It was smaller than my toiletry bag, bound with brown packaging tape that cut away easily.
I swallowed, my throat dry as I took a breath before taking hold of the flaps.
One quick pull revealed a long red box, wrapped in a silver bow. Nestled beside it, amongst the packaging paper, was a small bottle with a clear label on it:Anal Relax Lubricant
I blinked, my hands falling to the mattress, palms flat as I stared at the little slip inside.
~A Gift for You~
It was obvious what was in the box. I didn't even need to see the lube to know what the hell was in the box.
But I wish I didn't know.
Because the same ache that hit me when I looked at Dom earlier was eating at me now.
Minutes later, I still stared at it as I numbly reached for my phone. The beating of my heart was so loud it took priority over my worry as I snapped a photo, sending it to her.
What’s this supposed to be?
I texted her. Maybe there was a better chance of her answering me now. Sex always seemed to get a response.
I took a deep breath before picking up the box. It wasn’t like Molly and I didn’t have sex toys, but this was entirely different. It was all mine.
Slowly untying the silver bow, I dropped it onto the bed beside me before peeling off the tape. My throat bobbed as I pushed my thumb against the end and opened the red box. I squeezed my eyes at the rustle of plastic as I upended it and the dildo fell out.
I groaned as I felt the weight in my hand.
It was smaller than I expected, but still thicker than my fingers. At least five inches long, the same silver as the bow, with a black dial at the end. Two batteries landed on the white duvet, bound in tight plastic. Not just a dildo then.
I pulled it out of the clear bag, turning it over in my hand. The numbers 1-5 were etched into the black ring of plastic at its base.
I couldn’t do anything but stare at it. It ended in a smooth curve, easy enough to slip inside me, widening me until I could push the whole length in.
Clenching my ass, the simple sensation sent a wave of lust pounding through me. I dipped my head at the quick beat of my heart as the second suffocating thought arrived.
Dom.
My jaw hardened as I pushed away the image. But when I wrapped my fingers around the vibrator, it became clearer. Dom, on his hands and knees, moaning, legs spread, waiting for me to fuck him with it.
I dropped the box, blowing out a heavy breath. My free hand gripped my suitcase to try to stem the ache that pierced me.
What came next would tip me over the edge. It wouldn’t be just a tight exploration that I could pass off as experimenting. Even if I pretended that thinking of Dom every time I came was somehow normal, I wouldn’t be able to convince myself any longer after this.
I slipped it back into the box, trying to think about anything apart from the way it might feel inside me. I needed to sleep, I had to shower. I had reports to read and contracts to sign off on. I could read, watch TV, do literally anything apart from pushing that sleek silver vibrator inside myself and turning it on.
But then my phone pinged from my pocket, and I stilled, my nerves gathering.
I looked at it again, sitting innocently there in its box. No problems or solutions. Just the knowledge that I was going to fuck myself with it and come while thinking of Dom.
Then I’d regret it.
Then I’d want more.
I was being tested. Every time I said I’d stop, something else came along that I couldn’t resist.
I was stuck in a vicious cycle, and if I really went through with this, there was no hope of escape. I had to believe that as soon as I saw Molly at the airport, we would hug each other, and anything I felt for Dom would be swept away as we fell in love again.
My phone buzzed, and I bit my lip as I gave in to my curiosity.
