Mr. Snowden set his laptop on the small end table, then produced the item he had retrieved from his drawer. It was a vibrator, I could tell, but it was different than most I’d seen. This one wasn’t long and thin. It was blue and pretty much looked to be folded in half, with one end quite a bit larger than the other.
“Lie down,” he said, motioning toward one end of the sofa. “Head on the pillow and spread your legs wide for me.”
I blushed at the intimate position but did as he instructed. Mr. Snowden assisted, placing one of my legs along the back of the sofa and positioning the other on the floor. Clearly, when he said spread wide, he wasn’t joking.
I watched as he lubed up the vibrator, then used his fingers to tease me for a moment.
“This is a G-spot vibrator,” he said. “It’s controlled by an app on my phone.”
Holy shit.
He smiled and it was one of those grins that said he was definitely looking forward to this.
About the time I started to moan from how good his fingers felt as they slipped in and out of my pussy, he stopped. Seconds later, he had the vibrator inserted inside me.
“Any pain?”
I shook my head. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit uncomfortable.
Mr. Snowden grabbed his phone, stabbed the screen a couple of times. The toy came to life and all thoughts of discomfort disappeared. The tremors started out slow but quickly morphed into an all-out ten-on-the-Richter-scale vibration.
“Oh, God.” I jerked as the glorious sensation had me soaring toward an orgasm.
It stopped.
I groaned my disappointment and Mr. Snowden chuckled.
“One more thing.” He headed back to his desk and got something else. When he returned, he was holding what appeared to be a small tablet. “It’s a Kindle,” he informed me. “Now you can read whatever you want, whenever you want.”
“Seriously?” I reached for it, stunned by his generosity.
“You’ve got an account, so just go to the online Kindle store and buy whatever you’d like.”
With that, Mr. Snowden sat down on the other end of the sofa and pulled his laptop into his lap.
For a second I was confused. There I was, laid out naked on his sofa with a vibrator stuffed inside me and a world of reading right at my fingertips. But it was the middle of the day and we were in the office.
“Am I supposed to read now?” I asked, feeling slightly foolish since I was at work.
“Yes. You read while I work.”
Umm. Okay.
I spent a little time searching on the e-reader until I found a book that caught my interest. It didn’t take long before I was focused solely on the words, everything fading. As with any time I found a story that captured my attention, I got lost in the fictional world, getting to know the characters when…
The vibrator came to life and I damn near threw the Kindle across the room.
Mr. Snowden chuckled as he grabbed the e-reader. “Relax, pet.”
“Well, you could warn a girl,” I said, laughing at my own reaction.
“That takes all the fun out of it.”
And clearly, he was having fun, because for the next hour, Mr. Snowden used that phone app to control the vibrator, turning it on and off. Sometimes on low, other times on high, sometimes for several minutes, other times for only a few seconds.
I was quickly growing agitated as my near-climax was constantly yanked out of reach. Needless to say, I was no longer able to focus on my reading material. Not when I was anticipating the next shockwaves to shatter my peace of mind.
“Mr. Snowden,” I pleaded when he turned it on again.
“Yes, precious?”
“Can I please come?”
His eyes slid over me for a few seconds before he shook his head and turned off the toy. “Not yet.”
I once again groaned my disappointment and he merely chuckled.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed between then and when he finally ramped that bad boy up to high. My arousal shot from zero to sixty in less than a second and I grabbed for the cushion as I dropped the Kindle onto the floor.
“You may come, precious,” he said roughly, his full attention on me.
My back bowed and my orgasm ripped through me. Unfortunately, Mr. Snowden wasn’t satisfied with only one, because he left the vibrator on high until I’d come at least three times, my muscles locked up from the constant tension in my womb.
When he finally turned it off, I relaxed, my breaths rushing in and out of my lungs. I was so overwhelmed I wasn’t even embarrassed as he pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and disappeared into the bathroom in his office.
“What do you say to me?” he asked when he returned.
I smiled up at him dreamily. “Thank you, Mr. Snowden. Thank you for the multiple orgasms.”
