Toy torture is so much fun. Will Justine continue to be good, or will inviting Mia home, push her over the edge? Let me know what you think, and hit that thumbs-up button and drop those gems.
Lola - on the evening of Thursday, the 6th Today has been different. I love that Damien cooked breakfast and buttered me up with shortbread cookies. However, his sweet actions came with a challenge or torture for today. I never thought I’d try anal like this, but you must start somewhere. Justine is very gentle, helping me adjust to the toy. It feels nice, though; the plug isn’t too big or uncomfortable, about the size of two fingers. The vibrations are a different story altogether. I’m not complaining; Damien is generous with the pulses and rest breaks. However, he’s driving me crazy as I haven’t been able to fully orgasm, only edge. When Justine kisses me, I want to melt every time. I’m able to peek but not with any length of pleasure because of Damien’s control. It’s frustrating, and he’s paying for this later, but I must figure out how. Then I’ll give him my gift. I could buy it without him noticing, too, as he isn’t far and occasionally watches for our reactions. Justine pul
Mia and I work tirelessly to try on different dresses. Some don’t even make it on before she veto’s them. Like a doll, I twirl and curtsy to her demands happily. “I miss you, Lo’. We seriously need a girl’s night-in soon,” Mia hounds while we shop some more. “I bet if I ask Justine, she’ll say yes for tonight,” playfully wiggling my brows. “You’re on, but what do I get,” she says, eyeing Damien while we talk. “I’ll let you sit next to him at dinner,” I offer, and she agrees. We found the perfect dress for me, a clamshell bag, and shoes. Even the accessories, but we quibble over the necklace. Justine, of course, buys both, making Mia extremely happy. I know she approves even if she won’t say it yet. “Apparently, my boss is instant I go to lunch with you,” Mia says, baffled after Justine pays. “Then let’s eat,” I say, hooking my arm in hers and leaving the boutique. Over lunch, I get buzzed plenty through fits of giggles with Mia. She even coyly tells me the total my girlfriend p
Nathan - on the morning of Friday, the 7th It’s been over a week, and Lola’s still not back home or returning my calls. Daniel says it’s over, but I won’t accept that. I won’t just give up on my girl; she needs a break. Lola is reading my texts which shows me she’s still interested. But she doesn’t reply, aggravating me, and will pay for it later. I’ll make sure of it. We’ve been on a new job for the past few days. It helps to keep my body occupied physically, but my mind is still on her and not this grind. I’m at work for only a few hours when a new foreman relieves me. Saying I need to head to the home office for a meeting. Strange, but I go after a quick beer break with Daniel. I drink another on my way to the office. I parked outside the building, and one of the empty bottles fell to the ground. I throw it back into the truck and slam the door before entering. Several men from crews I worked with before are lounging around as I enter the room—a few look as if they are waiting
“How about we cheer you up by going to a club,” Brandy comes out of the shower again, wearing a towel, “I can get us in for free,” she flashes us her exquisite assets. “But I’m not in the mood for that,” I say, pawing at her ass. “No, this is the perfect idea. Come on, man. I’ll pay for drinks,” Daniel offers. Somehow they manage to convince me, and we’ve been in line for over an hour. This adds to my already aggravated state. At least Brandy’s rubbing my cock while we wait. I still don’t want to be here; I want to get drunk and fuck. “This is taking forever. Let’s leave,” I say when the line moves a few inches forward. “No! This outfit is too hot not to show off,” Brandy whines. Brandy is wearing a tight little black dress; her tits bounce with each move she makes. The bottom of it only barely covers her pussy and ass. She leans in closer, tempting me with her body. “We can have sex on the dance floor. Nobody will notice,” she moans in my ear. The idea intrigues me, but I don’
Lola - on the afternoon of Friday the 7th “Wake up, my sweet Lola,” Justine’s voice breaks through my sleepy haze. My eyes flutter open to the softest kisses from Justine. She just finished her international calls and insists we watch the sunrise. I’ve never done that before and have no plans to say no. The vibrant orange and pink colors in the sky make for a delightful view along with the sea of buildings. Damien even has breakfast ready, handing me a mug of hot chocolate with a kiss. We ate fresh biscuits with sausage gravy on the second-floor balcony overlooking downtown. It’s spectacular, being forty stories up. The breathtaking view, with the added cuddling, is sublime for planning the rest of the day. “Lola, do you want to lay back down?” Damien asks me after I yawn. “No, not yet,” I say, cuddling him closer. His kiss on my temple helps to remind me of the gifts I got them. Butterflies bloom in my stomach, getting so excited to share my surprise. I bound up and scurried in
The lights dim and flicker again when he approaches my neck, but Justine isn’t back yet. That makes me pout through his advances. I start to get up, but Damien distracts me with his touch. Not that I mind. However, I wish Justine were here too. “Justine's going to miss it. Where is she?” I ask, looking around, “We should go find her,” I say upon parting lips. “No, Lola, just watch,” he says with another kiss on my lips. Damien gently turns my face to the stage, kissing my neck and shoulders. Only one dancer comes out this time, her back is to us, but she looks over her shoulder. Her face is covered with a half veil, but I recognized those eyes. Justine’s dressed like a sexy belly dancer, and a lot of her skin is showing. But what’s covered is in a sheer blue gypsy outfit with silver accents. The colors make her pale skin glow. “Oh my god, it’s Justine,” I gasp, grabbing his thigh. Damien moans holding me closer to him as I try to get up. I’m squirming, trying to get away, but he
Lola - on the Late Evening of Friday the 7th “Where the fuck have you been, Lola?” Nathan stutters reeking of booze. I’m stunned. I didn’t think I would see him so soon. I haven’t missed his treatment or possessive behavior as he swings me around to face him. “That’s none of your fucking business, Nathan. We broke up, remember!” I move out of Nathan’s hold, under his arm like I was taught. But I was stupid and went in the wrong direction. Now I’m trapped between him and the stalls. I stare at Nathan, terrified of what he will do next. His nostrils are flaring, and the other fist flexes open and closed. “I’m talking to you,” Nathan’s hand comes up, blocking my path. “Leave me alone,” I demand, trying to push past him. “I don’t fucking think so, Lola,” Nathan snaps, He pushes me up against the nearest wall with a hard thud. My vision flashes, and there’s a ringing in my ears as he smacks me. I’m now pinned between him and the cold concrete, frozen stiff with fear as blood rushes
The cop car Nathan’s in isn’t far away, and he’s glaring at me. The look sends cold chills down my back as Damien helps me out of the ambulance. I pull him closer to feel safe, and the cruiser pulls away with Nathan, watching me kiss my savior. “Thank you, Damien, for saving me again,” I say as we hug. I never want to let him go, but he’s too quiet and stiff as Justine kisses me in his arms. She fawns over me tenderly, getting into the SUV. They are both acting overly protective and soft toward me. “My beautiful Lola, I love you, and I’m so sorry,” Justine cries while holding me. “I love you too, and there’s nothing for you to be sorry for. Nathan did this,” I say, with my voice grating and feeling like gravel. “Okay, no more talking till we get you to the doctor,” Justine says sternly. “What doctor?” I whisper, yet my voice cracks. “Lola, I love you, but shush now,” she says tenderly. Justine presses a finger to my lips to silence me. She shakes her head no more. I kiss her f