by Amara Kent
Fuck this shit. I know I should stop, but the horny prick inside of me and attached to me, wants the irresistible woman draped on the lounge chair. I’m just about there when she lifts her foot, planting it on my chest. I stop, and do nothing but watch as she clicks the button a couple of times, and heavy moans are wrenched from her. Her stomach twitches as she jerks around. Five seconds later, she’s coming, and I’m sure her scream can be heard from miles away. Her legs drop as she rides the residual wave of her orgasm. I remove the vibrator from her and throw the small toy across the way. It comes to a hard crash on the ground. I claim her mouth, and she kisses me back passionately. We’re frenzied and wild, as if we can’t get enough of each other. I lift myself, prepared to strip down when she stops me.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asks.
“Don’t think you can get yourself off like that and have me watch without wanting you,” I growl out.
She lifts herself off the lounge and stands in front of me, taking my dick in her hands, stroking me. “That’s exactly what I can do,” she says seductively, giving me a quick peck on the head of my dick before walking away. “Oh, and you owe me a new vibrator,” she orders over her shoulder.
Epilogue
Kerri
I read the letter attached to the present.
To Miss Bradford,
Please take this present as a sign of my sincere apologies.
Kind Regards,
Arrogant Tool
A smile creeps up on my face. It’s been a month since Taylor and I arrived back from Japan. It’s been a little tough. The first time I came back, I knew I was going to return, which relieved me. This time, it was full of the usual post-holiday depression. The type of heavy emotions you get that have you desperate to get back. It’s what has you taking an extra week off to handle the heavy sadness that fills you of no longer being on holiday. The only thing I can rely on is knowing that Garrett can’t get me anymore. Ren made sure of that. Part of me feels some guilt over the way I treated him. He had been honest with me from the beginning, and even though I pushed and pushed him away, he still came to clear the incredible misunderstanding that had been created because of his friend, Aiya. Most guys I know would never go to such lengths. You dismiss them, and that’s the end of it. Apart from Garrett, I’ve never had anybody try so hard with me. There was always a motive behind their seemingly chivalrous act. Ren had done it just so I knew he was innocent.
I know what you’re thinking; my naivety is showing. If you had asked me before if I believed his excuse, I would have said no. But after having been visited by Aiya, I know it’s true. He hadn’t slept with any other women. Everything had been cleared up with the press, so it’s not like he couldn’t get back on the playboy road and fuck his way through Japan, once more.
It’s the main reason I agreed to his dinner invitation on my second to last night in Tokyo. It was the least I could have done for someone who had saved me from Garrett, who would have ended up hurting me. Would have taken me somewhere and forced me to be his again. That was always his problem. His obsession played out like a child with a toy. There were no boundaries when it came to him and what he called his “belongings.” I hadn’t expected things to take a turn the way they did, but when I saw what Taylor had slipped into my bag, I knew what she was telling me and I knew what I had to do. It sounds incredibly stupid and irrational. Something no respecting woman would do. However, it was something I felt I had to do, in a way that would allow me to gain back the power I had lost the day Garrett pursued me. The day he tried to take my body. I know in some way Ren handed it over to me, but I also know how hard it was for him to do that. We both have a past that is flooded with sadness and darkness that’s been hard to shake. He relented his control over his life and the power he once had stripped from him from his old girlfriend, Claudia, and I was able to get back the power and control I had lost. In the beginning I had this impression he was a player for the sake of being one; but when he told me during dinner, on the rooftop, I realized he too had a past her was trying to deal with. It’s because of him, I’ve realized that in the sea of assholes, maybe there are some little pockets of diamonds. This is not me falling in love with him, or at least I don’t feel it is, but I’m gradually beginning to see humanity in men.
My phone rings, breaking through my thoughts. Ren. Picking up the phone, I answer it.
“Good morning, Miss Bradford.” His deep baritone hits me right in my core. I’m a sucker for a deep voice, and his is like no other.
“Good evening, Mr. Hattori.”
“Have you opened up your present yet?” he asks.
“Not yet. Hang on.” I put him on speaker, placing the phone on the bed and carefully unwrap the gorgeously wrapped present. Aiya probably did this. Inside is a pearl-colored box. “Why, Mr. Hattori, whatever could you have gotten me?” I ask playfully.
“Don’t ask questions,” he orders.
I lift the lid of the box and laugh at the contents sitting snugly inside the tissue paper. “Well, it’s about time. It took you months to replace the vibrator you broke? I’m afraid you’re a little late though. I went ahead and replaced it myself because I was sick of having to wait for you to do it,” I say with a tsk.
“And I’m sure those things get the job done just fine, but the one I got was specially designed for you.”
“You got a vibrator made?”
Intriguing. I’ve never known anyone to go to such lengths to specially design a vibrator. I wasn’t even sure that that was a thing that could be done. Picking it up, I take in the design, which is similar to the one he broke in a fit of horniness. The only difference being, that the part that inserts into the vagina is longer and thicker than mine had been, while the part that sits on the clit is not as flat and has a rubber suction thing. I turn it around in my hands and start pressing and twisting it, attempting to figure out how to turn it on. When that becomes futile, I remove the tissue paper in the box and shake it.
Nothing.
“Um, Mr. Hattori, you seem to have forgotten one major tool.”
“I think you’ll find that I haven’t,” he says.
I look around once more and see nothing. “I think you’ll find that you have. Where is the remote?”
“It’s on your phone.”
“What do you mean, it’s on my phone?”
“Look at the last app on your phone.”
I do as instructed, flicking the screen up to get to the contents and swipe across until I reach the last page. Just as he advised, sitting there is an app called iN2M8.
“How did you do this?” I ask.
It still surprises me, the kind of things Ren can do. I’m no idiot when it comes to technology, with a pretty good grasp of computers and coding, but even I don’t know how he managed to pull off downloading an app on my phone from Japan.
“I have my ways,” he responds elusively.
“Come on. Tell me,” I beg.
“Do you really want me to go into the specifics, or would you rather test it out?” he asks. I can practically hear the devious smirk on his face.
“I have to go into the office so I’m not really in a position to get myself off right now; no matter how enticing it is.”
“Wear it into the office,” he suggests darkly.
I begin to think… no, I couldn’t possibly wear a vibrator while I’m out in public… right? Sure, ever since I’ve come back from Japan, it’s been nothing but bland fish. I’ve been chasing the kind of excitement and rush I had with Ren, but no man seems to measure up. He once told me he wanted to ruin me for all other men. I had scoffed off the rather arrogant comment. It’s ridiculous to think that a man out there can ruin someone for every other man. The only way that could ever happen was if the dick was perfectly sized, attached to a man that knew how to work it, and it had healing and wish-granting abilities.
I was very mistaken. Oh, how stupidly wrong I was. From day one, he was intent on ensuring that in
the end, he was the only one that could make me come so hard that it shattered me. He made sure that when I was with another man, the only way I could get off was by picturing him.
Selfish prick.
“Kerri?” Ren asks.
“Yes? Yes, I’m here.”
“What do you say? Are you brave enough to step into the unknown?”
“I don’t know. Taylor and I have a meeting—”
“Just remove it before you go. Just think how sexy it will be just knowing you’re finally getting the satisfaction you want and need. It’s so much hotter when you’re in public,” he responds seductively, voice going husky.
“And how do you know I’m not getting what I need?” I question.
“Because A, I’m on the other side of the world, and B, you’ve never had this vibrator before,” he responds smugly.
“You’re way too cocky for your own good,” I grumble.
“I thought I was arrogant?” he mocks.
“I thought I’d go with a different synonym. You’re so damn arrogant, you wear the insult as if it were some badge of honor.”
“You’re avoiding,” he states.
“I’m not avoiding, I’m contemplating.” I let out a deep sigh. I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this, Ren. “Fine. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye?”
“You gonna let me insert the damn thing and get to work or what? Plus,” I dip my voice low, “if I feel brave enough, I’ll even ConneKT call you so you can watch.”
Dial tone.
I chuckle. He’s way too easy. I drop the phone on the bed and pick up the vibrator, taking it to the bathroom and giving it a good wash, because only stupid people don’t clean their tools before use. Once dried I head back into my room and sit on my bed. Here goes nothing. Falling back, I lift my skirt to my belly and pull my panties down. Taking a deep breath and propping my feet up on the bed, I slowly insert the larger part of the vibrator inside me, letting out a slight whimper. God damn, even this thing is better than all the men I’ve been with since coming back. Moving it around until it sits in place, I station the smaller part so it rests on my clit. Okay, so far so good. Standing up, I move around a little. I know it’s there, but it’s not uncomfortable. Not like a thong, anyway. I’m not sure who invented the undergarment, but I’m confident it was a man. After all, no woman would ever create something with a string that sits in the crack of their ass. The only thing I want there is either a man’s face or dick. At least I know I’m getting something pleasurable out of it.
Me:
You know, if computer tech doesn’t work out for you,
you can always get into sex toys. You’d still make the same amount of money, probably more.
I smash out in a message before fixing myself up.
Ren:
Who says I’m not, already?
Me:
I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you are.
Ren:
Everything is already set up. Just press the buttons and enjoy.
I never did get the chance to try out my new toy. We’re in pre-production mode for our new season and have until the end of the week to choose all the new clients. Every year, we get thousands of applications. Our casting director sifts through all the emails and sends us the best ones that suit our image. You would be amazed by the number of fake people we have applying.
Ren has not made the whole day any easier; sending me photos of him in various poses, each one more provocative and erotic than the last. It was a digital photo flipbook of him stripping. The need to try out the new vibrator has been killing me, but without some alone time, it’s been rather difficult. I’ve been pent-up all day, driving everyone crazy with my sudden mood swings.
“What do you think this meeting is about?” Taylor asks.
“How the fuck should I know?” I snap.
“Jeez, what the hell is wrong with you today?” she asks with a frown.
“Sorry,” I apologize, sighing.
“You’ve been moody for most of the day. What’s going on?”
“Ren sent me a vibrator that can be controlled via a phone app,” I respond.
“And that makes you mad?” she asks slowly. Confusion marring her features.
“That doesn’t. What makes me mad is the series of photos he’s been sending me, which ends with him naked. Asshole is purposefully getting me all worked up.”
She giggles and shakes her head. “You two are seriously perfect for each other. This is so something you would do.”
“Well, under any other circumstance I would love it and find it funny.” I lean over in my seat so the driver can’t hear, and whisper, “I’m wearing it now.”
She rears back. “No way.”
I nod. “He somehow convinced me to wear it.” I groan. “Why did I listen to him?” I ask out loud.
“Because you liiiiike him,” Taylor teases.
“I don’t like him,” I retort.
“You really need to stop lying to yourself.” She shakes her head. “So… were you going to get yourself off at work?”
I nod. “Yeah,” I say sheepishly. “He said it would be hot to do it in public. I should never have allowed him to persuade me.”
Her shoulders move up and down as she stifles a laugh. “I’m sorry.” She eventually spits out. “Hey, if I knew you were sitting on a stick, I would have put some time aside for you to get your vibe on.” She bursts out into a laugh.
I groan and sink into the seat. “The good thing about going into the meeting is that I can’t see any more of his texts. I hope it doesn’t run for too long.”
“If it does, just switch it on.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“What? It’s not like anybody will know.”
“Oh yeah, sure, and when I scream oh God when I come, everyone will just think I’m extremely religious!” I hiss.
“Just a suggestion.” She giggles.
The cab driver pulls up to the location and I hand him some cash and exit the vehicle.
“There is no way I’m going to turn it on if the meeting runs too long,” I say as we walk into the lobby.
“Oh my God,” Taylor exclaims quietly. “What if it switches on by itself?”
I shoot her a death stare. “Don’t you even dare put that out in the universe. The last thing I need is for my first time using it to be in the middle of an important meeting with the executives.”
“You should be fine. Ren is a genius in his industry. There’s no way he would give you a faulty product,” she assures me as we reach the small boardroom where the executives are.
Our main contact at the company, Marvin, sees us immediately and jumps up from his seat, shuffling to the door. “Kerri, Taylor! So good to see you again,” Marvin exclaims with open arms. He gives us both a friendly hug and a handshake. “Please sit down. We have some very exciting things to discuss.”
“Hello, Mr. Daniels. It’s good to see you again as well,” I greet him.
Taylor and I take our seats next to each other while saying hello to the other two executives from the network, Henry Jones and Marsha Radman.
“Firstly, I should welcome you back from Japan. How was it?” Marvin asks.
“It was wonderful. We had an amazing experience and ABS was great to work with,” Taylor says.
“I’m glad. I’ve known them for some time, they’re good guys. It’s why I agreed to them discussing the special with your agent,” he says glowingly.
“Thank you so much for greenlight…”
I jerk suddenly as a vibration shoots straight through me.
Oh shit…
Moving slowly up along my walls and caressing my clit in the most sensuous way, I freak out and glare at Taylor. She looks back at me, mouthing, “Are you okay?” With gritted teeth, I motion to my crotch with my eyes, and her mouth drops.
“You bitch,” I mouth at her. As far as I’m concerned this is her doing. If she hadn’t of put it going off on i
ts own out there into the world, then this damn thing wouldn’t have broken on me.
The vibration is on the lowest setting, but with the pent-up frustration I’ve been sporting all day, it doesn’t help my cause and has me aching for more.
“Are you okay, Miss Bradford?” Marvin asks, concern etched on his face. He goes to stand and I hold my hand up to stop him, instinctively squeezing my legs to stop the vibration from working its magic on my clit.
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” I force out with as much conviction as I can muster while the vibrator sets me on an embarrassing journey of arousal as it kicks up another notch.
He gives me an odd look but continues with his discussion about how studies show that matchmakers and makeover shows are extremely popular, but they’ve seen how much more people tend to love ours. I curse Ren for getting me this wretched thing. Note to self, murder Ren. Hattori. I squeeze my legs tighter, the overwhelming sensations flooding through me, a moan caught in my throat as I struggle to force it back down. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, attempting to control my breathing and keep my face straight. The last thing I need is to give away that I’m on one hell of a ride from a defective vibrator.
Just when I think I have everything under control, a new stream of sensations come through. I dig my nails into the cushion of the chair, and I’m sure I’ve punctured it. Wave after wave of pleasure threatens to expose me as some bar-like thing moves up and down inside the vibrator part inserted in me, while little balls simultaneously move around in a spiral pattern. Little whimpers escape me, and Marsha looks over at me. I slap on the brightest and biggest smile I can, which I’m sure comes out as looking like Pennywise from IT, by the way she’s staring at me. The rubber suction secured on my clit seems to have this little ball inside it that rolls over my clit back and forth, and between what’s happening inside of me and on me, I’m two seconds from coming the hardest I ever have from a vibrator. I look over to Taylor, and with my eyes, beg her to find my phone and switch it off.