Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) by Ines Johnson Read Free Book Online Page A

wonders for my sleep issues. I woke up in the morning with a throbbing clit that begged for attention. This morning, instead of reaching out for a man, I reached for the gift Owl left for me.
    I set my timer with my phone and then I placed the vibrator inside me. There was tenderness in my pussy from where Owl had thrust in and pulled out three orgasms the night before. It was a good tenderness and my pussy lips clenched around the metal egg.
    I turned up the dial and immediately dropped the control. I had to dig my nails into the mattress to stop myself from immediately coming. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, but my body stayed on that tight rope that hovered above the descent into orgasmic bliss.
    Clutching at the mattress, breathing deep, neither worked. My body stayed balanced precariously on the tight rope. I didn’t fall off the rope into an orgasm, but neither did I gain a strong foothold on the rope. I hovered in that space right before the fall.
    A beeping noise brought me back to my senses. It was the timer. I couldn’t believe it had already been five minutes. With shaky hands I gave a tug to the wire connecting the egg to the controls. It came out of me with a juicy pop.  
    I lay back on the bed grinning from ear to ear, anticipating revisiting the egg for lunch, and then again at dinner, and then having Owl inside me for dessert tonight. I left my room with a pep in my step and headed over to the biology lab for my tutoring session.
    “Good morning, Shakira.”
    “Hey sis.” My tutor Ellie was the whitest, white girl I’d met on the campus. But even her awkward quirkiness couldn’t distract me today.  
    Although I was in the School of Architecture studying Urban Planning, I still had a biology requirement. It was the only class I had a B in. Science was not my strong suite.  
    Evolution and Natural Selection were giving me a problem. That problem was with Darwin’s Theory of Super Fecundity. Darwin saw that organisms produced more offspring than is required to replace themselves. Based on this it would follow that population sizes would increase rapidly.
    “And when that happens,” said Ellie, “we may need to share our resources more efficiently. Food, water, shelter, mates.”
    “Mates? You think God intended us to share mates? You can’t be serious, sis.”
    Ellie shrugged. “It works in the animal world.”
    “Maybe for the males.”
    “Actually for females too,” Ellie insisted. “There are many matriarchal societies in the insect world. Take bees for instance. One queen to mate all the male drones.”
    “That’s what we’d call a whore in human society.”
    Ellie shrugged again. “Most queens live very satisfied lives while her female workers never see any male attention. I doubt the queen would care what any of them thought about her.” Ellie looked off to the bee enclosure with a far off look in her eyes.
    I went back to my notes.
    The buzzing in my pocket made me jump in my seat. For a moment, I worried that I’d left the vibe inside me. But it was just my phone vibrating in my pocket. I looked down at the caller ID.  
    “I have to take this,” I said gathering my papers and shoving them haphazardly into my otherwise organized bag.
    “It’s fine,” Ellie said. “We were done for the day anyway. Same time tomorrow?”
    “Yeah, thanks Ellie.” I dashed out of the lab and hit Talk. “Hey.”
    “Where are you?” Owl’s quiet voice was full of that commanding tone.
    “I’m just leaving the biology lab.”
    “You’re headed back to your room?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “I was going to use the present you gave me.”
    “You used it this morning?”
    “Yes.”
    “Did you come?”
    “No.”
    “Good girl. I want you to get to your room quickly. Take off all of your clothes and then shove the vibrator up that sweet pussy of yours.”
    “You could at least say please, you know.”
    “No, you’re the one that says please, Shakira. You’re the one that will