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Jack’s eyes widen, his face paling. “Urethral...you mean...?” He covers his junk protectively, as though worried that Sarah and I are going to tackle him to the ground and use the plug on him.

“Yep!” She flashes Jack a bright grin, either not noticing or just ignoring the fact that he’s turning a weird shade of green.

“We can go back and get them if you want,” I say with a teasing smirk.

“I’m good,” he croaks out.

“Here we are,” Sarah announces as we reach the aisle for prostate stimulating toys. She picks out a few that are supposedly good for beginners while I wander around, eyeing the goods on display.

I catch sight of a package on the shelf and pick it up. My lips quirking at the words “controlled remotely. “What’s the range on this thing?” I ask Sarah.

Her eyes light up. “Oh yeah, this is cool. You can pair it with a phone and turn it on from pretty much anywhere. You can set a timer for it as well.”

I smirk and hang on to the package. Oh, his is going to be fun.

7

Jack

Under Sarah’s guidance, I end up going home with a couple of dildos, a butt plug, and a Fleshlight. The experience wasn’t quite as mortifying as I was expecting it to be, at least not once Alastor got out of the way and I could select my items without his condescending gaze on me.

Nope, the mortifying part comes later—when Alastor shows me his list.

“You need to pick a safe word,” he tells me. We’re parked just outside my building and all I want to do is make a break for it so I can disappear into the safety of my apartment. But I know Alastor’s not going to stop pestering me with this, so I may as well suck it up now.

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to bitch and moan about every- thing on this list, and I need to know when to take you seriously,” he explains.

“Can I see the list?” Dread and curiosity fill me in equal parts. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

He hands me his phon and I scan the list, my eyes widening as the hit every new item. “There are like ten things on here I wouldn’t want to do in a million years.”

“That’s just your kneejerk reaction because you’re all up tight and stuck in your vanilla ways,” he says with a shrug.

I narrow my eyes at him. ‘Maybe Ilikemy vanilla ways.”

He sighs. “Your vanilla ways aren’t going to help you get over Trent.”

I eye the list sceptically. “And you think sex in public will? Or group sex? Or pain play?”

“Like I’ve already said, I think getting you out of your comfort zone will help you move on from Trent. But I need you to pick a safe word so I know not to push you if there’s anything you really, really don’t want to do.”

“Well, I don’t want to have sex with a stranger,” I say automatically, glancing at the list again.

Alastor smirks at me. “Let’s just wait until the situation arises before you decide for sure.”

I roll my eyes. I really can’t imagine changing my mind about that, but whatever. I glance around the area around us looking for inspiration for a safe word. My eyes fall on the take away shop across the road and I give a nod. “Okay then. Kebab.”

Alastor arches a brow at me. “Kebab is your safe word?”

“Yep.”

With that decided, I get out of the car and head up to my apartment, letting out a breath of relief once I’m inside.

I spend the next couple of hours watching some TV, but I’m not really able to focus. My eyes keep straying to the sex store bag I dumped on the armchair when I walked in. I’ve never been all that curious about toys before; my hands have always been enough. But now that they’re here, right in front of me, I can’t deny I’m eager to try them out. Just then, my phone buzzes and I pick it up from the coffee table to see a text from Alastor.

Alastor King:Have you tried your new toys yet?

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