But sleep turns out to be as impossible as distracting myself with a shower. I toss and turn under the sheets, unable to get him out of my mind. I hate him for putting me in this position. I hate him for using me just to get back at my father.
Even more, I hate him for lingering in my head.
The steady pulse between my thighs continues to build, undeniable, impossible to ignore. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I slide my hand down my thigh … Then pause, remembering what I found under the covers. I'm sure he left it here. A taunt. He knew he'd be leaving me wanting-now he wants me to prove it.
Screw him.
Exactly, thinks a dry, sarcastic part of my mind, as I open the side drawer and pull out the vibrator. I may not have used one before, but it's not exactly hard to figure out. I switch it on and slide my panties down my thighs. I run the vibrator up my inner thigh, toward my aching clit. I'm already so worked up that I can't stand to draw this out-I just need to get off, and then I can stop thinking about Farrow.
The vibrator touches my clit, and my whole body stiffens against the sheets, my lips parting in a gasp as the intense pressure rockets through me. I arch my hips, barely able to keep myself from moaning, especially when the mental image of Farrow rears up again. His muscular body pressed against mine, those cold, dangerous eyes boring through me.
When I open my eyes, for a moment I think I'm dreaming. But then I gasp and drop the vibrator because he's there. Standing beside my bed, a smirk on his face.
"You're naughty for a virgin," he comments, leaning against the wall, lazily taking in my private moment.
"You said I had free range here," I snap. "I didn't realize that meant you'd be stopping by whenever you wanted as well." I pick up the vibrator, pretending nonchalance, and switch it off.
His hand closes over mine, strong as ever. He traps my finger against the off switch. Presses down until the egg switches back on, buzzing in my palm. "I told you when I brought you here, Pamona. You are here to serve me. To please me."
He guides the vibrator back toward my pussy. I try to pull my hand away, but he pins it there, making me hold onto the vibrator as he directs its motions.
"It pleases me to watch you," he adds in a low, throaty whisper, his lips right beside my cheek.
I turn away from him, eyes shut, mouth clenched in a hard line. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how turned on I am right now. How much I want this.
He runs the vibrator across my mound, sending jolts through my spine, all the way down to my toes. He lowers it, tracing my pussy lips, and I tense, expecting him to push it inside me. He parts my lips with his fingers, runs the egg along my slit. I'm already soaking wet, and he smirks as the egg slides easily along my slit, back and forth, both of our hands moving with it.
"You want to come for me, don't you, my sweet little virgin?"
I grit my teeth and shake my head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." He slides the egg higher. The very edge of it skims my clit, and I can't help gasping, my hips bucking against the bed. "Did you say you don't want to come?"
"I … " I scowl and clamp my mouth shut.
"You're going to need to tell me if you want me to stop." He circles my clit with the vibrator, and just that motion, so close to my swollen, aching clit, makes me shake with desire. I can't control my body, can't keep my hand from clutching his or my lips from parting as I start to pant. "From my view, it looks like this naughty little virgin wants me to make her come harder than she ever has before. What do you think?"
"N … " But I can't make myself do it. I can't say no, not when I'm this fucking turned on. Not when I want the release more than anything. "I … Fuck." I open my eyes and find him laughing, eyes glittering with triumph.
But he doesn't wait for any more response than that. He presses the vibrator directly onto my clit, and I cry out at the intensity. He applies more pressure than I would, pins me down against the bed, and my clit was already so sensitive, the pleasure now is so sharp it almost crosses over into pain. It only takes a few seconds for me to start writhing beneath his hand, the ecstasy building rapidly. Within a minute, I'm screaming out loud as I fall over the edge into an orgasm, colors sparking behind my closed eyes as my whole body shakes with the force of it.
But when I sink back against the bed, he keeps the vibrator in place, circling it against my clit.
"Wait," I gasp, trying to move, to wriggle out from beneath him.
But his eyes have that cold, hard look in them again, and he pins me to the bed with his other hand, keeping the vibrator pushed against my clit. It hurts this time, it's so intense, but there's pleasure in the pain, a building pressure all over again.
"Fuck," I hiss, teeth clenched. I'm already rising toward another orgasm, and he is relentless, twisting the vibrator against my clit until the pressure becomes too much. I cry out again, a long wordless shout, as I come for a second time.
He makes me come twice more before he finally relents and lifts the vibrator off of me. I'm covered in sweat, my body limp from the orgasms, my pussy numb from the intensity of them.
I turn my head to find him watching me still. Now that I've recovered enough to pay attention, I glance toward him, and through his jeans, and in the dim light of this room, I can see the bulge in his pants, his cock straining against the zipper.
Does he want me as much as I want him? I wonder.
When I glance up again, he's followed my gaze, and a smirk appears on his mouth. "Enjoying the view?"
"Not much of a view," I reply with a sniff.
His smile widens. "We can make it one." He reaches for his zipper. "It's okay, Pamona. You can admit that you want to see my cock."
I swallow hard. Lick my lips. Part them, in order to deny it, to tell him to leave. But the words die on my lips.
Because frankly, he's seen me exposed. Explored my body. It seems only fair I should get to see his, too.
I don't give him the satisfaction of actually answering, but he can see the curiosity on my face anyway. He undoes his zipper, pulls his jeans open. When he draws his cock out, I can't help it-my eyes widen, and I lean a little closer, curiosity overwhelming my urge to seem unimpressed.
Because that's a lie.
I didn't think seeing his cock would turn me on so much, but it does. My belly clenches as I study his length, the long, thick shaft, the veins that run along the sides, the thick head that's swollen with desire right now. I swallow sharply, imagining the way he would feel inside me, the way I would stretch and ache to fit him.
Would he even fit?
I shake my head. Stop thinking about it, Pamona. It's never going to happen. Not with him.
But still. I can't help enjoying the view.
"I told you, Pamona," he says, drawing my attention back to his face. He's studying mine, as if trying to read me. I wonder what he sees in my eyes. If mine are as cold as his icy blue ones seem now. "I'm not going to make you do anything. I won't take you until you beg me to."
It might be easier if you just took me, I think, before I bite my lip and force that thought away. At least if I was forced, I wouldn't have any say in it. I could just dismiss these confusing feelings, the conflicting desires I'm feeling. But since it's my choice …
I can't help wondering if I might give in eventually. It's only been one night and he already makes me hot as hell. How can I possibly take a whole month of this torture?
I swallow again because Farrow has wrapped his fist around his cock, and after making sure I'm still watching, he starts to stroke himself, slowly. I blink, confused and conflicted by how much it turns me on. Watching him jerk off, and knowing that I'm the reason he's rock hard, the reason he needs to get off. He's turned on by me and that is hot.
Then I shake myself back to my senses. I can't let him see that I'm enjoying this. I roll away, turning my head toward the wall. But Farrow grabs my shoulders and rolls me back over. Grips the back of my hair, pinning my head in place.
"Watch me," he says. "Watch how I come thinking about your sexy little virgin body."
I grimace and tug at his grip, but he holds me still, his hand gripping so hard it hurts. "This feels like forcing me," I point out, scowling up at him.
He laughs, low and dark. "I'm just holding you here. Letting you look. You could close your eyes, Pamona. Or … " He starts to speed up, his fist pumping harder and stronger along his cock. "You could touch my cock, if you want." He shrugs, like it doesn't make a difference, but I can see the way he tenses, his breath hitching at the thought of me touching him. "It's your choice to resist," he adds, his voice going even deeper as he jerks off faster, faster. "Or are you scared that just touching my cock will turn you into a slut?"