“I know!” he beams. “Think how many more years I have on this earth to play with them! Can you imagine how many other thirty-six-years-old guys wish they had this many gadgets?”
“They’re toys.”
He shakes his head and walks over to the display cabinet. “Look at this.” He reaches for a little contraption that he points at a nearby sheet of paper. There’s a click and today’s date is stamped in the corner. He presses a different button and points. The time appears.
I’m impressed. I take it from him, turning it over in my hand. If I didn’t know what it was, I would just think it was a normal ink stamp. “That’s ingenious.”
“And you can’t tamper with the date. That’s the tech we’ve been trying to perfect. Everyone thinks everything is digital these days. It’s not. We’re hoping to launch in four months,” he says with a conspiratorial grin and presses a finger to his lips. “Baxter holds the patent.”
“You’re going to make a fortune.” I shake my head, in awe of the collection that he has here. “What is all this, though, really, Matthias?”
He shrugs and touches his finger to something that looks like a pad of paper, but when he touches it, it comes to life. “I like innovation. I like people who think out of the box. I like solving problems.” “And you like making money off it,” I say wryly, then worry he’ll take offense.
“Guilty,” he admits, “but that’s not it. I like things that help people in their lives, and I like it even better when the design is both beautiful and functional. A cross section of necessity and beauty.” “That’s…. actually… deeper than I’m going to give you credit for,” I laugh and he pulls an offended face.
But it’s true. If I keep scratching, I can’t help wondering what I might find under that exterior.
A phone buzzes and for a moment I freeze, wondering if it’s mine, but he just looks at his Apple Watch and then grimaces.
“You should get some sleep; Paula wants to talk to us at one p. m. Is that okay with you?”
I tell him yes, and he sends her a voice memo. “I’m having her come here. I think I’m going to work from home this morning. Someone tired me out last night.”
Before we leave, he goes over to his desk drawer and pulls something out. It’s long with something that looks like a claw on one end.
“What in all that is good and holy is that?”
He grins and pulls on the end, and the handle pulls out, like a telescope. He reaches it behind his back and starts dragging up and down over his skin. “Oh yeah, that’s the spot. It’s a backscratcher. This isn’t one of my fancy toys. Kylian bought a bunch at a market and gave one to each of us. It might actually be my favorite of all my gadgets. That’s why she gets to sit at my desk.”
“‘She?'” I ask, eyeing the stick when he pushes down on the end to compact it again.
“Aw, now, don’t get jealous, she’s just a hand. One that brings me great joy, but a hand, all the same. Maybe if you two spend some time together, you could bond over which one of you has a hand that brings me more pleasure.”
“It’s a hand that’s going to be found giving you a prostate exam in a minute.”
His laugh echoes through the house as he leads me to his bedroom. His hand feels warmer on the small of my back by the second and when he falls into step behind me, his face in the crook of my neck, my insides melt into a puddle.
“Your skin is so soft, darling,” he murmurs, leading me over to his bed.
Pulling the sheet back, he sits me down on the bed and lifts my legs up onto the mattress. The bed dips as he climbs over me. For a moment I wonder if he’s going to lay on top of me, but then he rolls over into the bed on the other side.
Propped up on one elbow, he lowers his head down onto mine, kissing me, softly at first, then it grows deeper, more urgent. One hand tugs at my silk belt; I’d just put the robe back on after my bath. I liked the way it felt against me, almost like I was wearing nothing at all.
As the robe slides off my torso, he pulls away to gaze at me.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Like a marble statue of Venus.”
A low growl rumbles through his body as he nuzzles his face between my breasts, his hand sliding down my body, covering every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps.
“Spread your legs for me, darling,” he whispers into my ear, and my legs move apart, making room.
“Good girl. You like how I make you come, don’t you?” His fingers dance between my legs, barely touching me, making my back arch for him. “You like me playing with this sweet little pussy, don’t you?”
His words play with all sense and reasoning in my head. We shouldn’t be doing this again. We both know this shouldn’t be happening.
“Yes,” I answer, despite the warning bells in my mind. There’s nothing else to say. I want him to touch me, I want him to make me come, I want him to watch what he does to me.
A chuckle escapes his lips as he drops his mouth down over my nipple, circling it with his tongue as he slips one finger between the lips of my pussy, making me gasp. I know I’m already dripping for him, have already been anticipating this since we started walking back to the room. And I came ready. How can he do this to me with just the slightest of touches?
He teases me for a few minutes, running just the tip of his finger up and down my labia, promising to dip into my pussy but then pulling away. One time he circles my clit, slowly drawing the circles closer and closer to my clit, then moving away at the last moment, making me whimper. “Have you ever begged before, darling? Have you ever begged to be fucked before?” I shake my head, knowing my eyes must be begging in their own way.
“It’s okay, I won’t make you beg me today, I’m going to make you come soon, but one day, one day, you’re going to crawl to me, pussy dripping, eyes glistening, body trembling, begging me to fuck you so hard, you forget your name. I want you to remember that. Remember that one day you’re going to fucking be reborn on my cock.”