Page 59 of Living Hell

It was hard to take her seriously with her shirt hiked up, her tits out, and a wire coming out her ass.

She placed something on the counter, and I saw it was attached to that wire. Without thinking, I picked it up.

“Don’t . . . oh God!” Her eyes rolled back into her head as my thumb pressed a button on the device. The buzzing sound started back up and this time, it was coming from her.

My eyes widened as Iona leaned against the counter, biting her lip. I fumbled with it and pressed it again, hoping to stop the thing. Instead of silence, the buzzing sound intensified.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Iona was now gyrating her hips in the air and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

This was the hottest and weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.

“What should I do?”

I stared at her tits in the mirror as her nipples hardened to points. Her eyes were slits as she watched me. She wanted me and even without the butt plug debacle, I knew I wanted to fuck her.

I reached forward and slipped my hand over her breast, pinching her nipple. She took in a sharp breath between her teeth. Iona was like a masterpiece, and I couldn’t wait to paint her.

My hands fell fast as I grabbed her hips, shifting her to face me. She didn’t love me, fine. But I was going to do anything in my power to make her change her mind. If Iona wanted to be fucked, then that’s what was going to happen.

One thing Babette told me about Iona yesterday in my office was that Iona had to be wooed. She didn’t mean necessarily with sex or for love but in general. She needed time to think it over and feel it was worth it.

I could do that. I could woo Iona. And the best way to do that was with my cock.

I fell to my knees and spread her legs. She was wet, and I licked my lips in anticipation. She felt warm and soft as I slipped two fingers inside of her, and my cock was insanely jealous.

“Yeah. Please, Tyler.” Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling my face toward her. I smirked, happy to indulge her with my tongue. When I nipped at her clit, she whimpered. If Heaven existed, then everything tasted like Iona, every flower produced her scent, and each song sounded like her cries of ecstasy.

It didn’t take long for her to come. The vibrating butt plug got her started before I could take over, but when she came, it was my name on her lips. I slowly let her go and stood holding her close to me.

She was weak from the climax, so I lifted her in my arms. Moving out of the bathroom, I placed her on the bed.

“What do you want?” I asked with my cock eagerly awaiting her answer.

“You.”

The way Iona said the word, I thought for a moment she really did mean me and not just my cock.

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