Page 75 of The Haunting Plot

“You already watched me.”

“True, but I only caught the tail end. I want to see it all. How you warm up. How you tease and play. How you build up to the end.”

Her breath hitches, causing her tits to heave and strain against her blouse. All it’d take is a quick flick of my wrist, and I could pop open the buttons of her top. And now that’s all I want to do.

“I don’t understand why you want to watch that.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to watch that? You’re sexy as fuck.”

She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Why would you want to watch me do that when you could do it yourself?”

The disappointment in her voice does something for my ego. This is new, this vulnerability. As much as I’d love to revel in this moment, I don’t want to scare her off, so I opt for our typical teasing. “Admit it, you wanna ride the real thing.” She shoves my chest, and I catch her hand, pulling her body flush with mine. “There’s nothing I want more than to feel your snug little cunt sink down on my length while you ride me.”

“So what’s stopping you? Need to pop a blue pill first?” The fire in her eyes as she spits her venom at me only makes my dick harder, and I thrust it against her in response.

“Does it feel like I need help in that department?”

“No,” she rasps.

I release her wrist and hook my finger under her chin, tilting her head toward mine. “I want to watch you because I’m man enough to admit that I don’t know how to make you come yet, and who better to learn from than the master? Also, I may be a bit of a masochist.”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. A buzzing fills the silence. Her head whips around, searching for the source. I trail after her as she walks into her room. She climbs onto the bed, crawling around frantically as she tosses pillows around. Her perfectly round ass is on full display, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and smack it.

“Ah-ha!” she yells as she holds up a bright pink vibrator.

A laugh escapes me. “Not the toy I wanted to watch you play with, but I’ll take it.”

She turns off the toy and tosses it on the bed beside her. Seconds later it’s buzzing again, dancing around in a Morse code of vibrations. “Sonofabitch!” she yells, holding down the power button. Once she’s certain the toy is dead, she climbs off the bed and approaches me, brandishing the vibrator like it’s a weapon meant to keep me at bay. “I know this is you.”

“That’s not me. Mine is thicker, longer, and not quite as pink.”

“Not the toy, moron.” She lunges for me, shoving her hands in my pockets as she gives me the most aggressive pat-down.

“Careful there, spitfire. You’re gonna make me come in my pants.”

She pulls back. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” I blink down at her, waiting for the punchline.

“The remote. I know you have it. That’s how you’re doing this, right?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“If this is another one of your pranks, cut it out.”

I raise my palms in defense just as the toy vibrates in her palm again. Her eyes go wide, flicking between my empty hands and the toy, and she screams and flings it onto the bed. “I swear I turned it off.”

I lean over and grab it, holding the power button until the toy stops buzzing. “Maybe it’s haunted?” The heat in her glare could start a forest fire. Fuck me, that makes my dick twitch. “It’s not me. That thing turned on when my hands were empty.”

“How else would that happen? I know it’s you. It has to be you.”

“Clearly it’s not.” I can tell she’s rattled, so I step toward her, not touching her, but getting close enough that she can feel the heat of my skin. “How can I help?”

“Just get rid of it. I don’t want it in my house anymore.”

I grab the toy, heading down the stairs and out the door. Once I toss it in the garbage bin, I hustle back to Raven’s room. “Problem solved. Now where were we?” I ask as I walk into the room. Raven has stripped down to her bra and panties and is lying on the bed. “Fuck, Raven.”

She slowly trails a hand down her abdomen and slips it into her panties. “Is this what you wanted?”