S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 9
When Chi Zaozao saw the man toying with the small box, she wanted nothing more than to snatch it from him.
“How come you brought your own toy, truly unexpected?” He opened the box, revealing the pink dildo, and chuckled softly. “Into these, are you? It seems like I haven’t satisfied you yet.”
She swallowed hard, sensing danger in his gaze. The next moment, she bolted for the bathroom, only to find the door had no lock.
His strength far surpassed hers. He pushed the glass door open effortlessly, smirking at the flustered little rabbit before him.
“So, you like it this way? Fine, this works too.”
As he spoke, her eyes darted to his crotch, where his recently spent member stood erect again.
“Let’s try this thing out,” he said, shaking the pink toy. He rinsed it with the disinfectant from the sink, then with water, before flashing her a satisfied grin.
Chi Zaozao crouched in the corner, but he swiftly pulled her up, pinning her against the wall.
The cold wall made her whip-marked back itch. She imagined how he’d use the toy in his hand to penetrate her p*ssy…Her body was already soaked.
He reached down, intending to ease her into it, only to find her drenched with ar*usal fluid.
“Looks like you do enjoy this,” he teased, his fingertips scooping up her moisture, rubbing her cl*t, alternating between gentle pinches and light flicks, coaxing a shuddering spurt of juices.
Satisfied, he grazed the toy’s tip against her sensitive folds.
Chi Zaozao squirmed, her heart itching with desire, softly humming, begging him to hurry.
He remained unmoved, proceeding at his own pace.
The toy’s vibration mode activated, suddenly cranked to its highest setting. As it pressed against her cl*toris, she cried out, a gush of clear liquid erupting from her.
“Hah… hah…” She trembled, still reeling from the vibration’s aftershock.
Without hesitation, he inserted the toy into her p*ssy, pushing it to her deepest point, switching to a lower vibration setting, and activating its inflation feature.
A swelling fullness spread to her abdomen. She glanced down at her slightly distended belly, feeling as though she were months pregnant.
She had never seen it this much inflated.
“Enough… enough…” She felt discomfort, the vibrations stimulating every sensitive spot, intensifying the sensation. Fresh from clim*x, her skin was hypersensitive, a feeling she’d never experienced. Her legs weakened.
Her body slid downward, but he caught her in his arms, showering her lips, neck, collarbone, and down to her breasts with a flurry of kisses.
“No… stop…”
He nodded, switching off the toy’s vibration.
The moment it stopped, she exhaled in relief, but a deeper emptiness surged, leaving her restless.
“Want it?” He toyed with the remote in one hand, steadying her with the other to keep her from slipping.
She understood his game. In this moment of torment, he wanted her to acknowledge her place: she was merely the one being played, while he, the one with the remote, held the power to send her soaring or crashing.
“Master, your slave wants it. Please…” She savoured this sense of being controlled, wanting to embrace it fully.
The toy roared to its maximum setting, his fingertips rapidly teasing her cl*toris.
Her body moved uncontrollably, her hands clutching his shoulders like a drowning person grasping for air. In an instant, she collapsed into his arms again.