I close my eyes and try to block out the fact that I'm in a BDSM club, that he's staring at my every move, that I'm feeling myself up in front of a man I barely know. Instead, I focus on the friction of my finger against my clit. Pleasure begins to build as I stroke myself. Maybe I can do this after all.
"Is this how you pleasure yourself when no one is looking?"
"Yes. Sir."
"Do you ever finger-fuck yourself?"
I shake my head.
"Do you use a vibrator?"
"I don't have one."
"Why not?"
"Never got around to buying one."
"How often do you masturbate?"
"I'm not sure. I've never kept track."
"Once a day?"
I shake my head and draw some of my moisture over my clit.
"Once a week?"
"Depends on the week. Sometimes it's a couple times, sometimes none. It mostly depends on how busy I am."
He watches me fondle myself for several minutes before asking, "Have you ever used a vibrator on yourself?"
"No, Sir."
He gets off the table and walks over to the chest of drawers. After opening a few, he finds what he’s looking for: a small black vibrator not unlike the one my roommate sometimes leaves lying around her bed. Walking over, he hands it to me.
"Use it. Make yourself come for me."
My first time with a sex toy and it's going to be in front of him instead of the privacy of my bedroom. I swallow and turn the vibrator on. My fingers tingle. It's rather strong for something barely larger than three AA batteries. It has several bumps on one end and fits easily into my panties. I gasp loudly when it touches my clit. I feel like I'm getting tickled to death there. The sensations are surprisingly potent, stronger, more concentrated than my finger. It's too much. I move it off of me.
"We can be here all night, but you will come for me, Virginia."
I melt at the sound of my name. Bracing myself, I return the vibrator to my clit. I wriggle and squirm as if the vibrations have entered my body and are trying to find a way out. After several seconds, I can't take it anymore. How do women get used to these things? I'm about to offer to return to masturbating myself with my finger when he shoves his hand into my underwear. Grabbing my hand, he presses the vibrator to my clit. He wraps his other arm around my back, and there's no escape. I cry out as I writhe against him.
Holy shit, holy shit.
My clit feels like it's getting attacked, but somehow my body likes it, and instead of the gradual climb toward my orgasm, I am shot out of a cannon. The vibrations at my clit explode through my whole body. I scream so loud I bet everyone in the building can hear, but I have no control. I spasm against Tony.
Right after I hit my climax, my clit can't take anymore. I strain and shake my head vigorously because I can't form the words to tell him to take the vibrator away. Dear God, please take the vibrator away.
I nearly sob with relief when he finally does. Switching off the vibrator, he catches me before I crumble to the ground. Sweeping me into his arms, he carries me over to the mattress and lays me down. My clit still pulsing madly, I stare up at the ceiling. Holy crap. I need to get myself a vibrator.
"Thank you, Sir," I say with genuine appreciation.
"And that was the weakest one. Wait till we try something more powerful."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As amazing as that just felt, I don't think I can take something more powerful.