“Pretty good,” she replies. Her hair is in a ponytail and she wears a Cal hoodie.

“How long you been working on it?”

“Since dinner. Hey, you think you could get me the recipe for that rice and mango dessert? I’d love to make it for my roommates.”

“Sure. But you got to use the wand first.”

She purses her lips. “I share a room.”

“Not at the moment. Amy’s here at the club.”

“Already?”

“Yep.”

“I thought she’d stop by here first.”

“So I think it’s time for a wand break.”

She hesitates.

“Where’s the wand?” I ask.

Her cheeks turn color. I love the way she blushes.

“In the closet,” she answers.

“Get it.”

After a brief pause, she goes to close her bedroom door first, then retrieves the box with the wand.

I put my arms over the back of the sofa and settle into the leather upholstery. “What are you wearing besides a hoodie?”

“Baggy sweats.”

Not the sexiest thing but functional for my purposes.

“Take the wand out and put it in your sweats,” I instruct.

“You want me to do all this in front of you? I thought I was going to report back to you after I was done using it.”

“You missed your window.”

She glares at me. “I wasn’t aware I had a time limit.”

“Now you know. Like I said, you can do it. Or you can wait for me to come over and jam that thing between your legs for you.”

Now she scowls. I try not to laugh.

She grabs the wand from the box.

“Move your phone so I can see,” I tell her.

She pauses. “You’re not recording this or anything?”

“No. Recording shit isn’t my thing. I like my sex live—preferably in person.”

Satisfied, she holds her camera in one hand while she nestles the wand in her sweats with the other.

“Nice,” I praise. “Now turn it on.”

She turns it onto the lowest setting, then whimpers as the wand hums quietly in her sweats.

“Put the phone back so I can see your face,” I say.

Seeing the helpless pout on her features makes my cock stretch. I adjust myself. “That feel good?”

After a long pause, she answers, “Yes.”

“Are you leaving it in place or moving it around?”

“In place.”

“How fast do you think it would take you to come?”

Her brow furrows. “I don’t know.”

“Where do the vibrations feel best? On your clit? Your pussy lips?”

“Um, everywhere.”

“You want to try the next setting?”

She shakes her head.

“Try the next setting,” I direct.

She looks as if she’s struggling against something.

“Bridge, try the next setting. Don’t make me ask twice.”

“Okay. Just…”

She takes a moment, braces herself, and increases the setting. Her mouth immediately drops open. I know she wouldn’t try to trick me. Plus, I can hear the faster, louder vibration.

“Oh my God,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Hang on. Don’t come just yet.”