Page 38 of Giving It to the Monster

Chapter Seven

Simon granted her the divorce without any question. Natasha only had to wait some time for it to go through and then she’d be a free woman. She didn’t have to meet with him to discuss anything. He was totally cut out of her life, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The bruises on her face faded, and the doctor that came to see her gave her a clean bill of health. She didn’t have to go to the hospital to get it either.

Saint also hired her to work at Dirty Deeds with Elena and Sarah. It was fun hanging out with the two women, and she got to learn a lot about sex toys. The ones she had bought were still wrapped in the packaging. Saint wasn’t home all the time, and she didn’t know why she wasn’t using them. Would he know?

Some of the customers at the shop asked her questions. When she couldn’t answer them, and pointed Elena and Sarah at them, the two women advised she become acquainted with some of the toys. They each had an understanding, and Elena suggested she start with the two she’d already bought.

After returning home one evening with a text from Saint letting her know he was going to be late, she went into her bedroom, and took the items out of the bag. Staring at them on the bed, she took a deep breath, and removed the outer packaging.

“So far, so good.”

Touching the silicone dildo, she noticed how firm and textured it felt. It was nowhere near the feel of a real cock, nor did it arouse her like a real one.

Still, it had been a long time since she’d had sex, and being around Saint was making her hornier than any other time in her life.

“Ugh, it should be easy. So easy. So damn easy.”

Removing her clothing, she lay out on the bed, and calmed herself down. Resting her hands on her stomach, she started to caress up to touch her breasts. Pinching her nipples, she cupped her tits, squeezing them together. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Saint. It was always Saint, and it had never stopped being him.

She pictured him entering the room, and seeing her. He’d come over to the bed, and she’d see his rock hard cock pressing against the front of his pants. He’d take it out and demand that she suck it. Once she opened her lips, and had him in her mouth, he’d touch her. He would start with his fingers on her nipple, tweaking the hard bud, moving to the next one. Saint would pinch her, creating a little bite of pain, and soothing it out with his hands. Down his fingers would go, and her own hands matched what he was doing.

Sliding her fingers between her thighs, she imagined his hands, two fingers sliding in deep.

She was wet. Getting her fingers slick, she drew them up, teasing her clit.

Grabbing the dildo, she licked the tip, and sucked it into her mouth before pressing it between her thighs. Circling her clit, she dropped it down, and slowly started to ease it inside her.

“Holy fuck,” Saint said.

Opening her eyes, Natasha gasped, seeing the man of her fantasies standing right there. She had left the door partially open, and now he stood there, staring at her. Had she done it on purpose, wanted him to be there?

“Saint,” she said.

“Don’t stop.”

He removed his jacket, and stepped up close to the bed.

“I—”

“Put the dildo back in your pussy.”

“You’re not disgusted by it?”

He opened the button of his jeans, and pulled them down to reveal his cock. Saint was bigger than she remembered, all of him was. “Does this look disgusted?”

“No.”

“Then put it back in. Let me see your tight pussy suck it in, trying to fuck it like a real cock.”

Tease him.

Make him do it.

Take this chance, hold onto it, and never let it go.

Going to her knees, she held the dildo up. She saw it glistened with her own juices. “Why don’t you make me?”

“That an invitation?”

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