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“Green,” I agree.
I am still teetering on the edge of coming. My legs are slick with sweat.
D’Angelo’s cock is tenting his silky pants, but he hasn’t reached for himself once. His entire focus is on my pleasure.
D’Angelo slips the toy inside me, and since he has already widened me with his fingers, there is barely any stretch. The attachment at the front fits over my clit.
“Eyes on me,” D’Angelo commands.
I sink into the blue of D’Angelo’s beautiful eyes, missing the moment that he presses a button on the toy and it springs to life, vibrating rapidly.
I jerk at the sudden, intense, and relentless sensation.
It forces me over the edge into an orgasm that makes me tumble forward into D’Angelo’s arms. My nails claw at his shoulders, but he doesn’t flinch.
He slams his hand over my mouth to smother my scream.
I don’t look away from D’Angelo, however, as he commanded.
We share the experience in a way that feels like he is coming at the same time as I am.
He is falling apart too.
We are both joined in pleasure and love.
I feel like we are one person.
Then D’Angelo whispers, “Now imagine that I have that vibrator programmed to my phone. I can look like I am sending a text, but actually, I am pulsing silent pleasure through you, while I am at the arena and you are here at home. You are going to wear that under your clothes today, and no one will know. Imagine listening to the music on our date, trying not to show that you are squirming in your seat about to come. You will never know when I will turn it on and off. Let’s see how many times I can make you come, untouched. If you come more than ten times by the end of the day, then you can choose the next fantasy reward. Deal?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Town Hall,Freedom
D’Angelo
“N-n-nine,”Robyn whispers under her breath, stumbling after me.
Good girl.
It’s a struggle not to say it out loud.
Robyn and I are approaching Freedom’s low, square town hall, however, and although I deliberately made sure that we turned up late in order not to draw press attention, I can’t risk being overheard.
Plus, it’s part of the game to pretend that I don’t know why Robyn is flushed and struggling to walk in a straight line.
I smirk.
I am kind enough, however, to slip my hand into my pocket and tap my phone, turning off the vibrator that I left on for the entire car journey into town. The vibrations from my classicAlfa Romeo’s engine through the seat would have doubled the delicious agony for my principessa, although I ordered her to keep her palms pressed onto her knees and not to touch herself.
I kept up casual conversation about my day like I hadn’t been tormenting Robyn.
She may have been miles away in Freedom Mansion while I was in the arena at practice, lunch, and in strategy meetings with various staff. But with this clever new toy of mine, I’d still been able to tease her.
I was impressed to hear from Eden, who I had made sure to coach on the game that Robyn and I were playing so he could keep an eye on Robyn and make sure she remained hydrated, that she’d insisted on working at her desk.
She may have taken a couple of extra breaks but still, I’m impressed.
That’s a serious work ethic, especially as it’s a Sunday. Neither Eden nor Robyn should be working, but it’s impossible to persuade either of them to rest when Shay and I are at the rink.
