Chapter Six — Callum
I watch her saunter out of the washroom ahead of me. She’s shaky, teetering slightly as she walks. Normally, I’d grab her lower back, guide her, make sure she doesn’t fall. But I don’t. I don’t know if it’s because I’m angry or because I want to watch her lose control. It’s hard to say.
When Jake called me a few minutes ago, I wasn’t surprised by what he said. The company told him there’s no power in the toy — either there are no batteries or they’ve been taken out.
“Were the batteries ever inside?” I asked Jake.
“Yeah,” Jake said. “I asked them that. They said they were inserted for about two minutes and then taken out.”
That little bitch, I thought to myself. This goes beyond ignorance. She put the batteries in and then purposely took them out. If there was any chance this was accidental, Jake’s phone call completely ruled that possibility out.
I knew after that call that I had to do something.
Alex was getting too confident. Too full of herself.
I had to really put her in her place. First the poker game and now this.
I have to stop this. I had to teach her that she can’t get away with having an attitude like this.
I had to nip it in the bud before it got out of hand.
It took every ounce of willpower in me not to fuck her right there in that bathroom.
I mean, I suspected she was turned on, but I didn’t expect her to be that wet.
Fuck, she was practically dripping. And then seeing how her face blushed beet red…
God, it was almost impossible to restrain myself. But I did.
And now she’ll pay the price, I think as I watch her sit down.
I hit the button. I hear the buzzing noise and watch her little body jolt upright. She tries to compose herself, but I notice it — that little “o” shape her mouth forms, her eyebrows raised, before she contorts her features back into a neutral expression.
Oh, this is gonna be fun, I think to myself. I turn it up higher just as the waitress comes back.
“Any dessert?” the waitress asks.
Alex opens her mouth, but I beat her to the punch.
“Yes, actually,” I say. “We’d like every single item on your dessert menu.”
Alex shoots me a glare, and in response, I turn up the vibrator even higher. I notice Alex grit her teeth, as the waitress looks from me to Alex and then back to me, slightly confused.
“Is that it? Anything else?” the waitress says, looking at Alex.
Alex closes her eyes for a split second and shakes her head. “No,” she says.
Alex’s “no” sounds almost normal, but I notice a slight vibration in it. It’s not noticeable enough for the waitress to be able to tell, but it’s enough for Alex to feel embarrassed — which is the entire point.
As the waitress walks away, I notice Alex’s face grow pinker. God, I love the way she blushes.
“You doing okay?” I ask, taking a sip of scotch.
Alex nods.
“So tell me about your week,” I say to Alex.
Alex shrugs as I increase the intensity once more.
I’m at seventy-five percent of the max now, and I can already tell it’s having an effect on her.
I’ve done this with enough women to be able to notice the tells.
I notice the way their hearts beat faster and their shoulders start to clench.
The way they’ll grip the seats of their chairs or sometimes the hems of their dresses.
The way they’ll start to breathe more shallowly and answer in shorter and shorter phrases.
I didn’t expect that I’d be able to get here this fast with Alex, but then again, given how wet she was, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Well?” I ask.
“Oh, it was fine.” Her eyes flick open when she says fine after closing for half a second.
“Really? Elaborate.”
“I’m good,” she spurts out quickly.
“Tell me more,” I say. I increase the intensity. Her voice is now vibrating somewhat noticeably.
“Oh no, I think you’re much more interesting,” she hisses. “Stop it.” She glares at me, and I increase it once more. I notice the muscles in her shoulders tense. I can tell she’s getting close.
“Should I wait until the waitress is here with our dessert, or do you want it to happen before?” I ask her.
I drop my voice so I’m quieter, but not so quiet that no one can hear.
If somebody was paying attention to our conversation, they’d probably be able to hear me.
I do this on purpose, knowing it’ll embarrass Alex.
I’m pretty sure no one’s paying attention, but that’s not the point. The point is that they could be.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please now or please later? Your choice,” I say smugly.
Alex’s eyes open and lock with mine.
“I think the waitress is coming,” I say. “She’s across the room. You probably have thirty seconds.”
Alex just stares at me.
“I’ll take your silence as a please now,” I say and turn the toy up to its highest intensity.
I watch her little body start vibrating.
She holds it together quite well, gripping the table and closing her eyes, but if anyone’s looking over at us, they would notice that she’s acting strangely.
Her breathing quickens; her chest expands and contracts rapidly.
Her eyes flick open just as the waitress reaches us.
I notice a sheen of sweat across her forehead.
I can tell she’s on the verge of coming.
So I turn the vibrator off. I smile, satisfaction surging through my body.
Alex’s eyes dart to mine, confusion and anger swirling across her beautiful irises.
“Here you go,” the waitress says, placing a plate of chocolate cake in front of Alex and a piece of key lime pie in front of me.
“Thank you,” Alex says. She opens her mouth to say something else, and right when she starts to speak, I turn the vibrator on again. She closes her mouth immediately and grips the table.
The waitress looks at me. “Everything fine?” the waitress asks.
“She’s just had a stressful week,” I say, nodding towards Alex. “Can you tell me about what’s in that chocolate cake?”
“Oh, it’s all organic,” the waitress says, looking carefully between me and Alex.
I still have it on a low intensity, so it’s not like the waitress can hear what’s going on.
But I can see Alex suffering. She’s got to be sensitive from just coming.
And now the toy’s on again. I can tell she’s trying to regulate her breathing.
I smile wickedly and turn it up once more. She grips the table more tightly.
“And mine?” I say, gesturing down to the key lime pie.
“Oh yes, that’s organic limes with a graham cracker crust —”
“Thanks,” Alex blurts out, indicating the waitress should leave.
“Okay, I’ll be back with the rest of your dishes in a few minutes,” the waitress says, shooting me a look. I nod and smile. “Thanks,” I say.
“That was a bit impolite, don’t you think?” I say, looking at Alex as soon as the waitress is out of earshot.
I turn up the vibrator again.
“Callum,” she says, “please —”
“Oh, please turn it up?” I say, turning it up once more. It’s at over half intensity now, and I can see her rapidly an orgasm.
“Callum, please,” she whispers, her eyes wide, pleading with me.
“Please turn it up? I can make that happen.” I turn it up about three levels all at once, and notice her start breathing heavily again. “Oh, just in time for the rest of our dessert,” I say, as the waitress comes closer.
I ratchet it up to around ninety percent as the waitress gets even closer. Just when I can tell Alex is about to go over the edge, I turn it off immediately. It stops, and Alex’s body goes slack. She looks at me, confused and forlorn.
“Here you go,” the waitress says, placing down an apple pie and blueberry cheesecake.
“Great,” I say. “And could we get some tea as well?”
I look at Alex and she’s scowling. The waitress smiles politely and scampers away. I turn the toy back on and Alex’s body reacts.
I have to say, I’m loving how responsive she is. She may be good at mental games, but she isn’t good at controlling her own physiological reactions. It almost seems like poetic justice that this would be her Achilles heel. The woman who can control her mind can’t control her body. It’s perfect.
“It’s so fun watching you like this,” I say. “I had no idea you’d be this easy to toy with. I’m gonna have so much fun with you when I tie you up for hours, just torturing you like this.”
Her eyes widen in shock, but I can tell by the blush in her cheeks that a part of her is turned on.
“For hours?” she blurts out. I can tell she immediately regrets it as she tries to make her face return to a neutral expression.
“For hours,” I confirm, as I increase the intensity again.
“Fuck you,” she says, gritting her teeth.
I ratchet up the intensity once again, and right when I can tell she’s about to tip over the edge, I turn off the toy. She looks at me this time, and she looks angry.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she hisses.
“Language,” I say. “I don’t think that’s any way to speak to somebody who holds as much power as I do right now. In fact, I think you should be trying to be as respectful towards me as possible.”
“Spare me. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? To torture me.”
“I’d hardly call this torture, sweetheart. You’re being a bit dramatic. I mean, if it was torture, you wouldn’t be sopping wet, would you?”
She blushes again, and I turn up the toy. She breathes in slowly, like she’s trying to steel herself from screaming.
The waitress is walking towards us, and I turn it up more.
“Don’t,” she whispers.
“Don’t what?”
“You know.”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
The waitress approaches us, and I tell her, “Can you come back in two minutes?” She nods, looking kind of confused. As soon as she walks away, I turn my attention back to Alex.
“I’ll stop this if you come to the washroom with me right now and beg me to let you come,” I say.
“Really?” she asks. She looks skeptical.
“Yes. But you have to mean it. I want you to look me in the eyes and beg. I need to see the desperation in your eyes,” I say wickedly.
She swallows. Her forehead crinkles for a split second. I can tell she’s thinking it over.
“You better decide quick. The waitress is coming back soon.” I increase the intensity, hoping I’ve driven her crazy enough to let go of her pride.
I increase it again, and I watch as her little chest expands and contracts. Right as she’s about to climax, I turn it off.
“Fine,” she blurts out.
“Okay?” I ask, staring at her.
“Okay,” she whispers.
After a half-second, Alex quickly glances down, grabs her bag, and walks towards the washroom. I follow her, grinning.