She remembered his writing on her skin. She’d masturbated after he left. Put her big vibrator between her legs and ground against the squishy head until she’d come. She couldn’t help herself. And watching her, he looked like he knew it.
“Give me the bottle,” he said.
She handed him the whiskey, and he drank. She watched the muscles in his neck work, very aware he was fully dressed, and she was naked. Except for the lace collar which felt like a light hand around her throat.
He put the whiskey back down and unbuttoned his jeans. He took out his cock and she leaned forward, but he put a hand to her forehead. “Stick your tongue out.”
Stung, she did as she was told.
“Lick it like a thirsty little kitten,” he said. “That’s all I want to feel.”
She lapped at him, his palm still holding her in place. She couldn’t reach much but she tried to go slow and sensual to make up for it. It was like she was a kitten. She thought of something she’d only seen in porn gifs. Girls in fluffy pink ears and collars, with matching tails in their assholes. Would Patrick be into that? Would she? A bead appeared on Patrick’s cock, and she drew it into her mouth. He made a sharp hissing noise, the first that implied he liked what she was doing. She smiled. Then Patrick’s hand cracked across her cheek.
It didn’t hurt, not really, but the shock of it had her reeling. She liked pain—liked this—but to have him do it? She gaped up at Patrick, eyes full of hurt, and waited for him to melt. Nothing. Not even a blink. He got to his feet, buttoning his jeans. “On the bed. All fours.”
Cheek stinging, she clambered on. The whole frame shook, the mattress even spongier and grosser than she’d imagined. She arched her back, exposing herself to him.
Patrick walked around to stare between her legs. Her spine tingled, and she resisted the urge to close her thighs. He could see her soaked pussy, her asshole. Her head spun, and she closed her eyes, letting the feel of the collar ground her. She stayed that way for what felt like an eternity until a rustling sound made her look over her shoulder. Patrick was going through the ELK bag again. He extracted her butt plug with a vicious smile. She contracted. Surely he wasn’t going to just… right away?
He glanced at her. “Stay where you are.”
She braced her arms to keep herself steady as he pulled out her bottle of lube, coating her pretty lavender jewelled plug. She felt a sense of foreboding as he approached the bed. Whether he liked it or not, the game was going to have to end. Patrick wouldn’t be able to get it in. Guys never could. Slick fingers rubbed across her asshole, and she gasped. How could he be doing this first? Before he kissed her or touched her pussy or—
“Hold still.”
She froze as the fingers moved away and the cold tip of the plug pushed into her asshole. She exhaled, and then it was there, stretching her wide, pressing into her body. She was so turned on it felt huge; huge and like heaven. She moaned, a pitiful little sound, and Patrick laughed.
“Feel good?”
“Yesss…”
The plug was in. All the way in, settling into her body like she’d done it herself. She whimpered, full and shockingly empty, waiting for what would come next. But Patrick’s hands vanished, and the bed shifted as he stood again. “Ass up. Put your face into the mattress.”
What the fuck was he doing? Cheryl lowered her mouth to the bed, still trying to see behind herself.
Patrick had his hands shoved into his pockets, staring at her, or more likely, at the purple jewel shining in her ass. The plug seemed to swell inside her, and as her empty pussy pulsed, she moaned into the disgusting bedding. She felt like she could come, just from squeezing herself like this.
“Shut up or I’ll gag you,” Patrick said coldly. He bent for her handbag again, pulling out her wand vibrator. The one she’d used to get herself off after he left her apartment. He turned it on like he’d handled a million of them and pointed it at her.
“On your back, legs wide.”
She rolled over and he handed her the toy, making sure their fingers didn’t touch. She stared at him. “What do you…?”
“Make yourself come.”
She didn’t want to. She wanted more. Him. The two of them together. But Patrick’s blank face said he wasn’t to be fucked with. She put the wand to her overheated pussy. The sensation was electric. Remembering his order not to talk, she bit her lip as the vibrations rolled through her in waves. Ten seconds later she was coming. She shut her eyes as she did it, wanting him to see, not wanting to watch him as she did. Her asshole clenched around the plug, and she couldn’t help it. She screamed as her orgasm took her, and after she was done, she wrenched the vibrator away. Her cunt was aching, the release tainted with loneliness. Why wouldn’t he touch her?
Patrick snapped his fingers. “Again. Back down.”
She hesitated, then returned the wand to her pussy. The vibrations felt jagged now, almost painful. She whimpered. “Patrick…?”
“You want me to fuck you?”
Cheryl stared at her ex-best friend. Aside from the bulge in his jeans and the splashes of red on his high cheekbones, he gave no sign he’d been affected by what she’d just done. The stimulation intensified, her wetness spilling onto the head of her wand.
“Yes,” she said. “Please fuck me?”
Patrick picked up the Chivas. “Keep that on you and put two fingers in your pussy.”
