S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 6

His blunt words shattered Chi Zaozao’s composure. Yet the man’s large hand didn’t stop, probing deeper inside her.

“Hmm? Is it not your first time?” His voice carried a teasing edge, tinged with knowing amusement.

Chi Zaozao let out a muffled grunt. She wasn’t a virgin, true, but in her twenty-plus years, she had kept herself chaste, never hooking up casually. Her virginity had been broken during her first toy test; it was torn due to her inexperience.

That accident had introduced her to the thrill of penetration, sparking an insatiable passion.

“Which man did you give your first time to? A boyfriend?” His fingers delved deeper, brushing the folds of her inner walls, a smirk curling his lips. “Was it here?”

His fingertips pressed harder. Chi Zaozao whimpered, her p*ssy clenching tighter.

“Not bad,” he remarked, withdrawing his fingers. They glistened with a silvery thread of her ar*usal . He tutted twice, holding his hand near her mouth. “It’s your own mess. Licking it clean isn’t too much to ask, is it?”

She stared at his defined knuckles, then met his gaze. His narrow eyes studied her with a predatory glint.

She wanted to take his fingers in her mouth immediately, but her rational side screamed that it was too degrading. After a moment’s hesitation, she swallowed hard.

“No need to overthink it. We haven’t even started. You can leave anytime,” he said, sounding almost disappointed. He glanced at the glistening thread on his fingers, then chuckled softly.

“Fine. If you’re unsure, come back when you’ve made up your mind. I’m always here.”

Something inside Chi Zaozao snapped. As he moved to wash his hands, she seized the moment and took his finger into her mouth.

The musky taste of her ar*usal fluid spread across her tongue. The man froze briefly, then a playful glint sparked in his eyes.

“Made your choice?” His fingers stirred in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin onto the carpet.

Chi Zaozao closed her eyes, her tongue tentatively wrapping around his fingers, sucking gently.

Clumsy, he thought.

But he didn’t mind, guiding her patiently as she licked.

After a moment, he eased her off his lap, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth. “Since you’ve chosen to stay, you’ll no longer call the shots.” His earlier nonchalance vanished, his tone colder, each word flat and commanding. “Kneel properly. Let me take a good look.”

Her body trembled involuntarily as she knelt at his feet.

A wave of shame flooded her. Behind him, she noticed a full-length mirror.

In it, her dishevelled reflection stared back: her skirt had been stripped off and tossed aside, her underwear was dangling at her ankles and her face fwas lushed with unfulfilled desire.

“Look at yourself,” he said, stepping aside to stand behind her. He crouched, his hands moving to her chest, unhurriedly unbuttoning her blouse as he watched her in the mirror.

Chi Zaozao saw her body laid bare, piece by piece, her last pretences falling away.

Excitement surged within her, as if this was how it was meant to be.

He discarded her clothes and looked down at her. “Since it’s your first time, we’ll need a warm-up. I don’t know your preferences, so… I’ll help you choose.”

Under the warm light, her skin glowed pinker, his voice at her ear growing ever more seductive.

“Belt, whip, or is there something particular you’d like?” He gestured to a rack in the room, lined with various implements.

Chi Zaozao took a deep breath, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Whip.”