He opens the box beside us, the clasp making a soft click before he takes something out. In the reflection I can tell it’s a glass object. Phallic-shaped with a golf ball–sized orb at the base and ridges in the shaft. He holds it up for me to see more clearly.
“What is it?” I whisper, my cheeks flushing with heat.
“It’s a dildo. I want you to use it while I’m away. I want you to slide it inside yourself and pretend it’s my fingers in your juicy little cunt.”
I gasp in a breath as a wave of intense euphoria washes over me. The crude way he talks coupled with the way he’s still teasing my G-spot has me trembling all over and on the edge of collapse. Before I crumble, he pulls his finger out of me and I watch in the mirror as he places it in his mouth and sucks it clean, making satisfied humming sounds while he does.
My attention is drawn to the dildo again. It’s smaller than him, but it’s still bigger than my fingers, and it’s glass. Glass can break. Glass can cut. “Is it safe?”
“Yes, perfectly safe. I would never ask you to do anything that might harm you. I bought you some lube too. Be sure to use plenty of it if you’re not wet enough.”
“Do we need some now, sir?”
He laughs darkly and pulls my thighs even wider apart. “Look at yourself, baby. You’re fucking soaked for me. You see that sweet creamy cum already dripping out of you?”
I do see, a pearl of white seeping from my entrance. Evidence of how much my body enjoys this, even if my conditioning sometimes tries to tell me that I shouldn’t. I focus on my body, and on the pleasurable sensations swirling inside me. “Yeah.”
He notches the head of the toy at my entrance. “So we won’t be needing any lube. If you can take my fingers and my cock, you can take this.” Then he pushes it inside me, and I gasp at the foreign sensation of the glass—cold and rigid. So different to the comforting heat of Lincoln. He sinks it all the way in, keeping a firm grip on the base and pleasure rockets up my spine. “Are you going to think of me when you use this on yourself?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Will you think of me every time you make yourself come?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you’re going to play with while I’m gone.”
I stare at his reflection in the mirror, confused as to what exactly he’s referring to.
He growls in my ear. “I want to hear you say the word, angel. What am I fucking right now?” He drives the dildo in deeper.
A blush creeps across my cheeks. “My p-pussy, sir.”
He smiles at me in the mirror. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
“Linc!” I throw my head back.
“Eyes on me, baby. Watch me fuck you with your new toy.”
I drag my eyes to the mirror and the sight of him working the glass dildo inside my pussy. The powerful muscles in his forearm flexing with each stroke, his free hand pressing down on my abdomen and the look of pure desire on his face, have me unraveling. It’s erotic and beautiful and filthy all at the same time.
I cry out, ecstasy taking me under its heavy wave, pulling me under. Until Lincoln sinks his teeth into my neck, bringingme back to him. His hard length digs into my back and I rub myself against it, making him mutter a string of curses.
He begins rubbing my clit while driving the dildo inside me, deeper and harder each time. Until I’m on the edge once more, begging him to stop yet pleading with him to continue. It’s the most delicious kind of torture there is, and watching it all unfold only makes it more special, more intense.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Imogen. And you look like fucking heaven when you come for me. So give me one more, baby. Give me a memory I can jerk off to when I’m not here with you.”
My back bows. A cry is ripped from my chest. White-hot euphoria snakes through every vein and sinew of my body, until I’m sagging against him.
Gently, he slides the toy out of me and places it on the floor beside us. I meet his eyes in the mirror and smile. “Thank you for my gift, sir.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to enjoy thinking about you using it, and then hearing all about it when I get back.”
A wave of sadness washes over me. “When do you have to leave?”
He runs his nose up the back of my neck. “Soon, baby.”
I wiggle my ass against his hard length. “I do love my gift, sir. But I’ll miss the real thing.”
