But it’s not ruined. In fact, I look hotter than ever, and even though I couldn’t tell my followers about my new and improved nose, they can sense something is different about me. Even my worst critic, Rey Pavo-Real, commented on my first post-op selfie that my face doesn’t look as ass-ugly as usual.
#Winning
And I have my amazing boyfriend to thank for it. Cassius helped me design the perfect nose and even paid for it too. How lucky am I? To show my appreciation, I invite a perfumer to come over and mix colognes for us, ones we’d each like to smell on the other. Cassius loves going through all the vials and bottles, scrunching his nose at the aromas he finds offensive and humming at the ones he likes. My new nose can even smell better too!
“The bergamot pairs nicely with the orange, don’t you think?” Cassius says to Yiannis, the perfumer, while waving a small white testing card that contains both scents.
“Might I suggest a dash of cedarwood as well, sir? To give it a smokier undertone.”
“You are the expert,” Cassius says while Yiannis dots the card with another oil. “Oh, that is delicious,” Cassius says, inhaling deeply. “Can you fix me a vial of this with a little more of the musk as well? I want those primal notes to really sing.”
Yiannis uses eyedroppers to mix the perfume, and when he’s finished, Cassius says to me, “Dovey, give me your wrist. I want to smell it on you.”
I offer my hand, and Cassius squeezes a drop of the scent onto my pressure point, then rubs it in with his thumb, sending a shiver up my spine and blood rushing to my dick. His smug smile tells me he knows just how easy it is to get me going. His slightest touch makes my whole nervous system go into overdrive.
“That smells good,” he purrs softly, still caressing my arm. “Does it arouse you, love?”
My eyes dart over to Yiannis who is pointedly occupying himself with tidying up his bottles of essential oils. They make soft, clinking noises in the quiet room.
“Yes,” I answer steadily and try to stifle any errant moans.
“It arouses me too. It makes me think of…” Cassius leans in close so that he can whisper into my ear, “fucking you in a seedy nightclub while other men watch. Deep bass notes drowning out your breeding noises. Shadows of hard, naked cocks looming all around while you fade in and out of consciousness. Sweat and the moisture of men’s panting coats your skin while I thrust in and out of your velvet cunt. Public sex and degradation. That’s what it smells like to me.”
“Fuck,” I mutter softly and bite down on my lower lip hard enough to sting. “That’s really specific.”
Cassius smiles and leans back. “This is the one,” he says to Yiannis.
“Excellent choice, sir,” the man says briskly.
Yiannis leaves us with the vial, as well as the one Cassius chose for himself, and says he’ll ship the final products when they’re ready.
“That was fun,” Cassius says after he’s escorted Yiannis to his car. He probably gave him an enormous tip too. I’ve never seen Cassius carry anything less than a fat stack of hundred-dollar bills. I reach for him with grabby hands and pull him down to the sectional sofa where I’m lazing around. I need to go work out and make up for all the days I was laid up in recovery, but I’d really like to be bred first. Cassius rubs his thumb over my forearm where the perfume lingers.
“What made you think of that little adventure?” he asks.
“My hairdresser forWreckedgave me the idea. I wanted to do something special for you, to thank you for fixing my nose and being such an awesome boyfriend.”
“Very thoughtful,” he says, kissing my palm, then my wrist, then the inside of my elbow. I drag him closer, until he’s lying on top of me, and he kisses my neck, nipping a little at my sensitive skin.
“You smell divine,” Cassius whispers.
“Have at it, babe.” I tilt my head for him to do as he pleases. I expect him to suck or bite, but he only kisses me softly. “You deserve something special for taking such good care of me after my surgery.” God, that shit sucked so hard. I’ve never been in pain like that in my entire life, and I’m used to getting beat up pretty bad on the baseball diamond.
“You were so brave,” Cassius says, stroking my jaw. “So strong to endure that terrible discomfort.”
I shrug. “I mean, it’s not like I went to war or anything.”
“But you did, in a way. You sacrificed for the greater good, laid your skin and bone at the altar of the gods of beauty.”
“You talk too much, Mr. Peacock. How about you kiss me instead?”
We make out for a while, necking and grinding against each other without any real intent to get off. I missed the whole heavy petting phase of sex, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
“I have a proposal for you,” Cassius says during a break. He’s playing with my stubby hair, rubbing the flat of his hand over the short tufts. I’m still bitter that I had to cut it.
“Is it sucking your dick? Because if so, yes please.”
“I’d like to act out a scenario with you, something sexual.”
