"We'll see," he said. "Drink your water."
She drank her water deep and he sipped at his. His stamina was remarkable. He had the sexual energy of a teenage boy and the lasting power of a man. A potent combination.
"Is this something you do often?" she asked. She sat on the bed, cross-legged like a child in school.
"Fuck?"
"No. Find women in need and turn them into whores?"
"You aren't my first. You will be my last, however." He gave her his half-drunk water bottle and she set it on the floor beside the bed. Then he laid back on the pillows, stretched out. His penis lay limp and draped on his thigh, a sleeping giant.
"Why is that?"
"I made a promise I fully intend to keep. With your assistance, of course."
"That's a very cryptic thing to say."
"I'm afraid I can't explain any better than that. I think you'll understand eventually."
"If I'm your last, I hope I'm also your best." She took a final drink of her water, finishing the bottle.
"I have no doubt you'll give me my money's worth," he said with a grin. Then he raised his hand and crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to him. She started to put her empty bottle on the floor and he shook his head. "Bring it here."
She froze, but only for a moment. He must have his money's worth.
"Lay on your back," he said. "Open up."
She did as he told her, opening her legs for him.
"Pleasure yourself with your fingers," he said. "Use both hands."
Her vulva still dripped with his semen and her labia were swollen and sensitive to the touch. With two fingers on each hand she caressed her folds as he watched, parting them, spreading them wide.
"Touch your clit," he said. "Pull back the hood."
She took a ragged breath. His eyes gleamed rapaciously as he watched her pull back the flesh to reveal the tiny knot of tissue underneath.
"Hold there," he said softly. "Don't move a single muscle."
He bent and with the tip of his tongue touched her exposed clitoris. A light touch, but it felt like a bolt of lightning shot through her from that point of contact to the base of her neck and the heels of her feet.
"Rub yourself the way you do when you're alone," he instructed. "Like you're trying to make yourself come, but don't."
She nodded and shifted her two fingers into a small V-shape, the pad of each finger on either side of her clitoris. Slowly, she made a circular motion, then an oval, pulling the hood lightly with each apex and nadir. As she did so, Malcolm picked up the water bottle and examined it. It wasn't a large bottle-only about six inches tall with a narrow neck and a round bulb of a base, a typical glass water bottle. There was no paper label on it, only paint. She'd taken off the screw cap. It was just glass, she told herself. Thick smooth glass and he was sliding it, mouth first, into the hole. She moaned as the cool glass pressed against her hot inner flesh. Smooth, so very smooth, but hard as well, unbearably hard. Thick at the base, too thick to take all the way in. And yet as she rubbed herself harder and faster, she wanted it in. Could she take it? Malcolm seemed in no hurry to force the matter. He pushed it in and then allowed her body to push it back out again. He pushed it in. Her body pushed it out. His dark eyes were trained on the sight; he looked only at her pussy and the bottle.
"I once poured wine, bottle and all, into a pretty whore's cunt and drank it out of her," he said in a low and faraway voice. "Evangeline. A freckled ginger. She was the bastard daughter of a duke."
"Did she like it?"
"She liked me. There wasn't anything she wouldn't let me do to her. One evening, I played cards with her father and beat him. I rolled up the money I won from him, slipped it in a bottle, and put the bottle in his daughter's cunt that very night. When I told her where I'd gotten the money, she laughed so hard the bottle shot out of her and shattered on the floor. Coins went everywhere. I nearly pissed myself. What a sight."
"You've had adventures, haven't you?"
"Haven't you?"
"Not until you," she said. "And probably not after you either."
"Oh, you'll have an adventure after I'm gone. I'll see to it."
"I bet you will," she said. Malcolm only smiled and forced the bottle in a little deeper. Her muscles stretched and opened to receive it. The longer she touched herself the more she wanted it. She felt a deep muscle contraction and it was so delicious she almost orgasmed right there.
"Be good," he said.
"Trying."
"This is a show," he said. "And you're putting it on for me. Entertain me, not yourself. Entertain me."