The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,50
paper. Heat races up my neck and into my face as I imagine giving gifts to others using this paper. It would be like inviting guests to sit on a couch you know people have recently fucked on—a couch you've recently fucked on.
When I finally open the box and pull back the black tissue paper, I let out a small whimper. The toys vary, but today it's a dildo. Not glass, which is often his preference. I have a growing and impressive collection of glass dildos in all colors with all manner of bumps, ridges and swirling curves. They are each beautiful in their way, each a new piece of erotic art, each creating different sensations as they slide back and forth against my wet swollen flesh.
“Run your fingers over it and tell me how it feels,” Soren says, interrupting my thoughts.
I reach out and stroke the length of the sex toy. “I-it feels like real skin.”
It's been so long since I've touched a real dick that I'm surprised I remember what it feels like, but it does seem remarkably real against my fingers. It's also bigger than the other toys he's sent in the past.
“Soren, I don't know if I can...”
He chuckles, and I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking. “You better find a way, princess. My dick is bigger. The toy is only seven inches, and it's nowhere near my girth.”
I stifle another whimper. I am terrified of his dick. It's too fucking big. There's no way I'll be able to take it. And then I torture myself with the reality that the three of them won't just want my pussy, but my mouth and ass as well. And what if they all want to take me together? He hasn't done any kind of anal preparation with me so what does that mean? Does it mean I'll be spared that on the wedding night?
I hope that's what it means.
It doesn't matter how much it scares me, it excites me more. I want to be impaled on his terrifyingly large dick. I want to gasp with shock and a little bit of pain as he drives into me. As Griffin and Dayne watch. As they take turns using my wrung out body for their own pleasure.
There's something else in the box—a new bottle of lube. Soren buys me what I can only describe as luxury lube. It doesn't irritate my skin and feels like silk inside me. I've developed a Pavlovian arousal response every time I see the elegant bottle because I know the magic it contains—the ability to at least double the pleasure I would have without it.
It's safe for use with all toys and condoms, which is just a bonus. Though it's my understanding there won't be any condoms, at least not until the three heirs get here.
“Take the dildo and the lube and go lie down on your bed. Spread your legs wide when you get there.”
I do as he says and position myself on the bed. I turn out the main lights, leaving only the light spilling in from the bathroom. Even alone I can't stand to obey his orders in full light. It feels too exposed even when there's no one here to watch.
I wonder if lights on should be part of the wedding preparations since three sets of eyes will be on me that night and every night after. I'm pretty sure they won't let me shroud myself in darkness.
“Okay,” I say, my voice going even softer.
“You know what I like,” he says. “Do it.”
I do know what he likes. We've been doing this since three days after Griffin drove me home from the penthouse when everything was decided. It was the first black box with silver wrapping, and my first orgasm under the power of his voice.
I put some of the lube on my fingers and begin to stroke myself. Soren hears it the moment my breathing starts to change. I'm so wet naturally that I don't really need the lube for this part, but Soren still demands it. He wants the lube. There's something more dirty and deliberate about adding lube to an already wet pussy.
His deep seductive voice pours into me. “Don't touch your clit. I don't want you getting there until I'm ready for you to get there.”
“Okay,” I whisper. God, I want to say Yes, Sir. Why hasn't he asked for that? Of everything else he's said to me, every dark and dirty promise... I know he's