Page 191 of Made Better Together

And desperate for friction. I work hard not to shift, though, as instructed. His eyes heat more as he recognizes my compliance. “You’re such a good listener. I missed watching my best girl obey me.”

Warmth surges through me. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’ve earned a reward, Rosy.” I sigh, happy. “Lie down on the couch.” Relieved for the chance to shift my thighs, I follow the order immediately.

In the meantime, he pulls off all of his clothes—shirt, shorts, and boxers, his erection bobbing against his leg. All six foot six of him standing tall when he’s done, his glasses the only thing he’s wearing.

He looks like a panther. Tall, lean, strong—and deciding how he wants me.

He scans my body twice, then speaks.

“Put your outside foot on the rug, and leave the other one on the couch.” I shift accordingly, and his lips turn up. “That’s good. Spread yourself nice and wide for me.”

I push my legs further apart, and his eyes darken. I glow from his reaction, and I spread open a fraction more to see if I can make it happen again.

It does. “Fuck. Three weeks without the sight of you bare and open for me. Waiting for me to fill you. I don’t know how I made it, Rosy.”

Me either.

“No more delays.” He picks up my gift from the coffee table, and stalking over to me, he kneels and places the vibrator over my clit. I don’t feel anything yet, since it’s off, just the touch of the device and the brush of his hand as he holds it.

“We’re testing it first. We’ll do the low setting tonight. Remember your safe word, beauty.”

“Yes, Sir.”

After my reply, he reaches for his phone with his free hand.

“I’m going to hold the toy in place and run it with the app. The test is starting…now.”

Three taps later, the toy comes alive, suctioning right on my clit.

Ahhhh. The sensation is immediate, like it’s tugging right on my sensitive nerves there. Potent pleasure shoots through me. He hasn’t told me to stay quiet, which is a good thing because: “Oh my God.”

Tap. The sucking feeling stops. “Excellent.” A slight smile is detectable on his face. “No safe word or yellow, Rosy?”

I shake my head no. Flicking his eyes from my core to my face, the smile widens. “Time to play, then. Do you see the countdown clock on the TV?”

I turn my head over a couple of inches. The timer on the show says seven minutes and seventeen seconds. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re going to be a very good girl for me for that entire time.” His promise of praise makes me focus. “We’re going to practice for the big countdown. I’m going to turn on your gift for ten seconds each time, and you, my Rosy, are not allowed to come. These are just dress rehearsals.”

His command washes over me. I will not come.

“You will only come when the final ten-second countdown is done and it’s midnight.”

I will not come until midnight. “Yes, Sir.”

“My perfect girl.” He rolls the vibrator in his palm. “I did my research, and apparently the average time to orgasm with this particular model is two minutes. So you’ll have to work hard at obeying.”

Oh. I can almost feel a shadow of the aches, the desperation, that may come when I have to fight off my orgasm. But pleasing him, complying—I already know the joy will be much bigger.

I’ll do it, as his good girl. That thought alone sends tingles through my core.

His hand adjusts so the vibrator is in the right position. “First practice starts now, beauty.” Tap.

The sucking feeling comes back, full force. The magic toy between my legs pulling at me in rhythmic waves, pleasure in their wake. My body arches of its own volition, overcome by the sensation.

As promised, he starts counting down: “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…”