That, and I haven’t done any online shopping since I left California.
I scoop them up, open my door, and place the boxes on my counter top. We have a stare off for a good five minutes before my phone vibrates next to it.
Unknown:Have you opened them yet?
Me:No.
Me:Is it some sort of animal?
Unknown:Open it and find out
My curiosity wins, and I open the big box first. My chest swells, and I can feel my heart pounding against my rib cage as I pull out the very expensive, glossy black, stand mixer.
Me:You got me a mixer?
How did he even know I didn’t have one?
Unknown:Ignore that one. Open the smaller box.
It’s been too long since I received a package delivered to my door, and I’ve missed it. But I’m too on edge from my conversation with Mara to be playing dumb mind games with her stupid, sexy co-star who thinks he wants to fuck me again. So, I open the smaller box, like he told me to.
The top layer is covered in tissue paper that barely lasts a second in its place before I’m ripping through it to find a pink, thick wand. It’s almost a replica of the one he stole from me, only… “Nobuttons.” I sigh, rummaging through the box for instructions or the toys packaging, but come up empty.
“What the hell?” I whisper to myself, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one can see what I’ve just had delivered to my door.
Me:A non vibrating vibrator? What’s the point?
Unknown:Lay on your couch, shimmy your underwear down those legs, and place the toy where we both know you need it.
Me:What if I told you I wasn’t wearing any?
Unknown:God, you’re killing me, Snow.
Unknown:Please. Just lay down, put it on your pretty pussy.
Me:Why?
Unknown:Humor me.
And so I do.
I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of the underwear I told him I wasn’t wearing, and slide them down my legs before they fall to my feet. Taking the three steps to my couch, I lay down, spread my legs and place the toy gently on my clit with one hand, while the other holds my phone to text him.
Me:What now?
There’s silence for a moment while I stare at the screen. The empty box is on my counter, and my underwear from today is sitting beside the couch on the ground, when the number I’ve memorized brings my phone to life.
“What are you playing at?” I ask him, my voice low even though nobody else is around to hear.
“You’re about to find out,” he tells me, his voice deep and gravelly, and I feel it right down to my toes. “Where’s the toy, Snow?” He asks.
“Where you told me to put it,” I say, releasing a shaky breath as his low chuckle buzzes through the speaker.
“Do you feel that?” At first I have no idea what he was referring to, and right as I’m about to stop playing his little game and snap my legs shut, I feel it.
It’s subtle at first, but it’s there. A sensation coming from the toy gripped in my fingertips, sending shock-waves through my entire body.
He’s bought me a new toy that only he can control.
