Ava wrinkles her nose in confusion. “Toys?”
“Yeah, like your vibrators and shit,” I murmur, glancing back at her.
Her shock is too genuine to be fake. Ava’s lashes flutter as she blinks at me in disbelief, shaking her head.
“You don’t haveany?” I ask dubiously.
Her cheeks flame as she reaches up to untuck her hair from behind her ears, trying to hide her blush. “Why would I need them?” she scoffs.
“So you touch yourself the old fashioned way, then?”
Ava’s full lips part, a little puff of air escaping.
Monty jumps with interest.
“I don’t do that,” she insists, chestnut hair swishing around her face as she shakes her head adamantly.
“Yeah right,” I laugh, knocking her drawer closed and pushing up to my feet. “There are two kinds of people, Ava baby. Those who admit they masturbate, and those who lie and claim they don’t.”
“You’re a pig,” she spits.
I shrug. “I’m a man.”
Taking a step back, I study her for a moment, enjoying the view. She looks like she’s been gift wrapped for me, every curve on display in that skimpy skirt and top.
“How do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” I ask, a filthy image already forming in my mind.
“Ugh!” she groans, reaching behind her for another pillow to toss at me. “Get out!”
“No, I wanna see it,” I press.
“No way!” she barks.
“Either show me, or I’ll touch you instead,” I challenge, squeezing my dick through my jeans. “Your choice, but you’re about to get off for me either way, Ava baby.”
She knows damn well I’m not bluffing, and the reality of what’s about to happen makes her adorably flustered. A fresh blush paints her cheeks, lips parting on a sharp intake of breath.
“Go on,” I coax.
Ava glares back at me, defiant to the end. But she knows what’ll happen if she refuses. I’ll just take what I want, as is my right as King. Almost subconsciously, she reaches up to fiddle with the charm at the base of her throat. I see the exact moment she accepts that this is happening, a flicker of something like resignation in her eyes blending with a little spark of excitement.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” she mutters, swiping her books aside angrily. She slowly eases back against the pillows, legs still pressed tightly together as she shifts around to get comfortable.
“Show me,” I direct, rounding the foot of the bed to give myself a better view.
She hesitates, but my eyes are still locked with hers, my stare unyielding. Her hand slides tentatively down her stomach, dipping between her thighs.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching as her little skirt starts riding up. “Don’t stop.”
She doesn’t, but she’s also still taking her sweet ass time.
“Higher,” I encourage. “Lift that skirt, babe. Let me see what’s mine.”
There’s another flash of defiance in her eyes, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she grapples with whether to comply. Then, oh so fucking slowly, she bunches up the fabric of her skirt until her virginal white panties are exposed.
Still obsessed with those.
“Slide them to the side,” I say, practically drooling with anticipation. She hesitates again, but only for a split secondbefore she sweeps her underwear aside and her pretty pink cunt is on full display for me, every bit as tempting as I remember.
