After I calmed down, an idea occurred to me so I removed it and went to the bathroom to take my bath. After a rushed shower, I went to bed, got under the duvet and inserted it again. I started it on the lowest speed which was 5 and it started vibrating so slowly, reminding me of Sylvester's slow moves just some two hours ago. Again, I started smelling his scent as if he was with me and I started imagining how he had his hands all over my body, kneading my nipples.
The warmth of his mouth when he picks one of my nipples or the way he breathes on my skin when he takes a bite out of my neck. I was soon in a frenzy and increased the speed to 4. It wasn't enough. Wanting the euphoric effect his fast thrust had on me this evening, I took another dare and pressed 1 again. This time, I wasn't just spasming. I was on fire. Electrons were sizzling all over my body. I have never had an orgasm so fast. The bullet over took my reasoning and controlled everything. I came so fast, I was clutching at my bed sheet and screaming into the pillow. After cumming, my body wouldn't stop jerking and it took some time for me to remember that I needed to stop the device. I quickly removed it. It was covered in my juice so I grabbed some tissues from my bedside drawer and wiped it clean.
As I was going to drop it on the bedside table and call it a night, my eyes fell on a piece of paper, as big as a folded letter. Knowing I didn't put it there, I picked it up and turned it around in my hands. There was no address so I proceeded to open it.
It turned out to be a bill from my new house in New-York.
I bought the house four months ago and started paying bills already. I read through the bill and gasped. It was quite a big sum that I have been paying as a monthly maintenance fee for a house I have never lived in. But it's NewYork and the house is a 7 bedroom, all ensuite, duplex on one of the pricey beaches in the upscale part of the over hyped City as Riley calls it. But hey, what was the bill doing in my room? I wasn't the one paying for the maintenance. Mum does. I mean our lawyers see to the bills and she sees to the lawyers. She is in charge of everything administrative when it comes to the family business.
Couldn't figure out why the bill ended up in my room and my eyes were getting heavy so I placed it beside my dearest bullet and buried my head in the sheets. Next thing I knew, it was morning again but felt like I haven't slept yet. So I went under the duvet again.
"Pon pon pon!"
I have been hearing that sound for some time now but was reluctant to wake up. Honestly, I have never felt this tired and rested for a very long time. If I could have my way, I would stay in bed all day. All I have to do is pretend to be sick.
The sound of Uncle Liam's tobacco pipe on my door kept going until I felt like it was hitting my brain directly.
I struggled out of bed and went to open the door, covered in my heavy duvet.
With slitted eyes, I glared at him, thinking of a hundred and fifty things I could do to hurt him as he was hurting me at that moment.
"Lunch is in 10 minutes."
What?! Lunch? What about breakfast? What time is it?.
My eyes cleared as my mouth dropped. I didn't wait for him to walk out on me. Even though it was not intentional, a good feeling washed over me after I realized that I just banged the door in Uncle Liam's face. But I couldn't really savor that moment because Dad wanted to have lunch with me in ten minutes and it was supposed to still be morning.
I checked the time and gasped. This has never happened before. It wasn't just afternoon already, it was late in the afternoon. Who eats lunch at half past 3? My Dad of course. Whatever he wanted to say to me must be very important for him to come back home to eat lunch with me. Meaning he didn't know I was yet to start the day. Meaning that I have no excuse to be late. Unlike Mum who would overlook lateness, Dad is a grumpy one and nags about practically everything. 10 minutes was all I had to bathe, dress up and get to the dining area.
To hell with proper wash. I opened the shower on my body and allowed the water to just wet me up, turned it off and dashed into the room with a huge towel in hand. As I hurriedly dried the water off my body, I waddled into my walk-in closet and grabbed the first dress in sight. I wore it and then grabbed a comb and ran it through my hair. Thank goodness, Mum had me visit the spa on our last shopping trip. So getting the hair to behave wasn't a hard choir. I added on lipgloss and checked the time. Just 4 mins and my time would be up.
I got into a flat shoe and off I went.
As expected, Dad was already seated and reading a paper.
"Good morning… afternoon, I mean." I stuttered before briskly walking to my seat and sinking into it.
"Hmmm'' was all the reply I got. He then rang the small bell next to him and as if on cue, Uncle Liam came in with our food. It was a simple dish of rice and soy cheese sauce and chicken broth. One of my favorites and something I usually eat when I am sick because it is easy on my stomach and medicinal.
Sick or not sick, I am always happy to eat this set of dishes so I dug in immediately.
"So how are you feeling now?', I heard my Dad say.
Was he talking to me? Maybe it is Uncle Liam who is sick, I thought to myself and kept eating.
"If you are this focused on the meal, then you must be feeling better." He continued.
Hmm?! I looked up, puzzled at his words.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked.
" Is there another person here with us?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
I turned towards the door to see if Uncle Liam was standing there but unlike when Mum is eating, he doesn't hang around to serve Dad so the door post was empty.