The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

“Yes.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Like a leash.”

I chuckled. “Something like that.”

“And this part over here”-I tapped the top of the packaging, where there was another bullet shaped device, but this one was made of plastic-“is the remote. I can be up to ten feet away and change the speed.”

“Why would you want to be ten feet away?”

“Why?” Her innocence was making my dick so fucking hard. “What if I tied you to my bed and went into the other room so you couldn’t see what I was doing, and I wanted to surprise you with a change in speed? What if I put you in a bath and made you leave the bullet in your pussy, and I went into the bedroom to relax? Just two examples. I’m sure I could come up with more.”

Her teeth found her lip and bit down. “I like those.”

“You’ll get them-both and more. I promise.”

She continued to stare at it. “I’m a fan of the size.” The half-smile turned to a full grin. “That”-she pointed at my dick-“is intimidating as fuck, but this”-she nodded toward the bullet-“is something I can probably handle.”

“You’re going to handle me too,” I growled against her mouth. “Every fucking inch of me, and it’s going to make you come so hard that you’re going to scream.”

She whispered, “When?”

Our talk tonight had changed things. Even though I’d told her that I wanted to carry through with the lessons, I had gotten the sense that she didn’t believe me.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

That we were going to skip right to lesson five now that I’d told her I wanted more.

I held her cheek. “After three and four, I’m going to take your virginity.”

“So, we’re still really going to have five lessons?”

I lowered my hand to the center of her back. “There are no more lessons, Oaklyn. I’m no longer trying to scare you away. I’m also not trying to get you prepped for another dude. You’re mine. Every fucking piece of you is all mine.” I kissed her softly. “What I’m doing is taking small steps to get there, so we don’t rush things. I want you to experience every type of physical pleasure before we have sex.”

She flattened her hands against my chest. “I love the sound of that.”

“Good. Now, we have more shopping to do.” I tucked the bullet under my arm to free up my hand. “I think this is the smallest and calmest dildo they have, but are there any others you want to look at?” I wrapped my arm over her shoulders. “Any others you’ll let me try on you?”

She focused on the wall, checking out all the different options, the lengths, the widths, the upgrades. “I think I’m sold on the bullet.”

“Then, let’s move on.” I guided her toward the last section of the wall. “These are vibrators. They don’t go inside you; they just press against your clit.”

“Gosh, they have every single angle covered, don’t they?”

“Baby, there are a lot of spots on your body that can make you come.” I took a thin six-inch hot-pink wand off the wall and gave it to her. “The mushroom head sits at the top of your clit, and this one has six different speeds. And”-I read the description-“it can even beat to the rhythm of a song if you connect it to a playlist.”

She laughed.

“They have heads that are much larger”-I nodded toward the top of the section-“and wands that are girthier and longer that have endless speeds. I don’t think you need something that large or complex.” I held the back of her neck, claiming her. “You have a tiny little pussy. This one will work perfectly.”

She gazed up at me with flushed cheeks. “And it’s pink, such a girlie choice.”

“That too.”

“Looks like we have our toys. Now what?”

I growled as I leaned forward and ravished her lips. This time, I went slower. I didn’t hurry. I didn’t pull away for several seconds either. When I finally did, I held her stare. “We go home and play.”

Oaklyn

“Y

ou know, it was between this and sushi,” Camden said as I took my last bite of filet. “Did I pick a solid choice?”

It was a chunk of meat that he’d grilled to perfection with caramelized onions. Although he’d tried hard to take over cooking the veggies and potatos when we got back to his condo after visiting the sex toy shop, I’d insisted on helping out. So, while he manned the grill, I stayed at the stovetop and sauteed a medley of sundried tomatoes and bok choy, roasted corn and snow peas-vegetables I’d surprisingly found in his fridge. And instead of baking the potatoes or boiling them, I’d thinly sliced them, coating the outside in heavy seasoning, browning and crisping them before I added cheese.

“Not just a solid choice. An amazing choice. I really love meat and fish; you can never go wrong with either.” I set my fork down to lift my wine. “This dinner has been perfect.” I glanced around the table that had already been set when we arrived, the lights that had been dimmed, the way the sunset was coming in through the tall windows that showed such a vast, beautiful view. “I wasn’t expecting this, honestly.”

“You thought I was going to pick you up at six, take you to a sex toy store, and not feed you?” He leaned back in his seat, having finished his meal as well, holding his drink close to his chest.

His recap sounded almost cold.

But that wasn’t how I’d felt while I was putting on a little makeup and getting dressed for tonight. When he’d called from downstairs, saying he couldn’t find a parking spot.