“Don’t. Move.” he drawled.
He moved to the edge of the bed, and reached into a drawer. Returning to her legs, he held up his retrieved item for Katie to see. A tiny, pink vibrator sat in the palm of his hand. Maintaining eye contact, Tom pressed a button on the end; a light buzzing sound filled the air.
Suddenly, it stopped. In his other hand, he held up a small remote, the same shade of pink as the vibrator. He looked at both devices, and then to the panties draped over Katie’s knees. “They match,” he chuckled to himself.
He pressed the now still device into her ever moistening folds, resting the tip directly on her sensitive clit. She gasped as he held it in place, and raised her panties back onto her hips, ensuring they were snug against her.
Tom lifted himself from the bed, and retook his position in the armchair. Leaning casually onto one side, he held up the remote in his hand. With the press of a button, subtle vibrations pulsed in Katie’s already slick quim. She jumped and squirmed at the new source of pleasure, but it was devastatingly consistent.