stunner in her pocket, since she’d stowed the gun in the safe-box under the front seat.
“Yeah.” Royce slid his torso up so that he rested on his elbow. His face screwed into an expression of grim determination. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do this…”
Shani ran her fingers over the device in her pocket, not pulling it out. She lowered her voice so it wouldn’t shake, and reminded herself that he wasn’t that big or that strong. He couldn’t force her. “I don’t know what you think is gonna happen here. But I’m not interested. Not in the least.”
Royce flashed her a withering glare. “I’m not talking about you, lady.” He swung his legs around until he sat up and then started unbuttoning his pants. “Now, do you have my bag, or am I going to have to dig through those drawers to find something?”
She should have opened the door and locked the lunatic in the back of the van, driven all night with the safety locks on, and dropped him off on the ZU’s doorsteps duct-taped and with a note. Instead, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him as he rolled his leather pants down his legs to his knees, and then pulled his shirt up over his head.
His body was…well…she lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. Shani had never seen a guy so buff up close. And the non-grafted trouser snake that lay half-hard between his legs suggested he must be a shower, not a grower. At least she hoped so. Otherwise that boy would be fucking his clients from the other side of the room.
“Take a picture, it would last longer,” he grumbled, obviously uninterested in her attention.
“Um, here—” Shani pulled his bag out of a cabinet and climbed through the dinette to lay it at the foot of the bed. Curiosity crashed over her like a wave, washing away her fear. She stood staring, one foot on the ground, the opposite knee on the bench, probably a little too eager to figure out what the boy was going to do next.
“Go away.” He flipped over, so he faced down on the bed.
Shani hesitated. Maybe he was a secret electronics whiz and planned to build a weapon out of a couple vibrators and a violet wand. “I can’t leave you alone.”
Royce looked at her over his shoulder. And oh mah gahd his back looked pretty when he lifted his head and twisted like that. She’d managed not to look at his ass up to this point out of pure strength of character, but now that her eyes had landed there…
“Aw, fuck this noise.” He flipped over, cock flopping against his leg as he reached out for the bag at her feet. “You know what?” He pulled out a black dildo and a bottle of lubricant. “Go ahead and watch.”
“But, you’re just gonna…? On your own?”
Royce poured some lube into his hand and reached back, smoothing the slick liquid over his pucker before pressing inward. The nerve block that numbed his groin didn’t extend to his ass. The firm pressure felt like heaven. Within his body, muscles tensed and firmed, massaged him from the inside. He let out a small sigh of relief.
“Uh, if you don’t mind my asking.” The bitch broke through the happy, relaxed haze. “What exactly are you doing?”
He didn’t look at her, just dug his fingers in deeper, reaching up to that bundle of nerves before adding more lube. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m trying to get off.” Royce’s hips started pumping of their own accord. “Hey, toss me a hand towel, will ya? My dick might be numb, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spew all over the sheets.”
“What? Oh!” He heard her shuffling around and then a cloth landed by his face. “So the problem was… I mean is…” Her voice shifted between harsh and soft. He could tell she wasn’t sure whether to be sympathetic or disgusted.
“Cuff on my pudendal nerve. Causes hyperarousal combined with paresthesia and neuralgia.” He winced at the scientific explanation his makers had given for the phenomenon. Then Royce opted for a more
“Yeah.” Royce slid his torso up so that he rested on his elbow. His face screwed into an expression of grim determination. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do this…”
Shani ran her fingers over the device in her pocket, not pulling it out. She lowered her voice so it wouldn’t shake, and reminded herself that he wasn’t that big or that strong. He couldn’t force her. “I don’t know what you think is gonna happen here. But I’m not interested. Not in the least.”
Royce flashed her a withering glare. “I’m not talking about you, lady.” He swung his legs around until he sat up and then started unbuttoning his pants. “Now, do you have my bag, or am I going to have to dig through those drawers to find something?”
She should have opened the door and locked the lunatic in the back of the van, driven all night with the safety locks on, and dropped him off on the ZU’s doorsteps duct-taped and with a note. Instead, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him as he rolled his leather pants down his legs to his knees, and then pulled his shirt up over his head.
His body was…well…she lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. Shani had never seen a guy so buff up close. And the non-grafted trouser snake that lay half-hard between his legs suggested he must be a shower, not a grower. At least she hoped so. Otherwise that boy would be fucking his clients from the other side of the room.
“Take a picture, it would last longer,” he grumbled, obviously uninterested in her attention.
“Um, here—” Shani pulled his bag out of a cabinet and climbed through the dinette to lay it at the foot of the bed. Curiosity crashed over her like a wave, washing away her fear. She stood staring, one foot on the ground, the opposite knee on the bench, probably a little too eager to figure out what the boy was going to do next.
“Go away.” He flipped over, so he faced down on the bed.
Shani hesitated. Maybe he was a secret electronics whiz and planned to build a weapon out of a couple vibrators and a violet wand. “I can’t leave you alone.”
Royce looked at her over his shoulder. And oh mah gahd his back looked pretty when he lifted his head and twisted like that. She’d managed not to look at his ass up to this point out of pure strength of character, but now that her eyes had landed there…
“Aw, fuck this noise.” He flipped over, cock flopping against his leg as he reached out for the bag at her feet. “You know what?” He pulled out a black dildo and a bottle of lubricant. “Go ahead and watch.”
“But, you’re just gonna…? On your own?”
Royce poured some lube into his hand and reached back, smoothing the slick liquid over his pucker before pressing inward. The nerve block that numbed his groin didn’t extend to his ass. The firm pressure felt like heaven. Within his body, muscles tensed and firmed, massaged him from the inside. He let out a small sigh of relief.
“Uh, if you don’t mind my asking.” The bitch broke through the happy, relaxed haze. “What exactly are you doing?”
He didn’t look at her, just dug his fingers in deeper, reaching up to that bundle of nerves before adding more lube. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m trying to get off.” Royce’s hips started pumping of their own accord. “Hey, toss me a hand towel, will ya? My dick might be numb, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spew all over the sheets.”
“What? Oh!” He heard her shuffling around and then a cloth landed by his face. “So the problem was… I mean is…” Her voice shifted between harsh and soft. He could tell she wasn’t sure whether to be sympathetic or disgusted.
“Cuff on my pudendal nerve. Causes hyperarousal combined with paresthesia and neuralgia.” He winced at the scientific explanation his makers had given for the phenomenon. Then Royce opted for a more
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