AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Language,” I scold before snapping the door closed and slapping my hand over the package nestled beneath my arm. I spent more than a pretty penny to buy the dildo, the least the company could’ve done was put it in proper packaging.
Edgar scoffs. “Fool. You’re too good for the likes of him, Daisy.” He rolls closer, curiosity sparking in his cataract clouded gaze. “What’s the gift? Cake?”
I chuckle nervously and shift to the side to conceal the package. “No, but I did get some groceries delivered this morning and there may have been cake involved.”
“Is it chocolate?” The question is so pure, so childlike, that it warms my heart. People may think I’m doing Edgar a favor by standing in for a nurse, but it’s moments like these that soothe the lonely ache inside my chest and they’re part of why I stick around. That and I happen to like the grumpy old man. If anything, Edgar is doing me a favor.
“As chocolate as chocolate can get,” I tell him with a big grin. “One piece of cake and a tall glass of milk on the way. Mind the step ladder on your way to the table.”
“The step ladder can look out for me,” Edgar grumbles and wheels himself into the kitchen.
Biting back a laugh, I watch him go. I had only intended to live here temporarily, but that all changed once I realized Edgar needed someone. I help him live a somewhat normal life, making sure he doesn’t hurt himself and reminding him of things he’s forgotten, and he doesn’t ask questions about my family. I’m surprised he remembers me given how advanced his Alzheimer’s is, but he does. I like to think that’s because he enjoys my company.
I take my delivery to my room while Edgar waits. Side-eyeing the dildo-hearts decorating the outside of the box, I rip it open.Oh, wow.I hum in approval, completely forgetting how horrible the packaging is. The dildo really is as big as they said it would be. Tracing my fingers over the edges, I marvel over the veins that run up either side. Thick. Dark purple. Suction cup bottom. Perfect for mounting it to the bottom of the tub.
“Daisy?” Edgar hollers from the kitchen.
I squeal and fumble the toy like he had shoutedDrop the dildo, you horny bitch, and come out with your hands raised!
“Chill out, Daisy.” I shove the toy under my pillow. Promising my new toy that I’ll see it later, I smooth myLeave me alone, I’m readingsweater and head back into the kitchen. Tonight can’t come quick enough.
* * *
Edgar falls asleep earlyand I help myself to two glasses of wine before drawing a bath. The guest bathroom is far enough away from where my elderly roommate sleeps that I don’t worry about waking him. In truth, this little space has become my sanctuary. It’s the least cluttered room in the house; even if it is severely outdated and lined with shelves full of random things. There isn’t even a shower, but that’s fine by me because it gives me an excuse to read.
I bring in the new dildo and reverently set it down on a towel at the base of the tub. You’d think it was the Holy Grail with the way I’m handling it, but there’s nothing holy about what I’m going to do with that toy. Sliding off the simple black robe, I step into the bubbly water and sink into the hellfire heat with a wistful sigh.I make quick work of washing up before snatching my e-reader off the floor and opening it to my latest romance and searching for the word cock.
Oh good, it appears 90 times.
Satisfied with the amount of smut, I settle into the bubbles and chew on my bottom lip as the royal meet cute begins. I should probably read different types of books, but I’m stuck reading the same story over and over. A princess desperate for love. A reluctant prince. Tension. Hot, filthy sex. Happily ever after.
I have a type. And if that type has made it literally impossible to enjoy being around real men, then so be it. My fictional princes do it better anyway.
Falling into the story, I sip on my wine and try not to smile. My stomach flutters when the prince places his palm low on the princess’ belly and yanks her against his hard body.Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. Get that pussy, Prince whatever your name is. The more I read, the more I flush. My core clenches, aching to be filled. I set the wine and book aside before draining the water. The dildo is so thick my finger and thumb don’t even touch as I pick it up.
Suctioning it to the bottom of the tub, I straddle the toy and grab the e-reader again, dropping straight into the scene as I slowly sink onto the dildo. I hiss as it stretches me but keep reading. I rock a little, and as my body adjusts to the girth, I ease my hips up and down the thick stretch of silicone. Not only do my fictional princes do it better, this dildo is going to ruin me for real cocks.
My e-reader shakes in my grasp. I place it back on the towel and slip my hand between my legs. Fingers gliding over my aching clit, I continue to use the toy to please myself until my legs begin to quiver. My walls clamp around the dildo, and I lift my hips all the way up before slamming myself down on it. Reaching up, I clutch the shelf above the bath to keep my knees from slipping on the slick bottom of the tub. I repeat the same motion, moaning at the delicious feeling of being so full.
I start to move faster. Things topple off the shelf and something plunks onto the wet porcelain, but all I can think about is how good I feel. Shivers race down my spine, and my toes clench. My clit pulses, and I push down hard. I slip and I adjust my grip on the shelf. Something tiny and cold digs into my fingers, biting into my skin and providing enough pain to complement the pleasure coursing through my body.
Closing my eyes, I wish for a prince with a thick, monster cock who could fuck me properly. I wish for the love that I’ve never had. I wish for a fairy tale that’ll never come true, but the vision is exactly what I need to push me over the edge. Stars burst across my vision and a bright flash of light fills the room. My eyes snap open and my stomach drops as the tub disappears and I fall through an iridescent shimmering mist that smells like freshly spun sugar.
I squeal and fall for what feels like a second before plopping into another bathtub—not Edgar’s—and onto a thick cock—not the toy I ordered. No, this cock has more girth and it’s attached to a massive green monster with tusks sticking out on either side of plump navy lips. The bite of pain that comes with the stretch of him is the final push I need. My body spasms and my hands lash out, grabbing the tusks as I writhe and moan as I come.
“Fuuuuuck,” the monster rasps.
Something inside my chest snaps tight, like an invisible string tethering me to the monster and it draws me toward him, a demanding force I can’t control. A flood of emotions that aren’t mine wash over me, frustration, suspicion,pleasure. Sensations I can’t describe, feelings that shouldn’t be there, wrap around me tighter and tighter and tighter. Binding.Mate. That word slips through my mind as another orgasm hits me. I suck in a breath and roll my hips.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper around gasps, clenching my eyes shut tight and tugging on the tusks.
The monster grunts and desire blooms in the center of my chest.
Wait.
Monster. Tusks. Tether. Dick.
Am I that drunk?
