Page 17 of Forcing Her Hand

Her heart ached as she looked at the last picture again. Damnit. She couldn’t destroy it, but she couldn’t leave it out either. Looking at it made her heart ache. Wrapping it back in the paper, Allison hid it in her closet. Returning to the box, she ran her fingers over the sex toys.

He’d picked these out for her, with her in mind, knowing she’d play with herself and think of him. Sudden heat flushed through her body, the last reaction she’d expected. It was ridiculous what the thought of him could do to her libido.

It was useless to admit she wasn’t curious about the toys. Picking up the box, she took the whole thing into her bedroom and started putting batteries into the toys, turning them on, and watching them. Trust Todd to pick out toys that would push her boundaries. Other than the vibrator, would she have had the guts to buy any of these herself? The high-tech hummingbird was much more expensive than the simple beaver she’d bought.

Maybe she should try them out. Pulling her shirt over her head, her big breasts swayed gently as she placed each sucker over a nipple, holding them in place with one hand, then used her other hand to squeeze the ball.

Ooooh... The sensation was indescribable. Her nipples felt like they were being firmly pinched, crushed between someone’s fingers, but at the same time, it was much firmer and encompassed the entire nipple, even pressure all the way around. Squeezing the ball again, her head fell back as little jolts of pain spiked her breasts, sending aroused tingles all the way down to her pussy. Oh, this was good, even better than the clamps. Squeezing the ball again, she moaned and looked down to see her little nibs sticking far into the suckers, along with the pink flesh of her areola. They looked a little disfigured. Turning on the vibrator on each of the suckers, she shuddered as the pleasure ran through her. This was almost as good as if Todd was here himself. The fact they were presents from him turned her on, even more—even if she didn’t understand why he’d sent her anything at all.

Pulling off her pajama pants and thong, she climbed onto her bed on all fours. Her breasts hung down, nipples vibrating and tingling with pain. Sliding the probe into her pussy, she got it wet with her juices, pumping it in and out of a few times, liking its thickness and ripples. Bringing it up a bit further, she bent over a little more as she began to press it into her ass, wondering what those ribs would feel like in her tighter hole. They rasped over her sensitive nerves, making her shudder and whimper as she pressed it in. She had to work it in slowly as her body kept clenching around it, slowing her progress. The thick length stretched her so wonderfully. Had Todd thought about her doing this when he’d picked it out? Had he known the way the strange ridges would make her feel, how they would make her body pulse?

Twisting the end of the probe, she groaned loudly as it vibrated inside of her. The heady sensation made her thighs tremble, and she quickly turned over onto her back. Now her nipples were throbbing in their confinement, the vibrations outside and inside of her making her wild. Grabbing the hummingbird vibrator, she pressed it inside her. Already her body was building to a quaking orgasm, and she hadn’t even touched her pussy.

Despite its girth, the vibrator slid in easily from all her juices. She let out a small cry as she turned the vibration on to pulse, feeling little shocks of pleasure in her wetness. Turning it to a steady vibration, she switched on the little hummingbird, her entire body arching as it hummed against her clit, vibrating the little nub. Her body was filled with pleasure and passion, her holes full of vibrating, gyrating toys—pleasure Todd had brought to her.

Turning the setting on the vibrator, so the little beads would start moving over its surface, she squeezed the ball on the suction cups again, crying out as the vacuum bit into her breasts painfully, her nipples completely distorted inside the suction cups. Flicking the hummingbird on to full blast, she held the vibrator inside her pussy and began pumping the one in her ass, screaming out her fulfillment, seeing Todd in her mind.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck I’m cumming!! Oh, fuck... Oh God, Todd! I’m cumming!! I’m fucking cumming, Todd!! Oh, fuuuuck!!”

Her body thrashed, the vibrating toys driving her sensitive flesh over the edge as they hummed inside her and on her without stop. Sobbing her ecstatic pleasure, she frantically started turning them off as her orgasm continued. Finally, she was left exhausted and satiated on her bed, her insides quivering from the intense orgasm.

The man hadn’t seen her in almost half a year, he was on the other side of the ocean, and he still managed to give her better orgasms than Roger ever had. On the other hand, maybe this present meant he was still thinking about her? Maybe even still had feelings for her? After all, when she could bring herself to a screaming, quaking orgasm, what did she need a man for?

Although she tore apart the insides of the box, looking for another note, some clue of what he’d been thinking when he sent the note, there was nothing. Allison put the toys away, disappointed. It was the best and worst Christmas gift she ever received. Best because it was from him and gave her hope. Worst because she was going to be utterly heartbroken if that hope was disappointed.

* * *

“Hey, Allison.”

The soft voice behind her made Allison wince—Roger—as if this week hadn’t been enough of a pain in the butt. After receiving the Christmas gift from Todd, Allison’s holiday had taken a sharp turn for the worst. Diana was away with her parents in Aspen, skiing, which meant the apartment was lonely, and the friends she’d made at work had their own plans with families in town or were also out of town, so she was stuck alone a lot of the time unless she felt like being with her parents. That led to some pretty painful dinners with her mother, making sniping comments about her lack of a boyfriend and wondering why she hadn’t hung on to Roger. Her father just ignored her and spent most of his time soliloquizing about his own life or talking to her mother about the upcoming holiday party.

Which is where she was now. Christmas had been two days ago, and she hadn’t even had Chad’s company because he’d spent the holiday with his mother this year. So, now it was Saturday night and her father’s company holiday party. She was dressed in a long red velvet dress with a slit up the back and little chiffon cap sleeves. She was wearing her green Murano glass jewelry and her hair up in a delicate French knot. Unfortunately, her beauty didn’t give her any confidence when she had to turn and face the man she’d broken up with.

“Hello, Roger,” she said, putting a proper hostess smile. Turning her head, she smiled at his date. Was it just her imagination, or did it actually look like she was standing with her nose in the air? “Hello, Veronica. Are you two having a nice time this evening?”

Veronica gave a derisive little sniff, which made Allison’s insides clench in anger. She might not entirely enjoy her parent’s parties, but that didn’t mean this bimbo could denigrate them. The low-cut purple dress and dripping silver necklace drew attention to her breasts, which Allison was pretty sure had been artificially augmented since the last time she’d seen them.

“We’re having a wonderful time,” Roger said, apparently unaware his date didn’t seem to share the same opinion. That or he was just being polite. “Your parents throw a great party. You look fantastic, by the way.”

Now Veronica was staring utter daggers at her. Allison smiled graciously, ignoring the artificial blonde’s sneer. Her hair color probably wasn’t any more real than her breasts.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him. Roger really was perfect, and she was still sad she didn’t care for him as more than a friend. “You’re looking pretty fantastic yourself. You too, Veronica. I love your dress.” The blonde tossed her head, giving Allison the smallest smile possible.

“You look so… festive,” Veronica said. It sounded like it could be a compliment or an insult, depending on how Allison wanted to take it. She could see Veronica’s silver nails digging into Roger’s tuxedo jacket. Obviously, the woman was jealous. Not much that Allison could do to reassure her, not that she was sure she would if she could. Veronica would never believe her because that’s not how she would behave if the roles were reversed. She was an eminently toxic personality.

“Excuse me,” Allison said without acknowledging Veronica’s words, trying not to enjoy the flare of temper in the other woman’s eyes too much. “I see someone I should probably say hello to.”

Fortunately, she wasn’t lying. Her father’s right-hand man had just arrived, and it gave her the perfect excuse to hightail it away from the couple before her contempt for Veronica came out of hiding. That poisonous woman didn’t deserve Roger, but it’s not like there was a lot Allison could do.

Diana showed up not too long after that. Allison gave her roommate a heartfelt hug, relieved she had someone she could walk around with rather than flitting from group to group on her own. The two girls giggled and relaxed as Diana told Allison all about Aspen and the cute guy she’d met and had a fling with. Allison chuckled, but couldn’t help feeling sorry Diana and Chad obviously weren’t going to become an item. In fact, over dinner, Diana was already eyeing the offerings around the room before dismissing them all as being ‘too stuffy.’

After the food was cleared away, a few people drifted toward the dance floor, some of the men—including her father—disappeared outside, which probably meant they were going to smoke cigars, and others table-hopped as conversations picked up again. Left alone at their table, Allison was about to tell Diana about the Christmas present Todd had sent and get Diana’s opinion when Roger approached them.

“Good evening, ladies. Excuse me for interrupting, but I was hoping Allison would give me this dance?”

Even though she’d much rather stay and talk to Diana, there would be plenty of opportunity later, and she didn’t want to hurt Roger’s feelings again by rejecting him over something as simple as a dance.

“Yes, thank you.” She put her hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet.

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