Page 46 of The Toy Maker

“I…” My voice trailed off as Jason glanced down at my lips and then back to my eyes. My thoughts unraveled before they could even be fully formed and fell at my feet. His silence eventually pulled the answer out of me. “Yes,” I breathed.

He positioned himself behind me but stopped before his body could press against mine. “Good.” His warm breath trailed down my neck and elicited chills all over my body.

“Jason,” I said between the rapid beats of my heart.

“Yes?” His voice was smooth, controlled.

I sucked in one last shallow breath, surrendering to the inevitable. “Touch me.”

His hand hovered over my hip, as if waiting for permission. “Are you sure?” Agreeing meant falling for those final words he said at the unveiling, falling for the idea that he wouldn’t rely on a toy to make mescream.

Falling for the idea that, for once, it wouldn’t be about the toy. It would be about him, about us.

My heart thrummed in my chest, adrenaline flooding my body. I wanted him. Needed him. After months of discipline, restraint, and learning to fit into a new mold, I deserved to give in.

I nodded. “Yes.”

Without hesitation, Jason lowered my jeans over my hips and let them drop to the floor, then turned me; his soft lips pressed against my leg as he moved back up, which earned a slight jump. I pressed my lips together, stifling the moan threatening to spill out when his hand cupped the most sensitive region of my body.

Jason exhaled against my skin, his voice a low rasp. “No need to hold back.”

The feeling of his fingers teasing me set my nerves on fire. The pressure on my stomach proved he enjoyed the sensation just as much as I did.

I slowly pulled away from his hypnotic touch and crawled onto the table, locking my eyes on his and lifting my hands above my head to be tied.

Jason’s smirk deepened, but there was something softer behind it.

“This is your last opportunity to back out,” he offered, his voice lower than before, almost gentle.

I held his stare, searching. He was cocky, sure, but he had never been pushy. The choice had always been mine. And even now, as his hands hovered near the restraints, I could see it in his eyes: If I wanted to leave, he’d let me. No questions. No consequences.

Wordlessly, I nodded and peeled my shirt off, the cool air prickling my skin as I lay back against the table, eagerly awaiting Jason’s next move.

The waiting ended in an instant. Jason pressed the vibrator between my thighs, tracing the tip along my most sensitive spot with agonizing precision. My breath hitched, my back arching as the pleasure built.

Reality blurred, my body moving on instinct. I thrusted my hips toward the toy, chasing relief, but Jason was faster. His hand pressed me down, restraining my movements, and in an instant, the softness in his eyes was gone.

What replaced it was something darker, primal.

My breath caught.

What did that mean for me?

“Please,” I bent to his will after minutes of his teasing. With the flick of a switch, my whole world shook.

Pleasure pulsed through me, the vibrations stealing my breath, and my thoughts, all but one. Jason hadn’t wanted me to test another toy prototype;Iwas the toy.

His tongue flicked over my nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through my body. A breathy moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Every nerve was on fire, my thighs trembling, soaked from the unbearable heat pooling between them.

I parted my legs wider, offering,begging, for more. Only for Jason to step back, leaving the vibrator still pulsing torturously against my clit.

“What are you doing?” I breathed.

“Watching you squirm.” His answer sent shivers down my spine. My body clenched as I fought desperately toward the orgasm clawing its way to the surface. I shut my eyes, surrendering to the heat building inside me, threatening to consume me whole. Sparks shot through my limbs, igniting the kind of ache I couldn’t ignore.

I thrashed my hips against the vibrator, chasing friction, relief—anything.

The restraints held my back firmly against the mattress and tightened as I moved. My thighs shook from the torment I endured. The deliberately slow pace of the vibration coaxed a frustrated cry from my throat.