He pulled the side of her black lace panties, tugging them away from her leg. “Tomorrow I’m taking you lingerie shopping. That’s a promise,” he said, and then sliced the panties neatly, and tugged the ripped fabric to the side, exposing her wet pussy to him. She followed his gaze downward.

She was glistening for him.

He shut his eyes briefly and rubbed the outline of his cock in his pants. She ached. Watching him touch himself after he came moments ago thrilled her. This might just be sex, they might only be playmates, but hell, she had him. He was aroused to no end by her, and that knowledge turned her into an inferno. Her skin sizzled and she dipped a hand between her legs.

He opened his eyes, and they blazed darkly at her.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said, and handed her the toy. “Fuck yourself. I want to watch you masturbate on my desk. I want to see the sexiest woman I’ve ever known make herself come on the desk where I approved this product,” he said, hitting the on switch, rubbing the head once through her wet lips, and then handing it to her.

“Jack,” she moaned.

“Are you embarrassed to show me how you fuck yourself?”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, her voice strong. “I would never be embarrassed. I love to masturbate.”

He breathed out hard, and she saw the outline of his dick grow. “God, that’s so fucking hot. I want to see you love yourself. Show me how you love your own body with something I made,” he commanded, and she rubbed the purple head against her damp, throbbing center. Her breath fled her chest. The intensity of the vibration spread quickly, rippling through her body from the rabbit.

“No, I want it in you. Put it all the way in. Rub your clit. Fuck your pussy. Show me how it works on the woman I want,” he said, pressing his palms on the desk, his body next to hers as she rubbed the rabbit’s ears against her clitoris, then in one slick motion, slid the shaft inside her. Her inner walls clenched against the device, and her eyes floated closed as she began to work it inside her. She heard him panting, and groaning, and then out of nowhere came a sharp sting as he tugged on the nipple clamps, both at the same time. The pain shot through her, careening through her bloodstream, but instead of hurting, it hurt so good. It was like wildfire, raging and out of control as it ran rampant in her body. In and out, she thrust The Wild One, the shaft filling her, the head of it touching her deep inside her pussy, the rabbit’s ears vibrating her into the fevered frenzy she often sought.

“Do you love fucking yourself?” he asked, flicking on the red hearts on her nipples.

“Yes,” she panted.