by Riley Murphy
“No…Yes.”
“Don’t close your legs. Keep them spread.”
“But I—”
He curled his hand around her thigh. “Spread some more. A little wider. That’s right. God, I can’t wait to get in here.” He slid his forefinger from the top of her slit to the bottom and pressed in. “Don’t move. Stay still.” All of her settled except for her inner muscles that clamped around his finger and squeezed real tight. With each pulsing contraction, his cock twitched and swelled until it pulsed with raw lust to get into her.
“But it’s not time for that…yet.” He gave her tight little channel an intimate caress as he withdrew. “Are you hungry? Open your mouth. Come on, part those— That’s a good girl. Lick my finger clean. Suck on it.” When she closed her lips around him, it was almost as good as her other wet heat squeezing on him. “Oh yeah, suck it just like that. Perfect.”
Too perfect. His dick was so hard he feared it was going to break.
“Mmm…”
That sound shot right through him. Damn he had to finish this. Now. He made short work of the rest of the second line and moved between her legs to devour the third. “You’ve got the nicest tits.” He licked the valley between them, gathering the warm and tasty liquid up with his tongue. “I just love…” He couldn’t help it. Her designs were too much of a temptation. Especially when he noticed her nipples spiking up in the center like a beacon in a heavy storm.
He sucked on her good and hard until her legs shook. Hell, his own were almost shaking so he figured he better wrap up playtime and get to the heart of the lesson. Otherwise if kept up with all that he was doing he’d be tempted to peel her off the table and fuck her against the cold shelves of the fridge.
Damn, he was actually considering that. Not good.
“You taste sweet even without the applesauce. Real sweet.”
She cried out when he latched back on to the last line and nibbled and sucked. Licking good and thorough until he got to her mound and then lower to her slit. He was careful not to part her. He was gentle as he ran his tongue down one delicate lip and then the other, over and over again as he watched her react. Her back arched and her toes curled. It was her breathing though that stoked him. Her rapid breaths came out hoarse and sexy as hell. And when her slit glistened without being parted he knew it was time for the lesson. He gave her one last lick. His saliva replacing the sheen he took from her.
“You’re doing so well.”
“Ted?”
“Shhh.” He put his finger through the buzzer’s cuff and flicked the tiny switch. “I want to show you something. Something you’re going to have to—”
“Jesus fu—!”
“Jo!”
“Oh God.”
“Stop moving your legs. Don’t close them. Jo. That’s right. That’s better. Here.”
“I can’t…I can’t.”
He found the spot and applied pressure with the device. Waiting. Watching. Gauging and just when her body tensed for the inevitable build for completion he pulled the little finger buzzer off her.
“Jesus.”
“Jo.”
“Darnnit,” she whispered and wet her bottom, then top lip with her tongue. “What are you doing to me?”
“Open your eyes.” He curled down over her and kissed the tip of her nose. The fact that she did as he told her made him smile. “Hi.”
She didn’t smile back. Probably because he’d left her high and dry, well, not dry but…
“Hello.”
“You sound grumpy. Are you okay?”
“I’m as good as any torture victim, I suppose. Can I move my hands now?”
“Yes.” He stood up, “In fact, give me your left hand. No I’m not going to pull you up with it. Relax.” He put a hand on her stomach and pressed down until she settled. “Good. Now—”
“What’s that?”
“Tsk, tsk. You’re such an impatient little thing.” He finished sliding the vibrator on her index finger and held her hand up between them so she could see it. “This is your new best friend.”
She squinted. “What is it?”
“A vibrator.”
She squinted harder. “It looks like a piston.”
“Piston?” He tried to see that but couldn’t. “It’s ergonomically designed for maximum enjoyment.”
Now she smiled. “You don’t say. And do you get to return it within thirty days if you’re not completely delighted?”
“Yes, so let’s see if we can delight you.” He pulled on her hand, but she pulled back. “Jo, don’t. I want to show how to use this efficiently.”
That got her attention. “Efficiently?”
“Yes.” He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “From now on, you’re going to bring this wherever you go and when I text you the word ‘now’, you’re going to stop whatever you’re doing. I don’t care what it is, so don’t bother to tell me because there’ll be no good excuse ever, and you’re going to get yourself off with this.”
“W-what?”
“Relax. I’ll show you how, but there’s something important I want you to do every time you take this out.” He tapped the clear device and said, “From the moment you put your hand on this until you’ve come, I want you to silently repeat my name over and over. This first time I want you to do it out loud so you understand what I’m asking of you.”
“This is crazy. I can’t—”
“You can, Jo. You will, for me because I want you to do this.” When she nodded he said, “Good, now give me your right hand. That’s it. I want you to…” The second he got her hand between her legs and made her fingers spread her slit, his heartbeat kicked up speed. Her wet pink flesh was engorged and ready. Waiting for some attention.
“Pull back a little. Up. A little more. Yes,” he whispered as his eyes remained fixed on the most private part of her spread and contracting in the cooler air. “Now you turn this on and—”
“Oh God.”
“Say my name. Say it.” He pressed her finger with the vibrator cuff up against her clit so firmly she quaked and panted.
“Ted.”
“Again.”
“Ted.”
“Again.” He was merciless as he found the sweet spot just under the hood and crushed the full width of the buzzer over that bundle of nerves, pleased when she slickened and slickened more.
“Ted, Ted, Ted, Ted…”
While she continued to chant his name and flex and pivot, he watched her. Through half-closed lids he focused in on her energy. Waiting for the signs, and when they started he ordered, “Louder, Jo. Let me hear you.”
“Ted. Ted. Oh God, Ted!”
The cream that came out of her couldn’t be ignored. This wasn’t planned as part of the lesson, but right now it couldn’t be helped. She was quivering and squirming all over the place as the ebbing convulsions came. “Hands above your head. Wrists crossed and palms open. That’s a good girl. Let me give you something,” he bent between her legs, “to bear down on. Deep breath,” he said, before he stabbed his tongue right into her. Catching her hips as she shot up.
“Ted.”
Chapter Nine
Jo sat at table number twenty-two and tried to look interested in what was going on, but truth was, this awards dinner was the last place she wanted to be. All day she’d been awash with excitement, and it had nothing to do with this, and everything to do with where she planned to go after she left here.
She looked down at her phone for the hundredth time and shivered. The anticipation was a killer. Last night, before she’d left Ted’s place, he’d been very specific about what she was to do when he sent his special text. Just the thought made her tingle. And although she’d spoken to him three times already today, and was going to see him the minute she could get out of here, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
“Are you going to stare at that thing all night?”
“Sorry.” She gave her dad an apologetic smile and brought it closer to her. Still u
nwilling to put it in her purse for fear of not hearing it.
“It’s a good thing Anjay couldn’t sit with us. I’m sure he’d be jealous of your important client. It’s Saturday night, Josephine. Time for family and friends.”
“This client is a friend.”
The lights dimmed and her dad held up his hand. “Anjay is the first one up to receive an award.”
Jo looked between her mother and father and decided they couldn’t be any more different at the moment. Where her father was like an overgrown child sitting on the edge of his seat waiting for Anjay’s name to be called, her mother was staring at her wineglass. Fiddling with the stem as if she were a million miles away.
“And this award goes to Dr. Anjay Patel.”
His name being announced and the accompanying applause drew her attention to the stage. Holding her breath, she watched him walk to the podium. She didn’t know what to expect. After not seeing him for three years she thought she’d feel something. Fear. Loathing. Disgust, but there was nothing. Just a—
“Aren’t you so proud of your future husband?”
She exhaled but didn’t answer, and when her father turned back to the stage, she shifted to examine her mother’s pale face. She was nervous. Jo supposed she had every right to be. Why was she prolonging the inevitable? Her dad had his heart set on Jo marrying the guy, but it wasn’t going to happen and at this point, if getting Anjay out of their lives meant spilling the brutal truth no matter the outcome? She’d do it. She’d kept quiet too long and for what?
Her father clapped and Jo had her answer. One look at how lit up he was now that Anjay was back in the picture brought home what was at stake. Everything. She didn’t want to think about it. It was too messed up.
Buzz.
She slapped a hand over her phone and pulled it down onto her lap. There against the white linen tablecloth edge she read the one lit-up word.
Now.
She looked at her parents. Neither one had noticed the disruption. That was good. Shaking her hair behind her shoulders, she listened to Anjay explain why he was garbed in full surgical attire. An emergency, he said, and she couldn’t help but wonder how many emergencies the guy had to handle his first week back stateside. By her count, there’d been three so far. Not that she was going to complain about them. With him tied up it meant she didn’t get stuck having to see or spend time with him now that he’d returned.
Once Anjay exited the stage she dropped her phone in her purse and said, “I have to go.”
“But you’ll miss the rest of the awards.”
Thank God. “And I’m really upset about that, but I have to go. My text came in.”
One major upside to leaving right at the beginning of a gala event? The halls and lobby of the convention center were virtually deserted. She found the nearest woman’s restroom and went inside. Going to the last stall, she locked herself in. Was she really going to do this?
Yes she was, and the moment she put her hand on that clear vibrator her only thought was Ted, Ted, Ted. Lifting her skirt, pulling down her panties and doing exactly what he’d taught her to do, she leaned back against the wall of the cubicle and closed her eyes. The little finger sleeve was humming and thrumming, and in no time at all she was wet and shaking. Trying to keep her panting to a minimum, even though she was sure she was alone. She shifted and moved the device just as he showed her, and the second it touched that sensitive spot at the top of her clit, she had no choice in the matter. Her body gave in and she came. Her orgasm was hard, fast and efficient as she mentally repeated his name until it was a part of her.
“Fu—” Her eyes snapped open and she blinked. She could have sworn she heard him say, “Jo” in that deep tone of his when she attempted to swear. She hadn’t of course. It was all in her mind, which made her frown. He was getting into her head and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. “Don’t be a pain. You’re too old to be swearing like this anyway.”
Then just as she promised to do, she texted him the word, Done.
Perfect. I’m here waiting. I’ll want to spread your legs and feel your heat when you get here. Hurry.
I will.
She took a deep breath to steady her rapidly careening pulse. The visual she had of him doing that to her had her all jittery again.
Creak, whoosh.
Right. She heard the outer door open and realized she finally had company. Time to get herself together. Straightening her clothes, she dropped the vibrator into the small bag Ted had given her and zipped up her purse. Clutching it between her arm and rib cage, she leaned down and flushed the toilet for good measure before exiting the stall.
“Hello, Jo-Jo. I thought I saw you come in here. I worried I was going to miss you. It took the doorman a few minutes to let me through without my ticket.”
Anjay stood not ten feet from her. Looking no different than he always had. Five foot eight, slender build with perfectly unblemished skin. She’d always been amazed that there wasn’t a mole or freckle on his face. He looked more like a teenager than a guy going into his thirties.
“What are you—”
He stepped in front of the only exit and she panicked.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?”
“Having a private conversation with my fiancée.”
“Fiancée?” She scoffed and tried to appear confident. She hated feeling like that devastated sixteen-year-old all over again. “Let’s get real. I’m never going to marry you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You will see. I already know it’s never going to happen.” Jo wasn’t going to show any fear. She could handle him if it came down to that. This time there’d be no drugging involved, so he was going to have a fight on his hands if he tried anything. Thanks to Ted insisting she take those karate classes, she was more than capable of dealing with him tonight. Just the thought of getting a piece of him had her adrenaline climbing. “If you had even a drop of decency you wouldn’t push this with my family. You’re playing on a confused man’s pipedreams. And a foolish woman’s regret. I’d hoped being away you’d have time to think about the things you’ve done. To me and my family.”
“I did.”
She heard laughing as some people passed outside the door, but she didn’t dare shout out, that would show weakness and Anjay would be all over it.
“If you’ve thought about it then you have to know there’s no way in hell I’d ever agree to it. Your blackmail days are over, asshole. I’ve spent too many years protecting my father when what I should have been doing is protecting myself.”
Anjay smiled. “I don’t think so. That’s not your style and besides his heart would be broken.”
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll go to the police? The award you got tonight will look real nice on your prison-cell wall.”
He came toward her and she didn’t back off. She stood her ground.
“No I’m not worried about that. It’s your word against mine, remember? In the end you had to agree with me. You had to take it back. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the noble reason behind that momentous decision, Boo Boo.”
Hearing him call her by that pet name was demeaning. It brought back all their history in a flash. He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard. And when he stopped close to her she could smell his breath, it was laden with garlic and disgustingness. “If I were you I’d be worried. I’m not the same wo—girl I was before.”
“Oh.” He reached out to touch her hair and she jerked away from him. “I know that. I pride myself in having a hand in the change in you.”
She glared. She wanted so badly to hit him. Beat him. But he was here for a reason and she wanted to know what that was more.
“What do you want, Anjay?”
“Originally I had plans that you and I would pick up right where we left off but certain things have changed.”
Certain things? I’ve changed! She wanted to scream at him. Swallowing the urge she said, “Everything has chang
ed.”
“Everything for you changed the way I wanted it to. I did a great job of dividing you and your family, didn’t I?”
She didn’t think it was possible to hate him more than she already did, but she was wrong, because what he said was a truth she had to live with for years. A knowledge that ate a part of her she’d never get back. Her mother had been everything to her until…until he stepped into their lives and punched a hole through the idyllic world she’d been living in. Her mother… Bile rose in her throat and indignation churned in her stomach. The “Dad’s not strong enough” excuse Jo always depended on to justify her mom’s decision to drop the matter didn’t cut it now that she was old enough to know better. “I never should have confided in you.”
He pursed his lips and the deep lines around his mouth made him seem much older. Maybe not older, but bitter. “When you did it was a new beginning for me. A chance at a fresh start with things.”
“By raping me?”
“I didn’t rape you. You didn’t put up a struggle as I recall. You just laid there like an obedient slut and let me do it.”
The gripping terror of that moment, the revulsion and fear crept into her and took hold. Deep breath, Jo. You’re no longer defenseless. “You drugged me, you fucking coward. I couldn’t move.”
He ignored her as if she hadn’t spoken. “My fresh start came the night of the accident. Before your parents had that crash, your dad was going to cut me off. He caught me with one of his med students in his office. She cried, telling him she didn’t want my attention, but I know she did. I should have drugged her too.”
Jo watched how the light in his eyes went from glowing to dark. How his tone went from conversational to angry in an instant.
“Your dad was quite disappointed. I don’t know what he expected. That I’d be a virgin for you or something? He swore that I’d never get near you again until I proved myself to be hardworking and decent. Don’t you remember that summer? At the beginning, when I was always at work? He made me go. He said he was cutting off a percentage of the financial support he’d been giving me. He’d been too easy on me. Insisting if I wanted to attend graduate school I’d have to earn some of the money myself.”
