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I hop off him, uncaring I’m still naked. Nudity has never been a thing for me.

He wrenches on the restraints, bedframe rattling slightly. “Fuck,” he grits out. “Lisichka, I don’t know what game you’re playing at, but you’re going to pay for this. And whatever surprise you’ve brought, I don’t fucking need it.”

“Mmm, maybe not, but I definitely do.” I move to his bathroom and pull open the bottom drawer of the vanity where I hid what I need. I giggle again as I look at what sits inside.

Oh yes, this is going to be fun.

I skip back to the bed after getting everything ready, and he stares at what I have in my hand until he locks on the name. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops open.

“Surprise!” I beam, turning the box so he can fully see it in all its glory. “You see, pet, I’ve been missing your cock so much, I thought, why deprive myself when I can’t have it? This way, whenever I want you, I can have you. Clever, huh?”

“C-clever?”

“Oh, come on now. You had your finger in my ass just a few minutes ago. You can’t be a prude about a Make-Your-Own-Dildo kit.”

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LANE

He continues to gape, mind blown. I snicker. That’s exactly what I wanted. “Don’t worry, pet, I’ll be gentle.” I wink at him, and that seems to snap him out of his stupor.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he hisses. “You are not⁠—”

“Why not?” I pout. “You don’t want me to have a part of you? Most guys would be ecstatic that the woman in their life wants a mold of their cock to fuck themselves with when he can’t be there.”

“You’re not in my life, crazy woman,” he snaps, yanking harder on the restraints and cursing when nothing gives. “And knowing you, you’d be taking it and chop off pieces like some kind of fucked-up voodoo doll.” I pause. Huh, I never thought of that. I peer at him. His eyes slam shut, and he snaps, “No, get that fucking idea out of your head. Forget I said anything.”

“Too late,” I singsong. “I wonder if I stick pins in it when you’re trying to fuck all these other women you say you brought to your bed if you’d just go flaccid.” My lips purse as jealousy burns hot and bright at the reminder of his earlier words.

That’s after. First, this.

“No, you crazy bitch,” he hisses.

I narrow my eyes at him. “What did we say about the name-calling, pet? By all accounts, your mother loved you and taught you better before she died. Do you want her to roll in her grave hearing you talk like that to a lady.”

“You’re not a fucking lady. You’re an insane stalker that came here to try and seduce me and is now trying to make a mold of my cock to keep as a souvenir. What else would you call it?”

I shrug. He has a point.

“Fine. Still, bitch is a bit much. Not that I won’t embrace it when the situation calls for it. Besides, we both know that deep down, you’re not all that angry I’m doing this.” I climb back onto the bed, straddling him again. He stiffens, his gaze moving down my body, lingering on my tits and center. “I think your ego is a little flattered that I’ve planned this.” I set the stuff to the side out of reach in case he decides to try and knock anything over.

That shit wasn’t cheap and will be a bitch to get out of the sheets.

“And do you know what else I think, pet?” I lean back, arching my back and giving him a full view as I twist my hand to cup his cock. His still very hard cock. He grunts, throbbing in my grip. “I think you’re hating yourself a little bit for how hard you are for being excited about the idea of me fucking myself with your cock. Stretching myself to fit just you. Made so the next time we’re together, I can take your cock so easily. Maybe I’ll use it to prep my ass for you, hmmm?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes slamming shut as he arches into my grip.

“See? You like that.”

“I really fucking shouldn’t,” he grumbles. “I should be screaming at my guards to grab you before you try to get away again and toss you in chains in the dungeon.”

I snort. Again, a dramatic man.

“And ruin our fun? Really? Besides, as much as I love spending time with you, I have things that need my attention, and our little love nest in here is going to have to wait.”

“Another dick to chop off? Damn it, lisichka.” He groans low and deep. I grin as I wrap my hand around his hard cock under his boxers and twist over it tight and slow, swirling my thumb in the wetness dripping from his cockhead.

My own arousal burns, wetness dampening his abs. “I love your cock, pet. It’s a work of art.” I rotate my hand, and he groans again, head grinding into the pillow beneath him. “And so sensitive. Or is that just for me?”