Page 85 of Demons and Debts
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Jane
I'm still reelingfrom the little meeting Vic made me attend, though it’s been hours. Why would he let me decide which one of them gets to feed off me? Is it a game? There must be a reason. If I’ve learned anything about Vic since I met him, it's that he doesn't do things for no reason. He's always got a plan.
I'm sitting in what I now callmy roombecause all of Theo’s stuff has disappeared. The table is gone and in its place is a comfy chair.
My mind is racing and there's something else going on too. I can’t relax. The place between my legs is pulsing. I wipe sweat off my brow. It's not even hot out. Feeling this way isn't usual for me. I mean yeah sometimes I feel like I want …. But it’s never been like this before. Maybe I’m ovulating. That can affect a girl’s sex drive, right? I'm pretty sure that's a thing.
I go into the bathroom and start the water running. Maybe a relaxing soak will chill me out. I take off my clothes and slide into the bath, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. The tub fills up quickly and I turn off the water with my toes with a sigh. But that niggling need, that feeling, won't go away. If anything, it's stronger now.
I bite my lip and look towards the door. It's closed. I have an uneasy feeling but I'm going to need to do something before I combust. There's no way I'm choosing one of those assholes!
My hand goes to my breast, touching the nipple lightly and I gasp as a zing goes directly to my pussy.
What was that!?
I do it again and can’t help my low moan. I’ve done this before. Of course I have. But I don’t think it’s ever felt like this.
I can’t seem to help myself now, teasing my nipples until they're hard and swollen before my hand slides down my slippery skin to my mound. The first flitter of my fingertips has me throwing back my head and my mouth opening wide on a breath. Nope! It's never felt like this before. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don’t touch myself again and my legs shake in the water as I do, but the sensation isn’t enough. My vibrator is in my bag, which is in the bedroom. I lurch from the bath and grab a towel, not even bothering to dry myself properly as I throw open the door and practically sprint across the room.
‘What the fuck is going on?’ I mutter to myself as I frantically look through my backpack.
My one and only toy is fucking florescent fuchsia and resembles a disco ball. Can’t miss it, but I still have to dump the whole contents of the bag on the floor before I find it. Ugh!
I pick it up, get on the bed and spread my legs in anticipation as I go straight for the sweet spot with no more preliminaries, my heart beating fast, my breath rapid but when I flick the button, nothing happens.
No.No.No.No.NO!
I sit up, disappointment making me want to burst into tears. I'm not one of those people who’s very good at doing it manually because I getthere, and my fingers stop doing what they're supposed to do, and I end up losingit.
I lean back with a miserable sigh, my eyes actually tearing up, and my door opens without warning; no knock or anything. I shriek, scrambling up the bed and covering myself with the towel. Theo’s in the doorway. He strides into the room like it's still his.
‘Get out!’ I cry, throwing the nearest thing at him instinctively. The pink, sparkly dildo flies past him, thudding into the wall like an ominous … pink, sparkly dildo.
My eyes widen as he slowly looks over his shoulder at the wall and then the floor where my ‘weapon’ lies still and probably broken now.
‘Did you just throwa sex toyat me?’
‘Why are you in here?’ I ask, deflecting like an expert. ‘Aren't you supposed to give me like notice or something?’
‘Nope.’ He comes closer, a look in his eyes that I don’t understand.
I’m starting to panic. ‘But Vic said I have—’
‘Relax, Sweetheart. I'm not going to feed. I just noticed that you need a helping hand, that’s all.’
I straighten, my eyes wide. ‘What?’
His hand points up to the ceiling and I see a tiny divot in the corner of the room by the light.
My hand covers my mouth. ‘You've been watching me.’
Korban literally said in the plainest terms that there were cameras in here. How had I forgotten? Even in my needy haze, that’s a pretty fucking important thing to remember!
‘You knew they were there, Princess,’ he says, a smile alighting his face as he looks me up and down.
I can feel the color leaching out of my skin and I grasp the towel tighter.
