S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 10
When Chi Zaozao opened her eyes, morning light filtered through the loosely drawn curtains.
She reached for her phone to check the time. Seeing it was already ten o’clock, she gasped, “Oh!” and sat up quickly.
But as she moved, her waist and legs protested, aching from the previous night’s intensity.
Fully awake now, she noticed the man was gone. At the bedside, he had thoughtfully left a sandwich and a glass of milk.
A note read: “There’s a microwave in the room. Heat up your food before eating.”
Rubbing her hair, she realised he had washed her body and even her hair. The unfamiliar scent of his shampoo made her inexplicably fond of him.
While eating breakfast, she sent him a text: “Thanks for the breakfast.”
After a moment’s thought, she added, “See you next time.”
But before sending, she deleted the last part.
He didn’t reply. A pang of disappointment hit her, but she reasoned that he was likely busy at work.
As she tidied the room, she spotted the toy, neatly packed in its box. Her face flushed crimson, she had clim*xed so intensely with him using it last night.
It was beyond anything she had imagined.
The memory of the night’s passion, with a stranger no less, made her feel reckless.
Her body grew damp again. Breathing deeply, she inhaled his lingering scent, her legs pressing together, rubbing.
Her breathing quickened, her hand drifting to her breasts.
They weren’t large, too much for one hand to hold. As she kneaded them, she pictured his strong hands, effortlessly bringing her to surrender with little skill needed.
She let out a soft whimper, her right hand slipping downward. Unclothed, it was effortless.
Glancing around, she noticed a massage chair in the corner.
Without hesitation, she sat on it, propping her legs on the armrests.
As her fingertips teased her cl*toris, in another office, the man opened a surveillance feed, catching her on the chair, eyes half-closed with her fingers circling her sensitive spot.
He smirked, dialling her number.
The phone’s ring startled her, interrupting her pleasure.
Seeing his name on the screen, her heart raced. She answered immediately.
“Have you eaten your breakfast?” His voice came through, laced with lazy charm.
“Yes…” Her voice trembled with nerves.
He smirked, watching her on the monitor. “Are you going to work today?”
“We have flexible hours. No need to clock in.”
“So, you’re still there?” His voice rose playfully, heightening her tension.
“Yes…” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Is there a time limit for the room?”
He chuckled low. “No, but if you’re still there, I have a gift for you.”
She scanned the room, seeing nothing unusual.
“There’s a cabinet by the window. Open it. Third shelf, sixth item from the left,” he directed her confidently, eyes fixed on the screen’s little rabbit.