4

Aurora 

I looked down at the toy in my hand and nibbled on my lower lip. It has been a while since I'd used it, and I blamed it on that selfish, arrogant, and heartless boss of mine. I was usually so angry and frustrated most of the time that I'd actually forgotten what it felt like to be aroused. Working a job like that gave me no time to mingle with other people, or even get someone I could just be with just for bodily pleasures because Mr. King had become such a poisonous figure in my life. I mean, I couldn't even look at most men without feeling a deep resentment deep in my stomach.

I shut my eyes and groaned. I hoped he'd roll off his bed when he woke up in the morning; and not just that, maybe he could also hit his head and fall into a coma or something.

'Too harsh, Aurora . Don't stoop to his level,' came that little innocent voice in my mind. More than I hated Mr. King was the way I hated myself for not being able to stand up for what I believed in. If I was bolder, maybe I could have put him in the place where he belonged and would have given him a piece of my mind. But no, I had to suck it all up and bend my back over for a man who didn't even have a drop of empathy running through his veins.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. But now though, I could at least get a little pleasure because of my other employer's wish.

I pushed the drawer closed and stepped quickly back to the couch where I'd dropped my phone. I didn't know what my employer would do if I stayed away too long, and I'm not ready to miss out my chance on some cool easy cash.

Something about the whole situation made me feel a bit guilty. I couldn't imagine that my parents would do if they knew what their daughter was up to all in the name of making some money. If they had stuck around with me, maybe things wouldn’t have gotten to the extent they were. It was too late for apologies now though, I'd found myself here, and I would please this employer as much as I could until I made enough money to give Alexander and his company the middle finger.

When I adjusted myself on the couch once again, he hadn't moved from where he was. Still though, it was kind of weird that he didn't even move; it was as though he was frozen in place for the past two minutes that I'd been gone.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. It's just that I haven't used one of these in so long," I added a nervous laugh at the end to at least seem more genuine.

The employer didn't speak, and it was kind of a bummer that I couldn't even get just a glimpse of his face. Sure, I knew that the users of this app had to remain anonymous for the sake of their own safety and even reputation, but just getting a little look at the angles of his jawline wouldn't have been so bad.

Sensing the atmosphere turn a little awkward, I showed him the purple toy that resembled a small cucumber. When I'd been buying it, I'd chosen something smaller than most of the engorged toys there because I still had a phobia of getting ripped apart from using something too large. I had nearly bitten my tongue off when I saw the price, which had been on the expensive side because it also happened to have a vibrating mechanism. Still, I liked its shape, so I eagerly paid the amount needed for it.

The man behind the screen sucked in a breath, and I watched as his wide chest rose and fell. I had no doubt within me that this man was definitely ripped with muscles. If his body could have been so enticing with a robe on, how much better would he have looked completely naked?

The thought alone was enough to send a shiver running down my spine and straight into my lower belly.

I ran my finger over the toy, imagining that it was his phallus that I was teasing. I looked straight into the camera, locking eyes with his form though my mask. I'd have preferred it if I could have actually seen his eyes, but then one can't have everything.

"Tell me what you want me to do," I whispered hoarsely. I didn't mean to, but I could already feel myself getting all hot and bothered down there. I longed to just pleasure myself until my mind was full of nothing but ecstasy.

He took another breath again, as though trying so hard to keep himself in check. From what I could see, his robe had formed a tent where his third leg pressed against the fabric, excited to finally be getting some action. The man didn't touch it though, in fact, he didn't even pay attention to it.

Because all his attention was on me.

"I need you, to pleasure yourself with it," he said, gesturing to the toy in my hand. "Do to yourself what you wish I would do to you."

Hmm. What a bold assumption that I even wanted him to do anything to me, but I couldn't lie to myself that I'd been daydreaming about him and his hot body ever since our first call. Maybe that was why my boss at work had even been harder on me that week.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command." I spread my legs and leaned back into the couch so that he could see every part of me better. I placed my head back on the couch's headrest so that I wouldn't exactly have had to look into his eyes.

Even if I was doing this by my own will, moments of surprise still came to me. Moments where I'd ask myself, 'how did you get yourself here, Aurora ?' I didn't want the employer to see those looks on my face, in case it took off points from me.

I bit on my lower lip and switched on the toy, and then proceeded to gently run it over my body. He hadn't asked me to take off the robe I was wearing, so I left it on, opting to open it up to expose my breasts a little.

My nipples instantly hardened from the cold air swirling around my room. The air conditioner had been kind of faulty lately, and the landlord hadn't bothered to call over an electrician to check it out. I'd have called one myself, but I left home very early and came back really late on weekdays, and the electrician didn't work on weekends. So now I had to grin and bear it until I had a day off and could see to it myself that it was fixed.

The vibrations coming from the toy tickled my skin, and I let out a small sigh. I glanced over to my audience, who was as stiff as a rock where he was seated. I thought that by now he'd probably have started pleasuring himself as well, but apparently he was full of surprises.

Or maybe I wasn't doing enough.

I placed the toy over my nipples, moaning softly as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure running throughout my body. With my free hand, I reached over to my lace panties and gently ran two fingers over the front. It was already slick. With a sigh, I gently pressed into it, curling my toes when the pleasure got intense.

I continued using the toy to tease my nipples, loving the sensation so much that I almost forgot how thin the walls of my apartment room were when a strangled, loud moan escaped my lips.

The employer's tent jerked, and I could see a dark spot forming where his member was pressed against the royal blue robe. Still though, he didn't touch it. Just how strong was this man's self-restraint?

"Put it inside you, now," he finally said. His voice was almost like a growl, and the tone of it sent even more streams of pleasure running through my body.

I swallowed, breathing softly through my mouth. My whole body already felt like it was on fire, so I didn’t hesitate, and brought the toy over to my not-so-secret spot. I used the vibrations to tease myself first, and closed my eyes to savor the feel of it all.

"How does it feel?" he asked. The question was soft, almost in the manner one would ask a lover.

"G-Good. It feels really good," I responded, rubbing the toy against my swollen nub through the fabric of my panties.

"But it'll be better if you put it in, won't it?"

I nodded, too high on pleasure to say anything.

"Then, put it in, angel."

The use of the word 'angel,' was enough to drive me to the brink, but I held on for just a little longer. I imagined that instead of the toy in my hand, it was actually him pressing into me, and filling me up.

I pulled my damp panties to the side, exposing all to him. I rubbed the toy against myself a couple of times, relishing the direct contact for a short while, before sinking the toy deep into me.

"Shit," my partner said, and faintly, in that moment, it reminded me of Mr. King cursing in his office.