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“What is that?”
“You agreed not to question, remember.Relax.You’ll like it.”
A toy?It must be a toy of some variety.
Something slippery, but hard pressed against her folds, then aligned with her entrance.“It’s a bit cold.”
“It won’t be for long.”He slid the object inside of her.All the way in.“Perfect.You can get up now.What sort of movie do you want to put on?”
What?Wait.Spook clasped her hands and tugged her into a sitting position.He grabbed the remotes and settled back with his legs apart.He patted at the space between them for her to come sit in.
The egg, or whatever the hell it was he’d put inside her moved as she did.It felt heavy, alien, like it might actually fall out if she didn’t concentrate on willing her muscles to hold onto it.Thankfully, it wasn’t far to reach the sofa.
Spook pulled her back against his torso and wrapped a throw around their shoulders.He turned on Neflix.“Action?Rom com?Horror?We have the blanket ready to cower beneath.”
Actually, she wasn’t seeing how watching a movie was a treat on a par with a truly epic climax.
Buzzt.
What the fucking fuck!
Alle jolted, nearly head butting Spook in the process, as the egg inside her vibrated, sending racy tingles all across her abdomen.
Spook rubbed his chin.“Something bite you?”
No-ooo.Nothing was biting her, but something was definitely making her squirm.“Are you controlling this?”
“Controlling what?”He reached out with the TV remote and highlighted a title.“How about this one?”
“Anything,” Alle squawked.Like literally anything.She’d watch a flippin’ Western if he liked, and she hated those.It wasn’t like it mattered.With all this buzzing going on, she wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on anything anyway.“Nnnnrr!”She wriggled her bottom and rubbed her thighs against one another.
“I get the impression you’re not that excited about a film.Maybe we should keep looking.Who do you fancy, and I’ll see if there’s anything that they’re in?”
“Not even all four Chrises naked is gonna capture my attention at the minute,” she rasped.
Spook nuzzled against her neck.She suspected he was masking his smile.
“This fucking device is infernal.”
“Hmm.”His teeth nipped at her skin.Just a small tug, and then the pressure was gone.Instead, his hands cupped her breasts, fingers scissoring around the nipples, and pinching.It seemed to triangulate the sensation between them and her clit and amplify it in a way that meant she could keep still.The film, whatever it was he’d chosen, began.It looked pretty low budget—the picture quality was abysmal and the sound tinny.Hang on, was that her?
This was them.All the snippets of video of them stitched together into a seamless extremely pornographic whole.
Jeezus, did she really look like that?She looked—
“Beautiful,” Spook sighed into her hair.
More buzzy pulses hit her hard and fast.Alle lapsed into uncontrollable groans, her hands clawing at his body, the blanket, whatever thing she could find some purchase on.Spook nipped the side of her neck again, then began to suck.She started to complain that he’d mark her, but the words dissolved into a purr.“Spook, I’m gonna come.It’s too much.Can’t.Keep.Still.”
“Yes,” he agreed.“Touch yourself, Alle.Press down hard now on your clit.”
If she did that, she’d break apart.
“You agreed to obey.”
Oh, flippin’ hell, she had, hadn’t she?
One touch… The pressure was almost unbearable, and utterly glorious too.Her muscles clamped hard around the egg inside of her.“Fuck!Oh, dammit.Fuck.”She panted until her breath ran out, body arching up off the sofa, head bending back to rest on Spook’s shoulder.She was held there, slave to the tremors.Then boneless, she sank back into his arms, while the hum of the beast quietened.
