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And, yep, a sex toy.
A really incredibly strong sex toy.
“I... don’t know if this is okay,” I manage to say, but good grief, it’s a struggle. This thing feels like it’s going to suck my clit right off my body. I don’t even know if I’m about to orgasm so much as just freaking pee myself.
“It’s fine. God didn’t hear you ask.”
I flinch, but it actually helps move the thing to a less terrorizing spot. “Um, what?”
“It’s not a sin if—oh, that’s not what you meant.”
“You used a... whatever this thing is while I was sleeping, Vasily. I don’t think you’re supposed to do that!”
“A rose. It’s a rose, see?”
The thing comes off my clit with an audible pop before Vasily waves it in front of my face. It has a single red light on it, but it’s just enough illumination that I can see the truncated tear drop shape.
I’m sleepy enough I don’t think to stop him before the gadget attaches to my clit again.
“Holy mother of pearl!” I squeal.
Vasily laughs huskily. “I love you so fucking much, you know that? And let me remind you that you’re asleep in my bed, which is an obvious invitation for me to wake you up however I want.”
Well, dang. He’s got me there. Why am I even in his bed?
Oh right, because he didn’t come home. I made dinner and put on the sexiest dress in my closet and thought of a dozen questions to casually pepper in to try to learn more about who we both are and what drove me away from him when right now, I cannot imagine wanting to be anywhere but this bed.
But he didn’t come home, so dinner had to go into the fridge and the dress got traded for pajamas and I got really sad. I thought I’d feel better if I slept in his bed and kissed him goodnight when he got home, though.
I was right.
But I don’t know if that means I agreed to be woken up by a clitoral assault.
“The toy, though?” I ask, although it’s crazy how difficult this thing is making it to talk. Like, I don’t want to say Vasily’s own body isn’t as good at this. He’s definitely driven me wordless with his fingers and his tongue on my clit. But this?
Hachi machi.
I squirm more against him, and he lets out a deep, happy rumble as he rolls against me, rubbing his cock along me to add extra tingles when I really do not need extra tingles.
“I did some research on how to get you pregnant,” he says.
“Pretty sure you’ve been . . . you’ve been doing the . . . oh God, I’m going to come.”
With another audible pop, the rose comes off my clit, the sensation powerful enough to nearly have me breaking but too brief to actually push me. I cry out as much in frustration as in pleasure, irrationally about to demand he put it back. I grind myself against him, but it’s not enough.
“Yes, that’s how I want you,” he says, laughing darkly. “All slutty and needy for me. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Please?”
“Not yet. See, my research today told me that I need to keep you right on the edge. Onthisedge.”
He brings the toy back to my clit, and yet again, the suction and the vibration of it has my entire body jerking. “Nooooo,” I moan.
“Yes, Ana. This is where you need to be. Right here. It’s building pressure inside you, isn’t it?”
“Vasily,” I whimper, attempting to grab the rose myself, to take control of the situation, but I have no control over anything. Vasily is all over me. He’sinsideme even though he’s not. He’s taken over everything.
I love it.