“Yeah? Do you have something to ask me, little pixie?”
I sigh dramatically. I could continue to argue my point, but I won’t win. And I’ll still be aching. “Please may I have an orgasm?”
“Yes, baby. I think that’s a great idea.” He shoves off the counter, takes my hand, and turns, pulling me toward the bedroom. When we reach the bed, he grabs the tucked section of my towel between my breasts and tugs it free, leaving me naked.
I shiver, partly from the chill hitting my skin but also from the sudden exposure.
Brody opens the drawer on my nightstand. Of course he does. I’m not even shocked. And I don’t bother to stop him or try to block his access or his view. I warned him I own a lot of vibrators.
He says nothing as he shuffles through them, eventually holding up a clitoral stimulator. The kind that slides over my middle finger like a ring. “How about this one?”
I stare at it. “It’s pretty. What about it?”
He grins. “Lie down, sassy girl. Use it while I watch.”
I gasp and jerk my gaze from the toy to his face. “You want me to masturbate while you watch?”
“The idea makes me so hard I’m about to come in my sweats.”
“How about instead, you take your sweats off, climb between my legs, and fill me with that cock of yours?” Can I tempt him?
I’m stunned speechless when he pulls his shirt over his head and then removes everything else—shoes, socks, sweats, and underwear. He grips his erection and slides his hand up and down. “You have about five seconds to climb onto the bed, spread your legs, and put the vibrator to use before I change my mind and leave you unfulfilled for the entire day.”
I shift my attention to the fantastic cock he’s gripping. I’d rather he fuck me clear into tomorrow, but I guess that’s not happening.
He strokes up the shaft. “If I come before you, I’m going to take that away and leave you even needier than you are right now, baby.”
After a sharp intake of breath, I scramble onto the bed, drop onto my back, and spread my legs. If someone would have told me I’d be in this position twenty-four hours ago, I would have laughed at them.
I’m naked. In front of a man. He’s watching me masturbate. Ordering me to do so.
I turn the toy onto high and drop it toward my clit, hovering an inch above the swollen greedy bundle of nerves. I’m so fucking aroused that I’m confident I can beat him, but I’d almost rather watch him than take care of myself.
He steps closer, gently guiding his hand up and down his giant cock. He sets his other hand between my legs. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Melody. I’m not going to last long. Show me how pretty you are when you touch yourself.”
Pressing the toy against my core, I let out a long moan. I’m dripping wet. I need to come as if I’ve been denied for months. Struggling to watch him at the same time is maddening.
Brody bends forward and kisses my inner thigh. His voice is soft when he says, “I’ll wait until you’re satisfied, baby. I promise I’ll let you watch me, too.”
His gentle encouragement is all I need. I let my eyes slide closed and stroke my folds while I rub my clit with the powerful vibrator. In my mind, he’s the one touching me. He’s also bossing me around. Ordering me to play with myself. Threatening me with denial if I don’t do as I’m told. It’s exactly what’s happening, and it’s so fucking hot I’m on the edge in less than a minute.
“That’s my good girl. Be careful with those fingers. You may touch yourself but don’t push them inside. Hard rule.”
His demand makes my pussy clench, and a second later, I’m flying, the waves of my release making me tremble from head to toe. I jerk the vibrator away from my sensitive clit and lower my hands to my sides. It’s not nearly as good as the orgasms he gave me last night, but at least it’s something.
When I can breathe again, I blink at him. He’s exactly where he was the last time I looked, but now his hand is working faster, his grip tighter. Watching him is mesmerizing. He’s watching me, too, but his eyes are hooded. His lips are parted. His body is tense. I lift onto my elbows to enjoy the show.
Suddenly, he groans deeply and squeezes his cock harder. Pulses of his release shoot out the tip to land all over my inner thighs and my stomach. His come drips down around my pussy.
I’m panting as I watch him until I shift my gaze to my painted body. Unable to resist, I bring a finger to my folds, scoop up his come, and suck it from my pointer.
“Jesus, Melody…” His voice is rough. “Fuck me.”
I smile.
He points at my pussy. “Women have gotten pregnant from less.”
He’s right. It’s super unlikely, but he is correct. I don’t know who the fuck I am when I say, “If you want me pregnant so badly, maybe you should push it inside me.”
