Page 56 of Don't Make Me Beg
Luka’s smile beams, and I know he’s loving this unspoken challenge between us… or maybe he’s just enjoying watching me suffer trying to keep up with him.
When my teeth start chattering, I get my answer.
He breaks the stare first and kicks off his boots before peeling his soaking wet t-shirt over his head. Then he pushes his pants down to his ankles and steps out of them. He pauses at the waistband of his boxer briefs, and it’s only then that I realize I’m holding my breath and staring because he gives me a flirty wink and whispers, “You wish.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes, wishing I had a better rebuttal, but we both know he’s right. I was gawking—again.
He opens the dryer and pulls out a warm towel, which he drapes over my shoulders. “Hang tight, I’ll grab you some dry clothes.”
I start to argue and tell him I’m more than capable of grabbing my own clothes to change into, but something tells me his offer isn’t up for negotiation. Besides, all my pajamas aren’t exactly warm, nor appropriate for that matter.
After he disappears, I wrap the towel around my wet clothes and make my way down the hallway, taking inall the personal touches sprinkled around the space that I didn’t notice before.
When I get to the sitting room, I pause in the doorway, remembering my parents’ no children allowed rule, but then I remember this isn’t their house anymore, and I enter the room on principle.
A framed photo on the sofa table catches my eye, and I take a step closer to get a better look.
In the picture, Luka and Guy are standing proudly in their Halloween costumes, Guy is dressed as a famous soccer player, and Luka is dressed as some anime guy from one of his video games. Guy’s smile is beaming at the camera, but Luka’s distracted by something and looking to the side. A small smile tips at his lips, but his eyes are what grab my attention. He looks so happy and completely enamored with whatever he’s looking at.
I think I secretly went as Chucky that year. My parents never celebrated Halloween, so I’d always go over to Luka’s and change into my costume there. Mrs. Kingsley would always help me with my makeup and costume before taking us trick-or-treating. Then she’d help me clean it all off before sending me home with my belly full of candy.
Now that I’m older, I realize there’s no way my parents didn’t know what was going on, so I guess it was cool that they let me go every year. Maybe they wouldn’t have if they knew the type of costumes I was choosing, but Mrs. Kingsley’s makeup skills were good enough to keep my identity mostly hidden.
The sound of footsteps coming back down the stairs startles me, and I hurry to set the picture down, but my elbow bumps into something tall and narrow. It wobbles a few times, and I spin around to save it from falling, but immediately pull my hand away like I’ve just touched a hot stove.
Of course, Luka sees the whole thing, and I can practically feel his smile as he watches me attempt to pretend like he didn’t just catch me snooping.
My eyes go wide as they adjust and I fully take in all the details…The small patch of red pubic hair, trimmed into a nice landing strip, decorating the most realistic-looking replica of the female genitals I’ve ever seen.
Okay, it’s the first…andthe most realistic…Both statements can be true at the same time.
He grabs the object in question and twirls it in front of him like a baton. “What’s wrong, Girl Scout? It’s just a flesh-light. It’s not going to bite you or anything.” He holds it out to me as if to prove it. “Don’t worry, it’s clean,” he adds, as ifthat’swhat I’m the most concerned about right now.
I shield my eyes with my hand. “Whatisit? And why wouldn’t it be clean?”
The devil himself couldn’t even rival the wicked grin that spreads over Luka’s lips, and suddenly the context clues snap into place. I stand frozen in horror, hating that I just walked right into that one.
He wets his lips, his eyes flaring with heat as he holds the silicone mold out toward me. “This is a flesh-light.” His eyes never leave mine as he slides his middle finger inside to demonstrate. “It’s a male masturbation toy. Keeps things interesting and fun when you’re jerking off.” He adds a second finger, then slowly begins to pump his digits inside her.
I feel a thin sheen of perspiration break out over the back of my neck as warmth begins to pool between my thighs just at the sight of Luka’s clearly talented fingers stroking the toy.
Jesus Christ, who knew a man’s hands could be so attractive? I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at him the same way again.
“And why exactly do you keep yourtoyout in the open for anyone to see?” I finally manage to ask, feeling annoyed by my own embarrassment, at how easy I make it for Luka to tease me.
Luka makes a show of looking around. “Well… this is my home, and it’s not like I have a lot of guests over. I find that it’s a functional, easily accessible place to keep it.” He shrugs. “Besides, who doesn’t want to look at a pussy every now and then. I custom-built Susanna here, picked out the labia color and everything.”
“I really don’t need to hear the details.”
“Wow, Girl Scout, you sure are looking flushed right now. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s not like she’s real or anything.” He gives the toy a gentle kiss before setting it back down in the exact spot I found it. “If Susanna freaks you out, I’d hate to see how you’d react to my toy room.”
I jerk my gaze up to his, seeing amusement flash through his eyes. “You have enough sex toys to fill an entire room?” I hate that I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. I mean… the man’s house is a giant robot, so why wouldn’t he have an entire room designated for all his sex toys?
Perfect white teeth bite down on his bottom lip as he tries to hide his grin. “You want a tour? I’d be happy to show you my collection.”
“No, thank you. That won’t be necessary.” I take the folded dry clothes he’s still holding and practically run to the bathroom to change out of my sopping wet clothes.
“Offer’s there if you change your mind,” Luka calls from the other side of the door.
