Question & Answer

He caught a plain wood chair he had a dress shirt hung over and dragged it to the edge of the bed. “How much do you think you can take?”

“Of what?”

“Answering my questions.”

“What!” I shouted astounded.

“Well, you conveniently wanted to play question and answer. Which is interesting because I was thinking just the same. All day.”

“This isn’t fair.”

He smiled.

“Which makes it twice as fun. I can watch everything this little bit is doing to your sweet body.” He shook that small remote meaningfully. “Let’s test it, shall we.”

He thumbed a little slide button, gliding it a bit upward.

I felt the first jerking sensation of the vibrator bursting to life deep in my center. I gasped and my back arched like a hot rod had been stuck to my ass. My body remained in that position. Adjusting to the intensity of the tiny object lodged firmly in my channel. I pulled at my wrists, wanting to follow my instinctive need to fish it