Page 10 of Her Christmas Beast
“No,” I state emphatically as I flop back down on the bed. But it’s colder now. All that heat must have been coming from him. I sit up again.
“Just stay there for a few minutes, Angel. We have to get an initial measurement of you and I think that will be easier if you’re lying down.”
Wait, huh? A measurement?
Before I can get the words out, Billy’s out of the room. I’m entertaining the idea of getting up to chase him down and ask when he comes back holding a small pale blue device and a bottle of lube. My gaze locks on him, uncertainty filling my belly.
“Lie back down, Angel.”
“Not until you tell me what you’re up to,” I counter firmly, eyeing the contents of his hands with skepticism. It is way too early in the day for sexy times. That’s not me being a prude, it’s me being completely uninterested before coffee. At least I think I am.
Billy sighs with exaggerated patience. “This…” he holds up the blue thing, “is an expanding hydraulic vibrator designedfor stretching. Someone sent it to the main office as a sample, hoping for some kind of engineering endorsement, and Javier happened to be there. So instead of my assistant getting rid of it, it ended up here because he delights in trying to embarrass me. I stuck it in the attic thinking I might have use for the parts someday. But turns out it’s perfect for what you need as is. But… we have to find out what setting to start you at. So you need to lie down.”
I’m so dazed by that explanation I do as he asks, but mostly because my head suddenly feels heavy. I haven’t even had any coffee yet.
“So according to the directions, if it pulls out easily with no resistance while it’s turned off, we can move up to the next setting. So let’s try you at one.” Billy sounds entirely too enthusiastic about this feat of engineering.
I yelp when cold, wet silicon touches my warm pussy. “Hey, that’s cold!”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll go warm it up under hot water.”
I listen to the bathroom sink running and try to push back the uncomfortable memories of the doctor’s office, where cold clinical precision is downright encouraged.
Billy comes back and repeats the procedure with a generous squirt of lube. At least now it’s warm. He pushes the thing into me and out again. I hear a hum followed by silence. Then it’s back, but it’s bigger. Not by much, but enough to notice. Another hum and silence. This time he has to push it into me more slowly, even with fresh lube.
“Three it is, Angel.”
“Three what?” I ask plaintively, wondering where he’s going with this.
“The setting, baby. We’re starting you at three. Remember the rules?”
Oh yeah. The thing about rules and consequences is they sound a lot more fun in the afternoon than they do at five in the morning.
“Do I have to?”
“Well no. Not if you don’t mind doubling up tomorrow or if you want to forget the whole thing and live with me in complete celibacy.” Ouch. Billy doing sarcasm. It’s not pleasant. I open my eyes to get a better read on him. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but the thought of not having his touch again or ever getting to feel his cock pound into me is enough to have me spreading my legs. “Okay, fine. But do I at least get a kiss?”
“No, you haven’t earned that yet. But I promise the actual session will be much more fun for you.”
I may be asleep, but my pussy apparently isn’t. Because when Billy turns on the tiny motors and it’s buzzing at my entrance, my channel floods in anticipation. He slides the toy in easily, and I shift as it settles into place. Billy settles onto the bed next to me and when I glance over, I see he has a remote control. I eye it warily and he catches my eye and smirks. He presses a button. The vibrations shift from a gentle buzzing to a pulse that pushes against my walls. It’s not unpleasant, and it’s not stronger in intensity, but it has my back arching and my nipples pebbling.
Billy reaches over and traces an areola with a calloused finger tip. “Your skin is so soft, baby.”
My clit begins to throb as my brain splits attention between the equally enticing events happening above and below my waist.
“Billy,” I whine, wanting to rush to the end, but he shakes his head at me. “Five minutes per session, Angel, and an orgasm. If you’re not there by the five-minute mark, I’ll help you, but you’ve still got plenty of time.”
I eye him with disdain. Why did I agree to this again? I twist my legs, and the vibrator hits that sweet spot. I shudder and hear Billy hiss. I smile. Oh yeah. That’s why.
Suddenly I’m awake and enjoying this, mostly because I can watch Billy becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He reaches down to adjust his cock, and that’s enough to send me over the edge. I spasm, my limbs quivering as I’m wracked with a release like I’ve never experienced. But I have a horribly good feeling it won’t compare to what Billy has in store for me.
When I settle back and reach down to remove the vibrator, Billy stops my hand. “Nope, still got thirty seconds to go, Angel.” It’s an impossibly long thirty seconds and I sense my body rebuilding momentum. Great, now I’ll have to spend the morning partially aroused. I glare over at Billy and am met with a fiercely determined expression. Okay, I guess that was going to happen anyway.
Abruptly the vibrations stop and I realize he’s turned it off from the remote. He plucks the toy from my channel gently and disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running while I lie there and think about what just happened. Probably the strangest five minutes of my life, if I’m being honest.
“Time to get up, Angel. Breakfast will be ready in another ten.”
God, somehow I’ve been enrolled in sex bootcamp with an insanely cute and enthusiastic drill instructor.