Landon knocks on the door to my bedroom. “I have something for you from Seth and Damiano.”
“Oh. Right.” Wow, that was fast. They obviously planned this out earlier today.
“Sure, come on in.” I meet him at the doorway.
Instead of a hanger bearing a fancy gown, Landon holds out a small, square box, about five inches cubed.
“Oh. I thought they were getting me a dress.”
“No. Just this.” He waits for me to take it from him.
I take the box and carefully ease off the lid. Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, is a strangely-shaped device made of silicone or some other smooth plastic. The entire thing is hot pink.
“What is this?” I ask.
Landon shakes his head. “They want you to wear it to dinner.”
I frown at the device. There’s a thick, almost egg-shaped part, and then a thinner one. Is it…no. They wouldn’t ask me to wear a vibrator to dinner with another man.
I lift my eyes to his. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Is this for real?” I ask.
Landon holds up his hands, like he has no part of it. “Damiano and Seth can explain more. I’m just the messenger.”
My cheeks are hot with a blush. I can’t believe Seth and Damiano. What the hell are they thinking?
“It’s ready to go,” Landon says in a factual way. “I already washed and charged it.”
I can only stare at him. He handled the sex toy that is supposed to be inserted into my body?
He gives me a brief, professional smile. “I’ll give you a minute.”
Landon leaves, and my bedroom door clicks shut behind him. My phone buzzes with a text from Damiano.
Put on the vibrator, bella. Now.
Shit. It turns me on just to read the command. I can imagine his brown eyes darkening with desire, his biceps flexing, stretching his dress shirt as he crosses his arms.
I face the vibrator in its innocuous little box. How embarrassing that Landon opened the package and washed it for me. I could have done that just as easily. I’m pretty sure Seth and Damiano arranged it this way to add to my humiliation.
Freaking emotional sadists, the both of them.
I have two choices. I can obey...or not.
A part of me wants to hold out. I’m still really hurt and angry that I’m stuck here in Mexico without Seth and Damiano. Surely they could’ve just let me hole up in Alessia’s old apartment in the Nove building. I wouldn’t have bothered anyone, I wouldn’t have distracted anyone.
But the other part of me knows that if I do what Seth and Damiano say, I could be in for a lot of fun. They arrange these things for my punishment…and my pleasure.
Half mad at myself, half excited, I reach under my dress to pull down my underwear. Then I take the vibrator in my hand. Helpfully, Landon left a folded set of instructions in the box. The egg shape goes inside me and the flat part will curve up to press against my clit.
Are you wearing your gift yet? Seth texts.
I set the vibrator back in the box and write, You had Landon handle my vibrator???
Damiano texts next. Put it on, Madison.
Taking a deep breath, I pick up the toy again. I put it under my skirt, sliding it up between my thighs. I’m not wet enough to shove it in there quite yet, but when I touch it against my pussy, another spark of lust adds to the slick arousal gathering between my legs. I put the wide part against my entrance and slide it back and forth. The stupid thing isn’t even running, and it’s already turning me on.
