“Please,” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “These are top-shelf, straight from the package. You said you didn’t have any, so I did you a solid and stocked your arsenal.” I flash her a grin. “You’re welcome.”
She shrugs her backpack off and slings it onto the floor, arms folding defensively across her chest. “I never asked for this,” she grits out.
“Yeah, but you needed it,” I reply, stepping over to pick up the rose stimulator and clicking it on. It hums like a wasp, and I wiggle it in her direction. “You ever used one of these? Apparently they’re a game changer. At least according to the thousands of reviews from satisfied customers.”
“Put that down,” she admonishes, but there’s an edge in her voice that tells me she’s not quite as immune as she’s pretending to be.
I set the toy back on the bed, deliberately brushing my fingers over the double-ended dildo as I do. “What about this bad boy, huh? It’s got a g-spot curve on one end and a handle for… well, you know. Multipurpose. You can even share it with a friend, if you’re into that sort of thing.”
She makes a face like she just bit into a lemon, but her eyes dart between my hands and the toys with thinly-veiled curiosity.
“And last but not least…” I grab the plug and waggle it at her, the little jewel sparkling in the light. “Butt plug. I got a couple sizes, but I figured we’d start small and work up from there. Safety first.”
“Nope,” she says flatly, shaking her head.
I bark a laugh. “C’mon, you’ll like it.Promise.Plus, I’ve gotta stretch that little asshole of yours so my cock fits.”
“You’renotputting it in my butt,” she deadpans.
I snort, dropping the plug back onto the bedspread. “I definitely am. Not today, maybe. But soon.” I drop down onto the edge of her mattress, legs spread, patting the spot next to me. “Come on, sweetheart. Pick your poison. We’ll have a little show-and-tell. You might actually have fun.”
She hovers by the door, fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. “I have to study,” she tries, but even she doesn’t sound convinced.
“That’s okay,” I say, stretching my arms overhead and making sure the hem of my t-shirt rides up just enough to flash the lines of my abs. “This’ll be educational. Consider it extra credit.” I wink.
She glares, but curiosity is eating at her– I can tell. I know how exactly to wind up a Doll, and this one’s primed to dance.
When she doesn’t move, I rise to my feet and stride across the room, giving her no time to bolt before I’m in her space. She’s so much smaller than me, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulder, but she stands her ground, which makes it even hotter.
“Seriously,” she mutters, looking anywhere but my face, “what’s your angle?”
I lean in, dropping my voice low. “My angle is,” I murmur, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, “that I like seeing you get off, Ava baby. And I bet you could blow your own mind if you let yourself. Or we could blow your mind.” I tilt her chin up with a finger. “But if you don’t want to play, just say so.”
Her nostrils flare. There’s color in her cheeks, and her pulse jumps under the thin skin of her neck.
She hesitates just a beat too long, so I make the decision for her.
“That’s what I thought,” I say, turning on my heel and throwing the door wide. I cup my hands around my mouth, bellowing out into the hall. “Raf! Get your ass in here, I need a hand!”
Ava’s eyes widen, panic all over her face. “Wait, wait, what are you doing?!“
Too late.
Footsteps thud down the hall, and in under three seconds Raf is filling the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing sweats and a muscle tank that show off the ink on his biceps.
“What?” he growls, gaze flicking from me to Ava suspiciously. “You dying, or just bored?”
I jerk my chin at the bed. “Have a look, buddy.”
He does, expression barely shifting, but I catch the quick flare of interest in his eyes before he shuts it down. “You’re fucking with me,” he growls, gaze returning to mine.
“Not even a little,” I reply gleefully. “Turns out our Doll is tragically inexperienced. I figured we’d give her a proper education.” I glance back at Ava, who’s gone completely still. “You in, or you gonna let her go through life never knowing what a rabbit vibe can do?”
Raf’s throat works as he swallows. He shrugs one thick shoulder, then steps into the room, shutting the door behind him with a click that seems to suck all the air out of the place.
“I have to study,” Ava says again, voice barely a squeak.
Raf looks her up and down, then glances at the toys on the bed. “Pick one,” he orders, voice low. “Or we pick for you.”
