Page 59 of Trouble from Abroad
Oh, no. Not pressure.
Pleasure.
Fuck.
Every part of me goes quiet.
Then feral. The sound that escapes my throat is not human.
She gasps when she sees me.
The toy wavers in her grip, not quite pulled away. Her lips part like she might apologize, but I don’t give her the chance to utter a word.
“Don’t stop. If you want me gone, say the word. But don’t stop. Not on my behalf.”
I watch the doubt swimming in her eyes, the toy missing its spot.
“Please,” I add, softer now. Begging.
I need her not to stop.
Need to watch her fall apart.
Need to know she’ll let me.
Her eyes find mine; the toy keeps buzzing, mocking the space between us.
“Stay or go? Use your words, Trouble.”
The most beautiful deer in headlights.
“Stay,” she stutters after a beat.
Then presses the toy back against her clit.
A broken whimper tears from her throat. Her hips jerk upward, one knee falling wider. Her whole body trembles while we watch each other.
My spine straightens like it’s been struck.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, and it nearly unmans me.
She moves with more purpose now, hips twitching, sheets twisting in her free hand. The nanny is putting on a show for me, whether she knows it or not.
“Keep going. Just like that.”
First, her jaw tightens, then a silent moan has her mouth falling open.
I see it. Her body wants to give in, and she’s trying to hold on.
Not on my watch, Trouble.
“Let’s begin your lessons, Mia.”
Her legs close around the vibrator, muffling the buzzing sound.
“Lesson one: you follow my instructions.Turn it up,” I say.
Her hand fumbles with the button. The moment it clicks, the sound rises above her thighs.
