Page 161 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
When she stayed speechless, I decided to toy with her—since that damn toy had been toying with me all week.
“Did you soak that black rubber, Callie?” I asked, voice low. “How many times did you come on it?”
She gasped, colour flooding her cheeks.
“I—I never—it’s none of your damn business!”
I finished my tea, unfazed, and stood with my mug in hand.
“Text me your answer,” I said over my shoulder with a chuckle, heading to the kitchen to rinse the cup and grab my tool bag.
Mission accomplished.
?? ?? ??
I stared at her text in shock.
Callie:28 times.
My thumb hovered over the screen.
No emoji. No follow-up. Just the number.
Twenty-eight.
I had no idea whether to be impressed, concerned… or hard.
Probably all three.
Me:Where did you find the time to study all week?
Callie:How long do you think it takes a woman to come?
Oh-ho. So it was like that—a question with a question.
Game on.
Me:It varies. Depends on how naughty she’s been.
Callie:I saw you with that woman in your kitchen a few months back.
I frowned, trying to place the moment—until it clicked.
Trisha.
We’d dated casually. Nothing serious. It fizzled after a few weeks.
Me:You’ve been spying on me?
Callie:Hardly. Our windows face each other. You had your blinds open.
I thought about that night—how much she might’ve seen.
The cheeky little minx.
Me:Did you think of me when you used it? Did you wish it was my cock rearranging your insides?
I waited.
