Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“So, what do you want me to do?” I ask.
Reuben leans forward in his seat, his elbows on his knees.
“Whatever you want to do. Those toys are all for you. Enjoy the ones you want to, and ignore the ones you don’t.”
“Cool.” I go on instinct and choose a girthy dildo. Mid-range. I pick it up and run my tongue up the shaft as I giggle.
My giggle sounds empty in the room, because Reuben’s expression stays deadpan.
“Drop the act now, please. No Creamgirl, just Tiffany.”
I sense the first crack in my Creamgirl armour. Like he’s tapped the eggshell on the side of a metal bowl. I look at him and he looks back, and I know there’s going to be no movement on his stance tonight. That much I can read.
He wants Tiffany.
Me.
It feels like he’s jabbing fingers into my gooey stomach.
I take a deep breath.
“Fine, ok. If that’s what you want.”
“What you want, remember? What I want is what you want.”
I drop the dildo to my side and shift around on the bed, getting comfortable. I relax and let my thighs loll open like I would at home, with no concern for posing. My heart is racing a helluva lot faster than it would ever be if I was just getting myself off to my own dirty tune, though. Giving him Tiffany and not Creamgirl is harder than he might think. Harder than I have ever considered.
Do I like it?
I don’t fucking know.
But I’m willing to find out for him. I’ll try my best.
The four poster has an impressive fabric ceiling. A dark red tapestry, highlighted by twists of gold. I’ve never been a mindfulness kind of girl, but Josh used to go on about meditation all the time when he was in his yoga ball phase, so I try to summon up the technique. I follow the golden threads with my eyes and take deep breaths. In and out. I try to forget Reuben Sinclair is in the room with me, and slide my hand down between my legs like I do at home. Just breathe, and play. Breathe, and play.
I’m used to being horny 24/7, and being with Reuben through dinner has already soaked my panties, so my pussy doesn’t let me down. My clit is sparking to the touch as soon as my fingers land.
I rub myself more gently when I’m playing alone than I usually do with clients, using nothing more than teasing flicks as a warmup. I tease myself for ages when I’m dancing my own dance, building myself up to a massive spurt since it’s normally a one off before bedtime, so I do the same here. Reuben will have to butt in and gee things up if he gets bored and regrets the assignment. Until then, I’ll give him what he asked for.
He wants to see what I usually do, fine. I wouldn’t be doing it trussed up in lacy lingerie.
I don’t look at him as I unclip my bra and toss it aside. My heart starts thumping again as I battle out of my stockings and suspender belt without any kind of flirty performance to go along with it. They go flying off the bed too, and I push my panties down my legs, kicking them off.
Finesse will have to go fuck itself.
Being naked isn’t an issue for me in the slightest. I spend a load of my time in sweet FA while I’m with clients, but not usually from scratch without any banter or filth to go along with it.
I always enjoy giving a butt shimmy and crushing my big tits together while I blow a kiss with a mwah. But this is nothing like that. Every roll and curve feels under a different kind of spotlight with Reuben’s eyes on me.
Practicalities come into play that wouldn’t with other people involved. I need decent access to my pussy to play with toys on my own.
I arrange the pillows behind me like I would in bed at home, so I’m on an incline and able to get past my tubby tits and belly. I can’t see my pussy unless it’s in a mirror – since I’ve hardly got the flexibility of a gymnast, and I don’t have the neck of a giraffe. They’re standard fat girl issues that make no difference to me, but they feel kinda weird when they’re exposed to someone watching.
More specifically, with Reuben watching.
I have to turn my mind off from my filthy, gorgeous boss yet again, so I focus back on the golden threads, my fingers only just grazing a path between my pussy lips. It feels like fucking for ever before I’m relaxed enough for this to pass off as natural, but when I do finally cross the barrier it’s nicer than I’d have figured. I let out a breath, with a smile.