She leaned in close, indescribably close, and the heady scent of her perfume filled his nose. He tilted his face away from hers, straining his neck to get away from her, but it didn't matter. In fact, he had just made it easier for her lips to find what they were looking for to begin with: the tender flesh of his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried desperately to ignore the pleasant sensation as her soft lips explored territory that had been off-limits to them just hours before.
After an agonizing few minutes, she leaned back and looked at him, amused.
"You can't tell me you didn't like that," she said, and stared pointedly down the length of his body. He raised his head as far as he could and followed her gaze. Sure enough, he was hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum. His cheeks were immediately stained red with frustration and embarrassment.
"It's alright, you know," she said after a pause. "I want my toy to love every moment I'm playing with it."
His eyes snapped open once more. His mouth open and closed pointlessly a few times before he finally managed, "Toy?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she caressed his chest lightly with her fingertips, letting them slowly move down lower and lower towards his cock. He shuddered uncontrollably when her fingers closed around it. She stroked it, gently at first and then picking up the pace. It was pleasurable at first, but she started moving her hand too quickly for comfort.
