“So, your apartment? Anything off limits?”
“No. I’m not that interesting.”
“Vibrators? Other sex toys?” I tease. But also, I’m curious.
Yes, her face can grow redder. She shakes her head.
“So… You can get off with just your fingers?”
Now she covers her face with her casted arm. “We’re not having this conversation.”
“Sure we are.” I gently lift her arm and then both my brows in question.
“Blade…”
“I’m persistent. How do you get off, June? Fingers? Cucumbers? The handle on your hairbrush?”
She groans and says my name in six syllables, “Blaaade…”
“This is important information, Little girl. How will I know what you need if you don’t tell me, especially if your favorite method is something obscure like the bottom of your favorite hot sauce bottle?”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s finally smiling. “That’s silly. I don’t eat hot sauce.”
“You don’t have to ever open the bottle to use it for this purpose.” I shrug. “For all I know, you wandered down the condiment aisle at the grocery store in search of the best object for masturbation. Now you keep that in your pantry just in case you ever meet a cocky, persistent man like me who moves you into his home and then goes to get things from your apartment. It’s genius, really, because the average man would never realize the soy sauce in your cabinet is outdated by several years, and you don’t like Chinese food anyway.” It’s hard for me to keep a straight face, but I avoid laughing outright at my own wittiness.
My precious girl giggles again. “I don’t like soy sauce either.”
“I didn’t figure. But now I’ll be examining your pantry and fridge for possible masturbation toys small enough to fit in your sweet cunt, but with outdated labels, or foods I suspect you would never eat.”
“Blade…” She’s still grinning.
I like it. I like this banter. A lot. I want everything with her. Serious, sexy, funny, everything. I snap my fingers. “Oh, I know… Curling iron. Do you have a one-inch, or is it smaller?”
More giggles.
My cock can’t take this.
“June…”
“Fine. I don’t use any of those things. Happy?”
“So, fingers.”
“No, big guy. I don’t masturbate.”
Oh.
Ohhh.
This option wasn’t something I considered. “Ever? You don’t get yourself off?” That’s depressing.
Her poor cheeks are on fire.
“So, I guess it won’t be hard for you to obey me when I forbid it, then, will it?” I say, hoping to sound light.
She drops her injured arm over her eyes again. “It’s not even possible, Blade. Stop it.”
“What’s not possible?” My heart is racing. I’m an idiot. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
