“You’ll wait until you think everyone’s asleep or far enough away from your bedroom, then you’ll fuck yourself right inside your father’s house. And you’ll probably get away with it, Miss Jade. If only because no one knows the sound or what to blame it on…”
He was fucking her faster now, one hand in her hair, one on her ass. He thought of horse riding, of reins and whips. He needed a paddle to spank her with while he was pumping into her pussy. He’d buy one tomorrow if he could.
“… you’ll keep using my machine,” he told Eden. “You’ll do it morning and night, rushing to turn it off whenever you hear someone getting close. But it won’t be enough. You’ll grow even more addicted to the feeling. You’ll fuck that thing all day, getting sloppier and sloppier until all the servants knowexactlywhat Miss Jade is doing in her room.”
“Doctor Mc-Mc-McKinley…” Eden was pulsing around him like a strobe light. He wished he could see her face, her slack mouth and glowing eyes. Next time, he decided, they’d do this in front of a mirror.
“Yes,” he slapped her ass. “And you already know what will happen next. One day, you’ll be pleasuring your slutty little cunt with my machine, and your father will come looking for you, won’t he? And what do you think he’ll see?”
“No!”
“It’ll be much worse than the banister,” Willow snarled. “His pretty little debutante daughter coming all over a fake cock, whimpering just like you are now. He’ll send you to an asylum. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’tthrottle you.”
Eden gave a high, helpless moan and then her breathing seemed to stop, her pussy clenching so hard, stars popped in front of Willow’s eyes.
“You fucking whore,” he said, yanking her hair and driving up fast. “I’m going to show you the other places I can put that machine. You’ll be surprised at how we can fit together, Miss Jade. You, me, and that toy.”
Eden’s screams were so loud, they probably heard them at that Hollywood lookout, where the big sign wasn’t even lit. She dissolved onto him, a heaving mess of flesh and wet cloth and satisfaction. Willow knew she was done. That she probably couldn’t move for love or money. He flipped her over, putting her flat on the mattress and slamming home.
“I’m going to finish in you,” he breathed in her ear. “I’m going to come in your worthless pussy and watch it drip out of you as you walk from my office and back to your clueless father. Try not to get pregnant, won’t you?”
Eden moaned an incomprehensible mix of fear and encouragement, and Willow allowed himself a single second of pride for what he’d done. For the man he’d been able to be for his wife tonight. Then he bit the side of Eden’s neck and came like a fucking freight train.
3
“Good fucking Lord, I missed that,” Willow said. “I missed me. I missedus.”
Eden snuggled deeper into the crook of her husband’s arm and nipped at the freckly inside of his shoulder. “But we did it.”
“We sure did.” Willow held up his hand, and she high-fived it, grinning. They were lying in the hotel bed, surrounded by as much room service and minibar bottles as they felt safe charging to Sony. Eden couldn’t remember feeling more relaxed. Considering she hadn’t told Willow about getting the contract, it was a miracle.
“So,” he said, picking up a slab of brie and shoving it whole into his mouth. “Gen oog ooving to algornia?”
Eden laughed. “I’m sorry, what?”
He swallowed. “When are you moving to California?”
She suspected he’d figured it out—he was just like that—but it was always a shock when he got her that way. “You don’t know I’m gonna sign with Quinley.”
“Don’t I?”
“Ididget the contract.”
Willow’s eyes crinkled the way she loved. “Of course, you fucking did. Nothing has ever surprised me less.”
“Nothing…?”
“Nah, nothing gets past me. Walking in on your coming on that robot dildo was also pretty standard stuff.”
They laughed and looked across the room at the machine. It was sitting innocuously on the carpet, Eden having removed the toy part and washed it in the bathroom sink. “Do you think there’s any chance we can convince the cleaning crew it’s a massage thing?”
“No.”
“Fair. Well, I have to return it by Sunday.”
“What!?”Willow sat bolt upright. “You can’t do that!”
“Okay, how is this the thing you’re shocked and horrified about?” Eden laughed, moving carbonara and garlic bread out of his way. “Are you sure you took in the part where I have a crazy new job?”
