“That goes without saying,” I growl at her. “Your arms can barely hold you up. You’re not dropping my food—that shit is gold.”
“Okay, then.”
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to use me. I want to be your little prisoner.”
“Good girl.” Then I show her what’s in the box.
She gasps when I pull out a huge toy.
“What?” I wave it at her. “I thought you liked the color pink. You’re a basic millennial woman.”
She strains at the bonds. “That’s huge.”
“You had bigger.”
“Oh, really?” She rolls her eyes.
“Shit.”
“You need to have balls of steel to deal with someone who’s not an easily impressed, naive, sheltered trust-fund virgin.” She sticks her tongue out at me.
“See?” I hold the toy up next to my cock.
“Hm.” She wrinkles her nose.
“We’ll see if your cunt can tell the difference.”
“Oh no, did I hurt his widdle fee—oh, fuck!”
She moans low in her throat as I slide the toy into her soaking-wet pussy. I grab her hips to keep her from wrenching away from it, holding her still, forcing her to take the toy up her cunt.
“Fuck,” she pants. “Salinger, I wanted you to fuck me—this isn’t fair.”
I flick the switch on the toy, and it starts vibrating deep inside her.
“Oh my gosh, Salinger, thissoisn’t fair.”
It’s too easy to stroke her clit, to rub the hard nub under my fingers. It isn’t two seconds before she’s gushing all over my hand.
I pull out another, smaller toy from the box. “I see now why Dara’s account numbers are so high. She insisted we invest in one of these sex-toy companies.” I flick the switch on the side of a vibrator about the size of my palm. “I thought it was stupid, and yet her accounts just print money.” I hold the vibrator to Mandy’s clit briefly.
She can’t help it—her hips jerk into my hand.
“Greedy little slut.” I kiss her as she grinds against it.
Her teeth scrape my chin as she comes.
I kiss her nose. “Guess not every woman in America has one of me at their disposal. And they need the next best thing.”
“You are such a cocky motherfucker.”
I grab her jaw, forcing her mouth open, making her taste herself. Standing in front of her, I tangle my hand in her hair and guide her mouth to my cock, heavy in my hand. “I think I like your mouth better like this.”
