Page 106 of The Toy Maker

The stinging only excited me.Sick bitch.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Jason teased before smacking my ass again. This time, I winced. “Naughty slut.”That too.

I tried not to moan as my pussy rubbed against his jeans, but Jason was doing everything to break me. His hand cupped my dripping sex, and he chuckled as I tried to grind against it. I was back where I started: dangerously horny and pathetic.

He stuck his finger up to my lips, and I deliriously began to suck. But the feeling of my back hole being probed snapped me out of my trance.

I squirmed under his grip as he stretched me. “I told you I was going to fuck you,” he said, “but I didn’t say where.”

I whimpered at his touch. “Jason I—ah?—”

He pushed two fingers inside me and pumped them in and out. Cum dripped down my thigh as I writhed in ecstasy.

I gasped when he lifted me off him and threw me onto the couch. He grabbed my hips and angled himself behind me.

“Since you’re so determined to say my name, I want it to be the only thing coming out of those pretty lips. Understood?” he ordered.

I nodded feebly before he thrusted into me. My nerves sparked as he moved inside me and made it barely possible to support myself. His fingers were tangled in my hair and pulled my head up high enough to view myself in the mirror across the room.

I gasped for air every time he plunged himself further into me. My body shook with pleasure as I screamed his name until my throat was hoarse.

“Jason!”I cried at the top of my lungs just as the door crept open behind us.

THIRTY-SIX

I clawedthe sofa as Jason continued to take me from behind. My body was about to give outright from underneath me when I saw her in the mirror.

Her faded pink hair was slung up in a messy ponytail, and she had a cardboard box in her hands. We made eye contact. The most awkward three seconds of my life ticked by, and then on the count of three, Kitty lost her shit.

“Holy fuck!” she screamed at the sight of us.

Jason stopped immediately after hearing her voice and pulled out of me. In a momentary lapse of judgment, he turned to face her.

“Jesus, Jason, cover yourself!” Kitty shielded herself from the sight of Jason’s naked body with her hand.

He scrambled around to look for his boxers and got them up just in time for Kitty to unleash her fury.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she screeched.

Jason looked over at my naked body and then back at Kitty’s flaming eyes. “Anal.” He shrugged.

I watched as her fingers twitched, no doubt fighting off the desire to strangle him. I knew the feeling all too well. Afterrealizing that she could shame Jason no more than a half-priced hooker, she turned her attention to me.

Her usual cheerful smile and warm gaze were nowhere to be found.

In that moment, we were strangers.

“You’re fucking him after the stunt he just pulled?” she sputtered, blinking back her astonishment.

I tried to respond but was cut off.

“Just don’t.” She looked between us and clenched her jaw before tossing the box onto the table. “Those are for you. I thought you looked a little down today and might need something to cheer you up.”

She swallowed down the anger building in her throat and walked out of the apartment without another word.

Jason and I let the silence fall over us. The only noise in the room was him coming to join me on the couch.

He sighed, “I should have locked the door.”