Chapter 14

Vanessa Vargas

The elevator opened and I walked out, trying my hair with the towel, ensuring my robe was tied.

"Done already?" I asked.

He handed me the fully charged vibrator first.

"Tomorrow we will set up your personal library." He had his other hand behind his back.

"Okay." I nodded.

He smiled.

"Proud of your work?" I asked.

"I think you're gonna be surprised. It turned out very well." He said.

"You should just leave it, it'll be weird if you hand it to me."

"Nope. I'm going to watch you hold it, and your reaction, then will I leave." He pulled his hand from behind his back and my entire body faltered as my stomach rolled.

"There's no way." I looked at him, he set a bottle of lube on my couch.

"You're the lock and I'm the key sweetheart. It'll fit just fine. Now, while you're using it, imagine how the real one would feel." He smiled.

"Sei stato fatto per me."

You were made for me.

I took it from him, waiting to actually look at it until he was gone.

He laughed, grabbing my hair softly tugging my head back before he kissed my forehead.

"Have fun. If you need me... well, I'm not far." He walked out without looking back and I finally looked down.

The veins. On the base, there was one, long vein I knew already would hit the right areas.

Half of me was terrified, the other half curious.

Well then.

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I never particularly pleasured myself before. If I felt something, I suppressed it.

I was... nervous to say the least.

But I wanted to know what he would feel like.

And he didn't even have to know how much I may like it.

I locked the door to my bedroom, undoing my robe.

I laid myself down, propping up my head with pillows.

I opened my legs, reminding myself it was just me.

And I turned in the vibrator.

As soon as I pressed it to my clit I groaned, not expecting the sensation to hammer through me.

I hummed, letting myself fall into my bed, relaxing, the feeling so good.

I looked at the rubber toy, half terrified.

But I was determined.

I grabbed the bottle of lube I set beside it, turning off the vibrator, as I coated it, not trying to think too much.

I was nervous, but I laid back down, opening my legs, rubbing the rest of the lube on my fingers, on myself.

I took a deep breath, gently directing it where it should go.

I knew in this position it would hurt worse, but I wanted to see.

I had control over what I did.

I felt too full after just the tip, but regardless, I took another deep breath before pushing it within me further, the feeling of the vein so prominent I wondered how the real thing felt.

I couldn't push it entirely in, feeling stuffed but I began directing it in and out, feeling myself stretch to it, molding myself around the toy.

I already felt myself feeling something I haven't felt before.

I assumed that it was the beginning of the build I read about in books.

I began moving it quicker, my own moans and whimpers filling my room.

I imagined foreign words of Italian being spoken to me.

I shuddered, pressure, so much of it bubbling in my lower abdomen.

I moved it faster, slightly deeper, caressing a spot so good I saw stars.

Then I trembled, feeling a bizarre release, realizing, I just got off for the first time.

And I didn't need him in the same room as me to use him to get off.

I laid there, picking up the vibrator, putting it on low as I pressed it to me.

I grabbed my phone.

Me: You won.

Unknown: You got off?

Me: Goodnight Spade

Spade: Good girl, goodnight Ace.

I sighed, wanting to feel that again.

I imagined it to be better though.

Maybe I did it wrong.

I didn't care. I did something.

Now I wanted a bagel. With extra cream cheese.