan,” I greeted her when she entered my office looking all unbothered. She gave me a sweet, innocent smile as if to tell me that nothing was out of the ordinary. But her eyes sparkled against the noon sun in my office, telling me that beneath her calm demeanor, she was feeling the carnal hunger as well. But patience was a virtue, and anticipation was good for sex. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she breathed, her voice soft. I could hear the hint of sexual frustration in her tone so I gestured for her to sit.
“You say the word and we’ll stop, okay?” I assured.
“I’ve come this far. I don’t see the point in stopping.” She beamed, all high and mighty. So I brought the vibrator back to life. She squealed from the sudden sensation, her mouth forming a big O. She looked so hot as she gave me a sultry look before I turned the device off.
