It was nothing like Zary had ever imagined. Not that she had any relatable experience to based it on.
She had touched herself, though just a few times, during those very rare nights when she was not too tired from working overtime and had a little time that she could spare fantasizing about fictional men. But she never experienced this. This so-called mind-blowing orgasm.
It was a fact widely publicised in novels, romance movies and hearsay that it was supposed to feel so good. And according to science and all the people who had told her or indirectly told her about this as well. That it was supposed to be heaven, damnation and salvation, fireworks, the heights of heaven… She could not even remember all the words she had heard or read people used to describe it.
And she never would have thought it was not actually a bit exaggerated. That those descriptions were not actually just glorified metaphors. Oh, she had no freaking idea!
Weariness flooded her as she came down from that inexplicable high. After that physical exertion, she felt like she was going to drift off into sleep. The feeling of finally being released from that long suffering torture was… she no longer had the words to even describe it. Now she was willingly taking back what she had sworn a few moments ago – that she would never let Sam tease and torture her like that ever again.
If that sweet torture was what it takes for her to experience what she just tasted, then she would ask for it again. Oh damn…
“Zary…” his sexy voice forced her to open her eyes even though she was really struggling to keep them even half opened. They were glazed, gleaming, as she looked at him in a daze.
He smiled and she watched him licked his lips, as if savouring her taste.
“That was amazing,” he added then his gaze fell on her sex and that only caused him to lick his lips again. “Look at how drenched you are now, Zary.” His eyes gleamed beneath his dark lashes, looking so damned pleased.
Bending over, he kissed the dampness below her eyes. “You’re so ready now, sweetheart.” His whisper was so incredibly hoarse and deep right now. That voice seemed to have electrified her drifting satisfied nerves. “You’re more than ready to be fucked by me now, Zary.”
She caught her breath, her eyes widening a little. That word… she did not know why it sent another wave of pleasurable shivers through her. It thrilled her, even further turning her on, rather than shocking or scaring her. He was… going to do it… to take her for real… and this time, he would fuck her…
He stopped kissing her face and turned those honeyed gaze at her. His gaze was burning wilder than ever.
“Say it now, Zary… ask me to fuck you now sweetheart…” He prompted her, teasing her with his words. He could see how his dirty talk somehow excited her more and caused her dampness to increase.
Oh god freaking damn! She was burning up again. Did she not come just a little while ago? And there was just no way she would be saying ‘no’ now. She had been begging for this, just moments ago and now that he was finally going to give it to her, how could she find it in her to decline? There was just no way! No freaking way!
But just as she was about to open her mouth, the look in Sam’s eyes suddenly changed. They turned sharp and alert, as if he had sensed danger.
Zary immediately felt her heart missed a beat. The look in his eyes and his abrupt complete stillness… the sudden thought about what the customer service officer had said about his defect was the very first thing that popped into Zary’s mind. It had just happened, even before she could ponder if something else was wrong.
“S-sam?” the sudden panic totally doused the fire that had just started burning again.
To her relief, he blinked once, and his eyes were back to normal.
“Zary…”
“Yes? Are you… okay?”
“Yes. But…”
“But?” Zary thought ‘but what?’ though she did not continue asking.
“I think we need to leave this place soon.” His voice was solemn, sounding as though there really was something that they needed to worry about.
She blinked, propping herself onto her elbows when he quickly pulled away from her and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Why?” Curiosity, confusion and worry were gripping her heart now. What could be wrong? It was already quite late into the night.
Sam turned to her. “They’re tracking my location right now.”
A moment of silence and stillness passed before Zary registered and understood what Sam had just uttered. It was then that her eyes circled wide in shock. “Oh god! Do you mean the company that made you?! They had even planted a tracker on you?!” Zary half shrieked as she realised the immensity of the situation right now. They were actually being followed?
Her hands flew to her mouth. How could they? She had bought him – fair and square. He was hers now. Legally and binding. The receipt of purchase was still in her email and the hardcopy version was still sitting on her study table back home! Yet they had dared to put a tracker into their product? Why?! Was this not an infringement of her rights as the customer? Thinking further on it, Zary felt her shock slowly turn into indignation and then simmering anger. They were currently being trailed after by the people the company sent as though they were criminals needing to be caught for doing something wrong! The thought of this caused her to grit her teeth in suppressed irritation.
While her mind was still halfway processing what was going on, Sam had already stood and gathered her up in his arms. He bridal-carried her, causing Zary to look at him with a questioning gaze.
“Let me help you wash up so we can leave soon.” His movement was fluid and calm. Completely unhurried that Zary suddenly felt confused.. She could not quite tell if they must make haste or not.