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Don’t bother getting dressed. Waiting for you on your bed.
Hell yes, this is the way I want to start the day. After drying off, I toss the towel aside and rush into the bedroom. “Okay, get naked. We have twenty minutes until I meet the HVAC guy so one is all you get.”
Her gaze runs over me, and her eyes brighten. “Actually, twenty minutes is more than enough time for you to put on what you’ll be wearing all day.”
It’s then I notice the bag beside her on the bed. I’ll admit, I’m curious what she came up with. With her sense of humor, my best guess is some embarrassing costume. “Whatever you have in there, you should know that I’m hard to embarrass. I’d hate for you to be disappointed.”
My teasing doesn’t faze her. “Noted. Now…” Her hand disappears inside the bag and emerges holding a massive butt plug. Her fingers barely reach around the bottom of it as she tilts it back and forth before my eyes. “Be a good sport and bend over.”
“You are out of your mind if you think you’re coming near me with that.”
“The deal was you’d wear whatever I told you to all day.”
“That did not include putting anything up my ass. Much less something the size of a Christmas tree.”
Her lips press together, but she can’t hold back her giggles. “You should’ve seen your face! And the way you backed away.”
Without even realizing it, I’ve stepped all the way back to my bedroom doorway. “Real funny.”
She reaches back into the bag, pulls something out and tosses it to me. “A fleshlight?” I ask, examining the sex toy.
“A remote control male masturbator.” She pulls the package it came in from the bag and reads it aloud. “That will stroke and suck you into ecstasy.”
“This isn’t what I expected.”
“You didn’t know they make wearable toys for men? Now, get over here.” She turns to pull a bottle of lube out of the bag, and her eyebrows go up when I haven’t moved. “Are you bitching out on me?”
I’m not, but I’m shocked at how turned on I am at the thought of her being in control the way I was when I held that little remote to her panties. Instead of answering, I close the distance between us.
She stands up, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips. “You’re hard.”
“You’re near me.”
“Isn’t that sweet?” She strokes me, applying the lube generously. Of course, I know about toys for guys, but I’ve never had one. My hand always seemed to suffice. I’m not sure what I expect it to feel like.
When she slides it on, it seems to conform to my shape, enveloping me in a cool bumpy surface that instantly starts to warm with my body heat. With her eyes locked on mine, she slips it off and pushes it back on again, stroking me with it. My hips move involuntarily, thrusting into her hand. “I might find use for this without the remote control next time, but for now, let’s make sure it stays on.”
I don’t realize how it attaches until she carefully tucks my balls through an opening at the base. She looks up at the sound of my sharp breath when the stretchy material closes around them. “Is that okay?”
“Sure.” That didn’t come out as lightly as I’d like.
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“Not at all. Barely feel it.” That’s a huge lie. It doesn’t hurt, but having a band around the top of my sack is something I definitely feel.
“Good.” Her smile is wicked, and I want to kiss it off her face.
“I love that you think making me come is a punishment.”
“Oh, you aren’t going to come. I mean, maybe tonight if I feel generous. And if you beg.”
“Poor thing. You’re delusional.”
The lube is set aside. “Why don’t you find some clothes while I wash my hands, then we’ll test out these settings. There are so many! You’re going to be pleading with me in no time.”
While she goes into the bathroom, I grab a pair of my tightest boxer briefs to keep the toy tucked against my body. Every step tightens the band around my balls slightly, tugging on them, and the sleeve shifts the tiniest bit, enough to cause friction. I’m going to be hard all damn day like this.
A combination of tight underwear, some baggy work pants, and a lengthy hoodie hides the toy well. If anything gives it away, it’ll be my reaction. I’m not going to let her see it’s affecting me.
