He grabbed the second smallest dildo from the row and brought it in front of her face.
“How about you get the head wet, Luce? Make it slide real nice.”
Lucy leaned forward and took the entire head in her mouth, wetting and tonguing the glass as if it was a cock. Perhaps Adam would see her lavishing it with attention and feel some remorse for how he’d treated her.
“Fuck, my girl, save some for me,” he said, gently drawing the phallus from her mouth. “Are you ready to take it?”
“That small thing?”
Adam chuckled and helped Lucy lean forward, her head resting atop her hands where they gripped the shelf.
“If I take down your underthings, I’ll make a mess of my trousers,” he said. “Thankfully, you have this lovely little slit in your drawers leading to your own slit.”
She felt him using his fingers to delve into the fabric. “You’ve got your new silk knickers wet,” he rasped.
Lucy puffed up. “I did not!” she said, horrified that he suggested she’d had an accident.
“Not like that,” said Adam, chuckling. “Your little puss is getting wet. Shall I touch it and show you?”
She wanted to scream. Both for want of his hands on her cunny and at herself for falling under his spell again. “Do it,” she spit out.
Adam trailed just a finger along her seam, letting them both feel how slick she was from a few words and a bit of touching.
“How’s your little nub been, love? Has she been wanting me?”
He didn’t move to part her lips and slide deeper inside, just slowly petted his fingers through that seam, letting her feel him make incidental contact with her inner lips and bump until her legs shook.
“Adam, you’re cruel,” she sighed.
“I am, aren’t I?” he said with a laugh.
“Give me the diletto,” she said.
“Only if you grant me a boon. In the future.”
“I’m not letting you fuck me,” she said sternly.
“Not that. Something I haven’t decided.”
“Just do it!” she cried.
“Then you agree to my terms?”
“Adam!”
He slid the head of the glass cock between her wet cunny lips and let it run over her nub until she could not form words. She was so close.
And then he pulled the glass shaft back and notched it to her entrance and slowly — ever so slowly — pressed it inside. She was spasming. It was happening too fast! She wanted to enjoy her orgasm, and she was instantly shaking with brief tremors of pleasure as the diletto opened her up and filled her just enough to unleash it.
“Fuck, Lucy, you’ve got this thing slick with your juices. What I wouldn’t give to shove my fingers in and feel that fat little rabbit from the inside.”
“A boon,” she gasped, looking at that mask and medieval device contemplatively. Julia, her mistress, had once used a boon to change her life; perhaps the same might happen for Lucy. “You’ll owe me a boon if I let you feel it.”
“Fuck, Luce,” he said, pulling the diletto from her hole and tossing it on the shelf. He ripped off the cufflink securing his shirt and tossed it next to the glass cock.
“Take that, too,” he said about the diamond cufflink. “I’ll give you the matching one, gladly.”
Of course he always mixed money and sex; working as a stud for capital was how he’d begun to make his fortune, after all. And she was just another thing to be bought or bought off. The anger and frustration nearly sent her running for the door. And then he was pressing in, two fingers sliding between her lips and driving right into her primed channel.
