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giving me exactly what I needed right now. I didn’t need to screw this up with my special brand of crazy.
“I want them,” he said.
“You want what?”
“Your orgasms.”
I rose from my comfortable spot and peered down at him. His dark eyes were intense as they peered back at me. “You just gave me what will likely be the biggest orgasm of my entire life. Probably the biggest orgasm of a lot of women’s lives.”
Owl stared back at me. There was something in his gaze that should have unsettled me, something dark and indefinable. Instead, of backing away with caution, I poked it with a stick.
“Explain what you mean,” I said.
“You come for no one but me. Do you understand, Shakira?”
I tried to make sense of his words. I already didn’t come for anyone but him. He was my tour guide into the Land of Orgasm and I didn’t see anyone else around for miles. “You mean you want to be the only guy in my bed?”
“You can fuck other guys if you want,” he clarified. “But you will not come for them. You will not have an orgasm while they are inside of you or while they’re touching you. Only with me.”
Yeah, I really didn’t understand how that was different from the status quo? “Do you get to fuck other women and come for them?”
Owl thought on that for a second. “I won’t come for anyone but you.”
The concession shocked me. But it wasn’t enough. “If I agree to this, to only come for you, I don’t want you to make anyone else come either.”
He frowned as though it were an absurd condition. But instead of saying no outright, he pursed his lips and thought it over.
My heartbeat so hard in my chest I thought it was trying to punch me from the inside out for ruining the good thing my vagina had going on. I was ready to concede, to agree to let him fuck other women so long as he kept coming back and making me come every night.
But then he said, “Deal.” He gave me a peck on the cheek and then stood and straightened his clothes. He tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants.
“What do you mean deal?” I said.
“I won’t make any other woman come but you. I won’t come for anyone but you. In exchange, your orgasms belong to me. You don’t come for anyone else, and that includes by your own hand.”
I felt more rattled at this change of events than when he stuck his tongue up my ass.
“Now, you’re my girl,” he winked at me with a smile.
My heart leaped at the words. My heart grew hands and grabbed the statement with everything in it. “I told you, when you say things like that, it messes with my head.”
Owl shrugged. “They ’ re just words; my girl, my man. You can have them if you want them.”
“What are you saying, Owl? You need to be real clear with me right now.”
He shrugged again, not quite meeting my eyes. “I have what I want from you; your orgasms. You can have those words if they’re that important to you. You can call me your boyfriend.”
He picked up the vibrator from my nightstand. “Remember to use this on yourself tonight. Set it to medium this time, seven minutes now. You are not allowed to come while you use it. If you come, I’ll know.”
Owl set the vibe back on the dresser. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he bent down and kissed my lips. “I’ll be back tomorrow night. Don’t forget to work out my pussy. I want it throbbing by the time I come back to visit it.”
He was out the door before my mind could form a coherent thought. What the hell had I agreed to?
Chapter Ten
“Ellie, wait up.”
After looking down at my watch, I realized that there was no way I’d make the bus across town. I’d spent a little extra time with the vibe exercises Owl had prescribed for me this evening.
For the past few days the vibe was the first thing I reached for when I woke up. In a way, it was like reaching for Owl, who never stayed over. He’d let me rest on his chest in that space between his pecs that seemed as though it was
“I want them,” he said.
“You want what?”
“Your orgasms.”
I rose from my comfortable spot and peered down at him. His dark eyes were intense as they peered back at me. “You just gave me what will likely be the biggest orgasm of my entire life. Probably the biggest orgasm of a lot of women’s lives.”
Owl stared back at me. There was something in his gaze that should have unsettled me, something dark and indefinable. Instead, of backing away with caution, I poked it with a stick.
“Explain what you mean,” I said.
“You come for no one but me. Do you understand, Shakira?”
I tried to make sense of his words. I already didn’t come for anyone but him. He was my tour guide into the Land of Orgasm and I didn’t see anyone else around for miles. “You mean you want to be the only guy in my bed?”
“You can fuck other guys if you want,” he clarified. “But you will not come for them. You will not have an orgasm while they are inside of you or while they’re touching you. Only with me.”
Yeah, I really didn’t understand how that was different from the status quo? “Do you get to fuck other women and come for them?”
Owl thought on that for a second. “I won’t come for anyone but you.”
The concession shocked me. But it wasn’t enough. “If I agree to this, to only come for you, I don’t want you to make anyone else come either.”
He frowned as though it were an absurd condition. But instead of saying no outright, he pursed his lips and thought it over.
My heartbeat so hard in my chest I thought it was trying to punch me from the inside out for ruining the good thing my vagina had going on. I was ready to concede, to agree to let him fuck other women so long as he kept coming back and making me come every night.
But then he said, “Deal.” He gave me a peck on the cheek and then stood and straightened his clothes. He tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants.
“What do you mean deal?” I said.
“I won’t make any other woman come but you. I won’t come for anyone but you. In exchange, your orgasms belong to me. You don’t come for anyone else, and that includes by your own hand.”
I felt more rattled at this change of events than when he stuck his tongue up my ass.
“Now, you’re my girl,” he winked at me with a smile.
My heart leaped at the words. My heart grew hands and grabbed the statement with everything in it. “I told you, when you say things like that, it messes with my head.”
Owl shrugged. “They ’ re just words; my girl, my man. You can have them if you want them.”
“What are you saying, Owl? You need to be real clear with me right now.”
He shrugged again, not quite meeting my eyes. “I have what I want from you; your orgasms. You can have those words if they’re that important to you. You can call me your boyfriend.”
He picked up the vibrator from my nightstand. “Remember to use this on yourself tonight. Set it to medium this time, seven minutes now. You are not allowed to come while you use it. If you come, I’ll know.”
Owl set the vibe back on the dresser. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he bent down and kissed my lips. “I’ll be back tomorrow night. Don’t forget to work out my pussy. I want it throbbing by the time I come back to visit it.”
He was out the door before my mind could form a coherent thought. What the hell had I agreed to?
Chapter Ten
“Ellie, wait up.”
After looking down at my watch, I realized that there was no way I’d make the bus across town. I’d spent a little extra time with the vibe exercises Owl had prescribed for me this evening.
For the past few days the vibe was the first thing I reached for when I woke up. In a way, it was like reaching for Owl, who never stayed over. He’d let me rest on his chest in that space between his pecs that seemed as though it was
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