Chapter 21

"Where're you going?" Grace grumbled the following morning when she realized Khai was sneaking out of bed. She reached out and grabbed his hand before he could get away.

She was on her side. She'd been curled against his chest, but the moment he'd moved, she'd lost his body heat and blinked her eyes open.

He bent over to kiss her forehead. "Just going downstairs to help. I don't like to lounge in bed while Damon, Jagger, and Axel work to save the universe."

She pushed out her bottom lip, hoping to sway him. She even eased the sheet away from her body to entice him. It was early, but the sun was already up and peeking through the blinds enough that she could see.

Grace loved sleeping with Khai. She'd loved it for the last month, but she'd loved it even more since he'd started sleeping under the covers. She rarely woke up in a panic when he was holding her. Snuggling against him was her new favorite pastime.

"What a little temptress you are," he joked as he pulled the covers back over her bare chest. He kissed her forehead, grinning. "Go back to sleep, love. You need more rest."

"Don't you?" He was gloriously naked, and when she let her gaze roam down to his erection, she realized if he stayed, it would not be to rest.

Khai rose from the bed, tucked the covers tightly around her like she was a mummy, and shook a finger at her. "Be good. Stay in bed for a while." He left her there and padded to the bathroom while she watched his fine ass disappear. She noticed his limp was less obvious than it had been a month ago.

She couldn't stop grinning. She affected him, and it made her feel powerful.

The shower came on, and she stayed where she was, though it killed her. She was feeling bolder. She wanted to get in the shower with him. She even had a waterproof bandage she could put on this morning. The doctor had said she could remove the gauze and tape and switch to a waterproof band-aid so she could shower.

She would be embarrassed and feel guilty if she kept him from joining the other men, though. After all, they were working to solve her kidnapping. It would be rude to thwart their efforts.

When Khai stepped back into the room, he was fully dressed, and his hair was damp. He made her mouth water. He set a palm on the bed, bent to kiss her, and then opened the drawer of the nightstand.

The next thing she knew, he was holding out a vibrator. At least she wasn't so ignorant that she didn't know what it was. She gasped, though. Her arms were trapped under the covers where he'd tucked them, and she didn't dare pull them out.

The vibrator was a slender hot-pink toy with a dial on the bottom, and Khai turned the dial slowly to demonstrate the various speeds.

Her eyes bugged out of her head. "Uh, why are you giving me that?"

He turned it off and set it on the bed next to her. "I ordered it, it came, now, it's yours."

"But I don't need a vibrator. I have you." She lowered her gaze to his cock. "You could even take your clothes off, get back under the covers, and use the real deal on me."

He shook his finger back and forth in front of her, tsking at the same time. "No sex. One week. Use that time to find out what you like."

"I know what I like." You.

He shook his head. "You haven't even tapped into a tenth of the possibilities, love. You might like a certain spot inside you stroked. You might like your clit circled or direct pressure. You might even like the feel of something inside your bottom." He said this last part lower, challenging her.

She licked her lips and fought against the urge to squirm under his intense gaze and suggestion. She didn't have any real interest in masturbating, especially since Khai was always nearby, and the real deal was beyond sufficient.

"I know you're curious," he teased. He shoved off the bed. "I'm going to lock the door behind me on the way out. Even I won't be able to open it easily. Let your guard down. Play with yourself. I expect you to give me a full report later. I want you to be able to articulate at least three new ways you found out you like to be touched."

She gasped. "You can't be serious. I'd be too embarrassed to talk about it even if I did it."

He lifted one brow. "So, it's okay to talk about my cock for half an hour, but you can't discuss your pussy and what makes it hum?"

She flushed. Darn cheeks. Shit.

He turned toward the door. "Take your time, but you better have three things to list for me afterward. Don't come downstairs until you've experimented and had at least one orgasm. In fact," he paused at the door before opening it, hand on the handle, "I want you to play with the vibrator now. After you have your answer, you can get up and shower. Lay your clothes out, make sure your hair is combed, brush your teeth, and then climb back onto the bed and make yourself come again. When you get to the kitchen, I want it to be super obvious to me that you had an orgasm within the last few minutes. Your cheeks better be flushed, your hands shaking, and your ability to form sentences not yet fully back in working order."

Khai didn't wait for her response. He opened the door, turned the lock, stepped out into the hallway, and closed the door with a resounding snick.

"Is he serious?" she muttered to the room at large.

For a long time, she simply lay there staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily until she finally started squirming. The vibrator was tormenting her from a few inches away, and eventually, her pussy wanted to know what it would feel like.

She wiggled her arms free and picked it up, glancing at the door. No one could come in, right? He'd locked it. Besides, no one would just walk into the room without knocking.

Grace flipped the device all around, taking in the smooth exterior and the length. It wasn't thick like Khai's erection, but it would reach deep inside her. She jumped when she turned it on, giggling at her reaction. Next, she played with the dial, investigating all the various options and how many speeds there were.

It occurred to her that if she used this vibrator, no one but her would be able to dictate when she came, how often, how hard, how fast, or even if. She held all the power to control her orgasms for the first time in her life.

It was a gift, and she didn't intend to squander it.

After memorizing the controls, Grace slid the device under the covers. She brought the tip to her nipple first and gasped when she turned it on. Her nipple had a direct link to her clit, and she was instantly more aroused.

After teasing her nipples back and forth, she slid it down lower to find her clit. Bending her knees, she let them fall open wide, dragged the tip of the vibrator through her folds, and flattened it against her swollen nub.

A small squeal left her lips before she pursed them and silently admonished herself. Jeez, Grace. Stay quiet.

Holy mother, the vibrator felt good. She slid it inside, angled it in every direction, pushed it deeper, thrust it in and out, and finally returned to pressing it hard against her clit.

Grace's eyes slid closed, and she pictured Khai holding the device instead of herself. He was teasing her with it, circling her clit, flicking it, and finally holding the tip against her pleasure point until he ordered, "Come, Grace."

Shocking herself, she came at his command even though he wasn't in the room. A few seconds after the waves of her release subsided, her clit became too sensitive to tolerate the vibrations any longer. She pulled it away and turned it off.

If anyone walked into the room, she knew what they would see. She was still in the same position, legs spread wide because she hadn't found the will to move yet. She had a silly grin on her face because she could feel it. She was flushed and most likely glassy-eyed. Oh, and panting.

Before her breathing returned to normal, she thought about what three things she was going to tell Khai. When she had settled on her answer, she finally pulled the covers back and climbed out of bed.

Grace padded to the bathroom. First, she changed the dressing on her incision. It looked good. She wasn't worried. Next, she pinned her hair up, used the toilet, and took a shower. Finally, she brushed her teeth and chose a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt to wear. Setting those items, along with panties, bra, socks, and shoes at the end of the bed, she crawled back on top, snagged the vibrator, and dropped onto her back.

She wasn't covered this time. It felt a little riskier. She was growing bolder about her sexuality with every passing day. Apparently, this morning, she was going to splay herself open on the bed and masturbate to her heart's content.

The anticipation had built while she'd been in the shower. She was wet and giddy over this new development. Who could have known what a powerful difference a vibrator could make in a person's life?

Lining it up just how she liked it, she turned it on, closed her eyes, and went back into her head. This time, Khai was between her legs. He was holding her thighs open wide, his face lowering to her pussy. The moment his lips made contact, she whimpered. When he sucked her clit between his teeth, she came.

Grace was slightly startled when she realized she'd actually reached her orgasm. That part hadn't been a fantasy. She'd used the visualization to reach her peak, and it had been fucking amazing. She could get used to this toy.

Remembering his order, she quickly climbed out of bed. She rushed to the bathroom, found a bottle of toy cleaner sitting on the counter, and cleaned the vibrator. She didn't want to leave it hanging around, so she hurried back to the nightstand and opened the drawer.

And then she froze, her breath caught in her lungs. Her sneaky man hadn't purchased just one toy. There were about six others in the drawer, all in their original packaging. He'd been holding out on her.

She was so aroused and flushed from nosing around in the drawer that by the time she was dressed, the reason for her pink cheeks had more to do with her investigation than her previous orgasm.

Grace unlocked the door and hurried down the stairs. She didn't even care that at least three other people would be in the kitchen and might wonder why she was flushed.

Khai was at the stove cooking something as she entered the kitchen. He turned toward her and lifted a brow, a slight smile lifting his lips.

She went to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her body against his frame.

He tipped her head back and kissed her. "Anything you want to tell me, love?" he asked quietly. Everyone else was a distance away at the table, all of them leaning over a paper map, deep in a discussion.

Grace turned back toward Khai, rose onto her tiptoes, and brought her lips to his ear. "I like the constant hum setting at medium speed pressing directly against my clit. I can only tolerate it until my orgasm finishes, though. After that, it was too intense, and I yanked it away."

He tipped his head lower and whispered. "Good girl. That's one. Go on."

She gave him a wide-eyed glare. "That was more like three, but fine. I like the feel of it deep inside me, but it's not as big as your cock and not nearly as satisfying. I needed it against my clit to come."

"That's two. One more."

She rolled her eyes and continued, still whispering. "The last thing I know is that, next time, I want to hold it deep inside me while I wear that clit vibrator I found in the drawer across my knuckles."

He chuckled. "Found more toys, did you?"

"You knew I would. You set me up." She swatted at him.

"Just trying to be a helpful boyfriend, is all." He kissed the top of her head, wrapped an arm around her, and tucked her into his side. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Khai. What are you making me for breakfast?"