Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Janie is bright and breezy when I step through the office door.
“Hey!” she says, then points to a box on my desk. “I thought that might be Kayleigh’s wedding invites but it sounds a lot more… shakeable.”
I get a tickle of excitement as I think back to Ant’s message last night.
I pick up the box and, sure enough, there’s a rattle of boxes inside.
“They aren’t wedding invites, right?” Janie says. “Is it a present from Mr Perfect?”
I put down my clutch and slip off my jacket.
“Maybe, yeah.”
“Best open it and see. I can’t wait!”
The package is easy to open with a few swift strokes of some scissors. Janie’s eyes are riveted as I tug the foam padding away and, just what the actual fuck…
“Wow,” Janie says. “You didn’t say Ant was kinky. You said he was a good fuck, but you didn’t say he was kinky.”
It’s her who tugs out a big glass dildo in a classy case.
“Why didn’t you say he was kinky?” she asks me.
“I guess it never came up,” is all I can say.
She puts one hand on her hip and points the dildo at me with the other.
“We can’t be best friends if we don’t talk about sex, Cass. That’s not how friendship works.”
My face is burning up. My smile awkward. If only she knew.
“Sorry,” I reply with a smile. “My bad.”
“Show me what else is in there, then!” she says, and I dip back into the box.
There’s an anal douche, and a dildo that puts the glass one to shame. It’s absolutely massive.
“Ok, scrap that,” Janie says. “Ant’s not just kinky, he’s filthy. You’ll be walking with a limp for days if you take that thing.”
The thought of it makes me wince. It’s purple, thick and veiny and looks like some alien cock from outer space.
I’m still so embarrassed that I’m grateful when our first client shows up. I stuff the items back in the package, only then noticing the ‘PRIVATE’ written on the box. I should have known to open it on my own. I shove it out of sight under my desk.
I’m in the middle of talking about bride-to-be Emily’s wedding shoes when I see the message icon flash up on my phone. I wait until she leaves before I pick it up.
Like your presents, sweetheart? Can’t wait to use them on you. I’m back on Friday.
I try to imagine taking them, and it makes my thighs clench. I’ve never had a douche used on me, so have no idea what it will feel like. I have no idea how that massive rubber dick will fit in my pussy.
I do know that I’m still flushed with embarrassment at Janie seeing it, though.
I love them, I reply. So does Janie, my assistant, since she saw me open the parcel.
A message pings right back.
Sorry, baby. I should have warned you. I guess the private on the box wasn’t enough.
He sends another. You said she loved them?
Yeah. She thought they were hot.
Maybe she’d think all my fantasies would be hot. Have you told her about them yet?
That’s when I get a slam in the guts. I won’t be chatting about Ant’s fantasies with anyone any time soon. Maybe I’m embarrassed, or not confident enough to embrace them yet, but I can’t help it. I don’t want Janie to know I’ve agreed to take other guys’ dicks for my boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
The word comes so naturally in my mind.
He’s on speaker call again as I drive back to his, stopping at the apartment for more clothes on the way.
“Make sure you pack plenty,” he says. “No point in keep doing the detour.”
I pack enough of my stuff to fill two cases, careful to pick out the clothes I think suit me the best, and my hottest lingerie,
Our conversation is nice, concentrating on daily chatter as I finish the journey up the hills. I put him on video call as I make another instructed casserole, grateful for his tutoring.
“Maybe I can make you one when you get back?” I say.
“Can’t wait, baby. I don’t think I’ve ever had a casserole made for me.”
“I’m looking forward to spoiling you.”
Unfortunately, there’s plenty else Ant can’t wait for tonight, quite literally. He has a whole load of work presentations he has to prepare before morning.
I wave him off with a glow.
“Night night, Mr Perfect.”
“Perfect?” he asks, with a smirk. “Believe me. I’m far from perfect.”
“You’re doing pretty well so far. Full marks.”
“Same for you.”
I watch some TV in his amazing living room, looking through some work orders alongside the episodes. There is no prompting from Ant when I climb the stairs for bed tonight.
It’s my own choice to take the glass dildo along to the room at the far end of the landing and try out the mattress again for myself.
It feels weird, stripping naked, all alone in that room. I get down on the mattress and hitch my legs up high and rub my clit before I take it. I’ve learnt the angle from Ant’s cock, and tip the dildo just right.