He pinches a nipple, pulling it up. It throbs and my back arches, lifting from the bed.
“You wanted to get a box of toys.” He throws the bottlebehind him on the bed, unbothered by it. In its place, he picks up a vibrator.
“I didn’t. . . ” I pathetically trail off, my body rapidly heating.
“Try to be a brat?” he finishes for me. “Russ, when you flaunted your ass in my face earlier, were you looking for attention?”
I bite my lower lip.
“Of course, I’m not punishing you for flaunting your ass in front of me.” He clicks on the vibrator. “I’m punishing you for opening the door with your ass on display.”
“It wasn’t!” The guard watching the elevator camera probably didn’t even see anything.
He runs the vibrator over my pussy.
“Why were you being a brat?” he asks. I wiggle into the mattress, scared about how his eyes keep pinning me down.
“I wasn’t. . .”
“The semester is almost to the end and I’ve got papers due.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t know. He never talks about his schoolwork, but I know it stresses him out.
He runs the vibrator over my clit and I jolt. But he’s not done. He spreads my legs, inserting the toy in my cunt. He’s so completely unbothered as I whimper, my arms straining against the headboard.
Grabbing something behind him, he shows off a butt plug.
“At first I was confused,” he says, “because you know we already had some here.” The plug begins to buzz in his hand. “Then I figured out why you added this one.”
“Okay, wait.” I try to wiggle away, but it’s useless. He sits up, sliding in between my knees. I’m splayed open, oncomplete display. He grabs a new bottle of lube, pouring some on the butt plug and his hands.
“Max!” His fingers tease my ass.
I didn’t even play with myself after I got the package. Disgruntled by his lack of caring, I dropped the box on the floor and flung myself in bed. Knowing Max, he methodically went through the items, picking out which toys he wanted to play with.
“Relax,” he sternly tells me. I rock slightly, doing the opposite. “You’re going to play with your toy, Russ. Let it in or I’ll force it.”
The vibrator in my pussy, builds me up. His words have me crashing down.
He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead. “That’s one. That’s good sweetheart, keep going.”
I yelp, the butt plug turning on. I’m impossibly full, but also confused and I must show it.
He sinks down on his side, next to me, propping his head up with his hand. “You wanted to play. We’ll play.”
His hand grips his cock, squeezing it. I stare, mouth dry. Languidly, he watches me, his hand working himself.
“Please. . .”
“Please, what?” he asks. “You’re going to come again, sweetheart, it’s okay.”
My back arches, the sensations building again. His hand slides up and down his cock.
“But I want your cock.”
He lifts one amused eyebrow. “Why didn’t you ask me for it earlier?”
