S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 13
Two minutes wasn’t long, but as Chi Zaozao neared her destination, every step felt torturous.
She moved forward, the toys were silent and she waited for their next burst.
Seizing the moment, she hurried toward the building.
Five steps… four… three… two…
As she took the final step and pushed open the door, the toys sprang to life, their maximum intensity forcing her mouth open in a silent gasp. Beads of sweat on her forehead drew curious glances.
“Turn left. There’s a staff staircase,” the man directed through the phone.
She nearly sobbed, taking two steps out of sight before a strong hand pulled her into a corner.
Startled, she turned to see him, the man from the call. Her body relaxed instinctively. He drew her into his arms, feeling her tremble, and gently stroked her hair. “You did well. This is your reward.” With that, his phone screen showed all three toys hitting maximum.
“Ah!” Unable to hold back, her legs shook uncontrollably.
It was her first time clim*xing in public.
Each new sensation marked a first, sparking sudden inspiration.
“Let’s go somewhere,” he said.
Caught off guard, she yelped, “Oh!” as he lifted her, her arms wrapping around his neck. For the first time, she noticed he wore no mask. His face was striking, but his sapphire-like eyes, narrowed seductively, captivated her the most, and locking onto hers.
They seemed to block out the world until…
“Good morning, Mr. Xie.”
“Mr. Xie.”
Greetings echoed around her. She realised they had entered the top-floor office of the shopping centre.
“Put me down…” she squirmed, trying to break free.
“Don’t move. Your skirt’s soaked. Do you want everyone to see you like this?”
His words stilled her. As the office door closed, he smirked playfully. “Now you’re in my hands.”
Her body trembled, uncertain of what he planned next.
He carried her into an adjacent room, locking the door.
The room was pristine, decorated in shades of grey, from light to dark, orderly yet oppressive to Chi Zaozao.
The source of that unease was clear: whips and props hung casually on a rack.
“Strip and kneel,” he commanded.
She froze, sensing the danger in his aura, and quickly complied.
Exhausted from her earlier ordeal, her body felt limp, her hands clumsy.
He scoffed lightly. “Can’t even undress yourself? Did you get worn out from just one round?”
She rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking, If you’re so great, then you do it. But she didn’t dare say it.
Her hands kept moving, her strength slowly returning. She shed her clothes, leaving only the three toys. Hesitating, she looked to him. He gestured for her to kneel beside him.
Watching him select a soft whip from the rack, her heart skipped. She knelt obediently at his feet.