Page 53 of Seduced in Ink
If this was from Aaron, it would be an interesting night.
Her basket was filled to the brim with various dildos, vibrators, edible panties, condoms, lube, a couple of velvet ties, a mask, and God knew what else.
“Oh, dear God,” she whispered to herself and then started to dig into the basket, wondering if this was just a practical joke. Or did Aaron have something in mind that she might be ready for?
“Is that a…? Yep, that’s an anal plug,” she whispered, pulling it out of the basket. Everything was new, still in its packaging, and she just blinked, wondering what the poor person who had been forced to put this in their room had thought.
Maybe Aaron had brought it up himself?
Body humming in anticipation, she finally looked at the note and went red in sheer mortification.
These are for you, have a wonderful time. Don’t ask us how we knew. We saw your face. Weknow. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do. Okay, do everything we would do. A lot. But don’t tell us everything because…ew.
Madison shook with laughter, looking at the note and presents from Bristol, Arden, Holland, and Zia.
Apparently, the girls wanted her to have a very good time this weekend. And the fact that Bristol wanted nothing to do with it made total sense.
Madison’s eyes widened, and she took a look at the very thick dildo in the center. She unwrapped it from its packaging, trying her best to make her middle finger and thumb reach around the girth of it.
“I don’t know if that’s going to fit,” she mumbled to herself, holding back a laugh.
“We could always try it out.”
She froze and slowly turned to look at Aaron. He stood there, his hands in his suit pants’ pockets, the very visible line of his erection pushing at his zipper. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and her mouth watered.
She loved his forearms.
“Hi,” she said, her voice far too breathy.
“Hi there. So, I see you packed for a good weekend,” he said, his eyes dancing with laughter as well as lust and need.
“Um, this is a present. From the girls. Everything’s new. And now I’m going to go hide under the bed.”
“Oh no, I don’t think you are.” He prowled to her, fuckingprowled. She leaned back as he tugged on her hair and crushed his mouth to hers. The thick dildo lay between them, and she squeezed it, not meaning to. He pulled back, looking down at the turgid head.
“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to need the dildo with me around,” he promised, his eyes still shining with merriment.
“I don’t know what kind of line that was, but I did not expect you to ever say something like that,” she said with a laugh.
“True.” He studied her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. “How drunk are you right now?”
She raised a brow.
“I tasted vodka and lemon. It mixed with my whiskey quite nicely.”
“I’m not drunk at all,” she said. “Completely sober after that look.”
“That’s good. Very good. I only had two drinks, but I’m pretty sure I can get drunk on something else right now.”
“Should I ask how drunk you are?” she whispered, pressing her thighs together in anticipation.
“Not drunk at all. Now, what do you want to play with today?” he asked, his voice low. The sound went straight to her pussy.
“Um, maybe not the dildo. It honestly looks like it might hurt a bit.”
He smiled and trailed his fingers up her jaw.
“What about that itty-bitty little plug I see?”