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else does,” he said. Another twenty minutes of mostly smooth driving through the night passed before we reached a full parking lot of the Eleanor Verone. The place had multiple floors to it, at least three stories high. Both James and I got out of the car. He headed over to me and tentatively grabbed my wrist, leaning in close.
     
    “There is one condition,” he whispered into my ear. He placed two golden balls in my hand no bigger than an inch and a half each. I could feel my cheeks flush at him giving me them. “Sure that you’re familiar with these,” he said.
     
    I was reluctant to admit my familiarity with ben-wa balls. “Yes,” I answered. “But what the hell are you expecting me to do with them?” I already knew what he was going to say, but I felt the need to ask.
     
     
     
    James raised his brows and raised a hand, making his palm flat and bringing his fingers together tight. He then took his index and middle finger, gesturing by poking the two fingers upwards against the palm of his hand. I gave him a look in the dark of the lot. “I’ll look away,” he assured before doing so.
     
    “No.” The words came out of me cold as stone, hanging there for a moment. James stepped closer to me. My stomach tightened at that.
     
    “No what?” James held the ben-wa balls in his hand, keeping his eyes firmly on my own. I didn’t say a word. I wanted him to try and work it out. “No you won’t do it?” He asked, cinching his arm around the small of my back and pulling me close to him. Euphoria like electricity ran up me. “No you don’t want me to look away?” He unbuttoned my pants and reached his hand down to my panties, searching my eyes for any look of disapproval. He wouldn’t find any.
     
    James’ hand was steady in the way it explored me, the way his fingers brushed against my flesh even with just a thin piece of fabric in the way – it sent fire through my veins. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and though I didn’t want to tell him I wasn’t going to deny to myself the attraction I felt to him.
     
    James leaned in closer, his lips only an inch or two away at best. “No,” he said in a husky voice. “You want me…” James slipped his hand down my panties, the ben-wa balls still in his grasp. “To put them inside of you, don’t you?” He knew the answer before he asked, he wasn’t an amateur. He was good. Damn good. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me say it, just the quiet pleasure of feeling how wet he was making me – how no matter how hard I could try to be coy that in my heart I was a complete pervert. A slave to the more refined pains and pleasures of life.
     
    Cold, they were surprisingly cool to the touch as he slipped the ben-wa balls inside of me. But my wet lips wrapped around them easily, my walls hugging his fingers as he pushed them deeper inside of me. But there was a look on James’ face, as though he realized what he was doing. Something put him out of the zone. He carefully but quickly removed his fingers from my slit. “Sorry,” he muttered in apology.
     
    I grabbed his hand. “Don’t be,” I said. “I wanted it,” and I always get what I want. I sucked the juices off his fingers before flashing him a small wicked grin and buttoning my pants back up. My approval didn’t seem to soften the blow much sadly.
     
    James nodded his head to the left and instructed me to follow. As I moved behind him I could feel the ben-wa balls stirring around inside of me, the tightness of my walls pressing on them – holding them tight.
     
     
     
    It had been such a long time since someone wanted me to use them, I had forgotten how wonderfully distracting they could be. Just having them shift an inch was enough, god it made me want to fuck – and I knew that every minute being paraded around the parking lot was only going to make me want to give in even more. I couldn’t help but imagine James going down on me, eating my wet