18. Sawyer #2
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. A buzzing fills the silence.
Her head whips around, searching for the source.
I trail after her as she walks into her room.
She climbs onto the bed, crawling around frantically as she tosses pillows around.
Her perfectly round ass is on full display, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and smack it.
“Ah-ha!” she yells as she holds up a bright pink vibrator.
A laugh escapes me. “Not the toy I wanted to watch you play with, but I’ll take it.”
She turns off the toy and tosses it on the bed beside her.
Seconds later it’s buzzing again, dancing around in a Morse code of vibrations.
“Sonofabitch!” she yells, holding down the power button.
Once she’s certain the toy is dead, she climbs off the bed and approaches me, brandishing the vibrator like it’s a weapon meant to keep me at bay. “I know this is you.”
“That’s not me. Mine is thicker, longer, and not quite as pink.”
“Not the toy, moron.” She lunges for me, shoving her hands in my pockets as she gives me the most aggressive pat-down.
“Careful there, spitfire. You’re gonna make me come in my pants.”
She pulls back. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?” I blink down at her, waiting for the punchline.
“The remote. I know you have it. That’s how you’re doing this, right?”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“If this is another one of your pranks, cut it out.”
I raise my palms in defense just as the toy vibrates in her palm again. Her eyes go wide, flicking between my empty hands and the toy, and she screams and flings it onto the bed. “I swear I turned it off.”
I lean over and grab it, holding the power button until the toy stops buzzing. “Maybe it’s haunted?” The heat in her glare could start a forest fire. Fuck me, that makes my dick twitch. “It’s not me. That thing turned on when my hands were empty.”
“How else would that happen? I know it’s you. It has to be you.”
“Clearly it’s not.” I can tell she’s rattled, so I step toward her, not touching her, but getting close enough that she can feel the heat of my skin. “How can I help?”
“Just get rid of it. I don’t want it in my house anymore.”
I grab the toy, heading down the stairs and out the door. Once I toss it in the garbage bin, I hustle back to Raven’s room. “Problem solved. Now where were we?” I ask as I walk into the room. Raven has stripped down to her bra and panties and is lying on the bed. “Fuck, Raven.”
She slowly trails a hand down her abdomen and slips it into her panties. “Is this what you wanted?”
I nod, momentarily unable to form words as I watch her fingers undulate under the fabric of her panties.
“Be a good boy and pull up a chair.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Madame,” she quickly corrects.
“Yes, madame.”
I grab the vintage-looking chair in the corner of the room. Gripping the wooden frame, I drag it closer to the bed and sink into the velvety plum-colored cushion, running my fingers over the fabric to ground myself.
She pulls her bra off, her gorgeous full tits hanging heavy on her chest. I can’t stop staring at the way they jiggle as she shimmies her panties down. I’m so focused on her breasts, I don’t notice her kicking her panties toward me till they hit me in the face, startling me.
“Fucking hell,” I groan.
Raven tuts. “The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are ‘yes, madame.’ Is that clear?”
“Yes, madame.”
“Good boy. I knew you could do it. But if you fuck that up, I’ll stuff my panties in your mouth, and you won’t be allowed to speak at all.”
I smirk, knowing that’s not quite the punishment she thinks it is.
“And if you obey, I’ll let you fuck my panties.”
My eyes darken with lust. Fuck, I love when she tells me what to do.
“Judging by the look on your face, you’d prefer option number two, so you better behave.”
“Yes, madame.”
Clutching her panties tightly in one hand, I lean my forearms onto my thighs, trying to get a closer look as she dips a finger into her pussy.
She works it in and out a few times, then drags it up toward her clit.
Her head drops back, a small moan escaping from her lips as she circles her clit, never applying direct pressure.
I wish she would talk me through her actions.
Hearing her describe what she’s doing would be hot as fuck, and it would help me.
I learn best by doing, but since that’s not an option yet, having visual and auditory input keeps me focused on the task at hand.
As if the words are written on my face, Raven speaks.
“My clit is overly sensitive. If I touch it directly too soon, it hurts.” She pulls her hand away, slowly dragging it up her hip and abdomen until she reaches a nipple.
“My nipples, on the other hand, start out desensitized. It takes time and pressure for those nerve endings to wake up.”
I watch in rapt fascination, grabbing my erection to shift it in my pants, as she squeezes and pinches one and then the other.
The way she plays with herself is sensual. Natural. She’s not putting on a show. She’s not seeking my validation or praise. She’s not doing this for me, even though it feels like the greatest gift of trust she could give me. This is easily the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
A small moan escapes her throat. At least I think it was hers. It could have come from me. I’m so fucking turned on at this point I wouldn’t be shocked if my body was making phantom noises.
“The more I play, the more sensitive they get. Once they get too sensitive, all it takes is a gentle flick of a tongue or finger to make me squirm.” She brushes her nipples with her thumbs and her hips buck. “Oh fuck, like that.”
“Yes, madame.” My voice sounds hoarse and foreign in the quiet space.
The sound of it pulls her from her daze, and she leans over, pulling my toy out of the nightstand drawer.
Lying back on the bed, she glides the tip of the toy across her chest. Goosebumps prickle her skin as she pushes it between her breasts.
“I love the texture on this one. It feels so realistic. I’ve curated a collection of toys that don’t irritate my sensory issues, and this one’s my favorite.
” She drags the toy down each plush fold of her stomach, until it’s nearly at the skin above her clit.
Then she pushes it through her pussy lips, coating it in her slickness as it glides back and forth.
I can’t look away, mesmerized by the way her hips roll against the toy.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” she rasps as she grinds against the toy. Did she mean to say that? It feels like an admission she’d normally keep to herself, and I revel in the way it lights up my insides. “I need even pressure on as much surface area as possible,” she says, writhing.
“Yes, madame.” I slip my hands under my thighs, overcome with the need to touch her.
She turns the toy on to the lowest vibration setting. The entire shaft is soaked in her arousal as my dick pushes against the seam of my pants. There are a million questions I want to ask, as the need to know everything that brings this woman pleasure overtakes me.
“The vibration can be too much for me sometimes. A finger or tongue on my clit can… mmm… be enjoyable, but direct vibration can be… oh… overwhelming. For me… uh… fuck… for me, a dull vibration in the overall area is much more stimulating.”
“Yes, madame.”
She pushes the toy into her cunt, and I fidget in my seat, the chair groaning under my weight.