Page 35 of Toy Shop

“Sure.” I step in the direction of the satin red curtain. Between the two of those, Toy Shop houses the infamous testing room, and I push the wooden door open.

Alistair walks past me, entering the room. He’s fixated on me, his lips curling to the side. “And you’re going to try it with me,” are his last words before he grabs my arm, pulling me inside and shutting the door.

“You.” He pins me to the wall, the box in his hand discarded.

Both his hands bracket me on either side of my face, his teeth scraping along my neck. The fresh scent of his shampoo and cologne is like pheromones injected into me, my body awakening, arching, needing.

“I can’t get you out of my head. Can’t sleep, my concentration at work is nonexistent. What have you done to me, Nola?”

He missed me. He can’t handle it, almost shook. Just like I am.

“I…” Moan. “I haven’t done anything.”

“You have. Goddamn intoxicating.” Alistair sucks on my earlobe, his cock grinding on my belly. “Something about you,” he speaks between a swipe of his tongue on the shell of my ear and a soft bite to my throat. “No, not something. Every-fucking-thing.”

The depth of my eagerness to hug him, pull him closer, and have him tear my clothes off simultaneously is unfathomable. I’m dying for him to fuck me for the world to hear. Screw this job, screw Roger. All I want is Alistair.

I lift my hands, my feeble fingers freeing the Ben-Wa balls box to the floor. The sound of the plastic box meeting the linoleum wakes Alistair up out of his lustful roaming of my body.

He detaches himself from me, pacing back as much as the two-by-two room will allow. His gaze isn’t any less predatory. The rest of his body, voice included, is calm, in control of this. Of me.

“Kneel to pick that box up.” My compliance is immediate, but before I make it to the floor, I see Alistair’s shaking head. “You’re going to do it naked.”

I slap a hand to my mouth to prevent the whimper of lust from being overheard by the CCTV microphones.

“Strip for me.” Somber and in control, he instructs.

The desire to please him snaps me out of my lust haze. I discard my garments, naked in front of the well-dressed and super-composed man in front of me.

His appreciative gaze roams my body, his cock hard in his suit pants. “Now, sweetheart, on your knees.”

I drop at his command, the pain of my knees hitting the wooden floor, not registering. My body is made of a million particles of arousal, and Alistair manifests his mastery in each and every one of them.

“Be my good little girl, take the balls out.”

Rushing to comply, I extract them, still hesitant to put them in. I want him to do it with me the first time, though I’m not sure how to approach it.

But he doesn’t need my words. He recognizes my doubts, lowering beside me.

“I bet your cunt is sopping wet,” he says, working my body, shoving in one delightful and painful motion two fingers into my aching cunt.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl.” After pumping his fingers in, he instructs, “Hand on my shoulder, the other one on my wrist with the balls.”

I grip onto him, clenching my fingers and causing the rich fabric of his suit jacket to wrinkle. Without severing our eye contact, I search blindly for his hand until I clasp my fingers on top of it.

“This,”—he angles his burly figure forward, kissing me while he shoves the first ball of the two connected ones inside me, swallowing my moans in his mouth—“is how you do it.”

Back he goes, standing up, looming over me. He hands me the remote to operate the Ben-Wa balls, placing my finger on the On button. “That’s where you press when I tell you to,” he instructs me. “Now be a good girl, push the other one like Daddy taught you.”

I nod and shove the other ball in, devouring the sight of him unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather swooshing as it’s pulled out of its buckle sparks a net of tingles erecting my nipples. A button pops, the zipper dragged down to free a cock so hard I can see the veins and ridges through the boxers.

Momentary paralysis consumes my body when he whips out his huge cock. He jacks it off slowly, inches separating him and my mouth. The hem of his shirt covering the light dusting of dark hair I remember to be there.

My tongue juts out to wet my parched lips, hungrier than I’ve ever been.

“Press the button, Nola.” He draws his pulsing member closer to his stomach and away from me. “Don’t think I’m waiting for you to suck on this cock a second longer.”

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