He starts pulling off his shirt, but I stop him.
“No, not like that.” I hold out my hand. “Give me your dick.”
“Oh!” He glances down. “I guess.” Unbuttoning his fly, he pulls down his jeans and boxers. His perfect dick hangs between his thighs like an epic temptation.
“Take it off.”
He looks skeptically down at the neat stitches I made. “OK. I mean, if you want to. I thought we could—”
“I do.” I make a little beckoning gesture with my fingers.
Hurrying to the kitchen, he gets the large kitchen shears and makes a tentative snip, loosening the first stitch. When I grow impatient, I shift to the edge of the bed and do it for him. Every moment I’m touching him, he swells further until I have his hot, throbbing cock in my hand, completely hard and ready.
Then I reach behind me and grab the dildo, still in its box. I shove it roughly against Adam’s chest. “Here. Have this one if you like it so much. I’m going out.”
“What?” He blinks at me as I rush to the closet and slip on my sandals. “But I thought you were going to… you know?”
“Going to what?” I ask him sweetly. “Let you watch again? Ha! You have to be joking. Now give me your credit card. I’m going shopping, and this time you’re buying me something I want.”
His mouth drops open, but he reaches into his pocket silently and pulls out his wallet, handing it over to me. “What are you going to buy?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” I wrap the dick in a scarf and place it in my handbag, and I have half a moment where I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
But Adam doesn’t protest at all. He just stares at me in awe as I lift my chin and march out the door without even brushing my hair or putting on any makeup. With a dick and a half-baked plan for revenge, I stride down the street heading for the subway.
It serves him right, sneaking around on my laptop, spending my money. That thought fuels me all the way down the high street, where I pass my favorite nail salon. I stop. Am I really doing this?
Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of the sign at the front. Then I send it to Adam.
Getting my nails done. Your treat.
A reply pops up a moment later.
Adam: fuck ur hot when ur angry
I laugh out loud. He’s changed his tune on that. He always used to complain about how mean I was to him when we were together. How much I bitched at him about everything. I guess I really am going on a spending spree with his credit card, then.
Pushing open the door, I go to the counter and smile at the lady who greets me. “Have you got time for a walk in?”
Fifty minutes and a beautiful set of French polish gel nails later, I’m feeling a little more sympathetic toward Adam. Especially after I taphiscredit card to pay for it. I walk out of the salon and scan the street, patting the heavy parcel wrapped up in my handbag with a secret smile. I wonder if he can still feel it from so far away.
Across the street is a lingerie store with two mannequins dressed in frilly pink sets. The exact same hot pink as the monster dildo. I snap a picture and hit send.
Adam’s reply is almost instantaneous.
Adam: try it on *pleading face*
Jen: You’d like that wouldn’t you? Don’t you want to know how much they cost?
As I type this, I enter the store and check the label, lifting my brows at exactly how much the whole set would come to. Let’s just say it’s the kind of price that would normally make me walk away.
Adam: doesn’t matter. Just try it on
I mean…
Quickly I find my size on the rack and pick up the bra, briefs, and garter belt. I’ll need a pair of thigh-high stockings too. I pick up some in white and bright pink. Then I get the set in black too, just for good measure. It’s impossible to keep the wicked grin from my face as I swish the changing room curtain closed and look at my reflection. Is Adam actually enjoying this? That wasn’t exactly the goal, but now that I’m here, I find I am too.
Curious, I sit on the little stool in the corner and pull his dick from my bag, unwrapping it carefully. It’s still hard, and when I lift it from the scarf, it throbs in my hand.
