11. Jenny
Right when I was thinking I made a good choice in men for once, he pulls a stunt like this. I feel violated and embarrassed. Men I’ve never met before now know that I have a butt plug with a purple gem on the end. I’m humiliated, and if he thinks I’m attending any company gatherings, he’s wrong.
I follow Eaton back downstairs and outside. It’s dark now, but motion lights kick on the second we step out onto the gravel driveway. Across from us sits a huge garage that’s almost as big as the house.
“This isn’t where I want to take you, but I thought maybe seeing this might help my situation.”
“I doubt it,” I say, happy that I saw some furnished guest bedrooms upstairs because I’ll need one tonight. Unless my bed is still at my place. I’ll gladly sleep in an empty apartment if it’ll put some space between me and this overbearing man.
He has one of those fancy locks that you open with a code and he says the numbers out loud as he punches them in, for my benefit, I’m sure. Walking through the side door, I wonder what the hell he thinks could turn my attitude around that’s in a garage. Then he flips on the lights, and I understand.
Stacked against the far side are all my boxes of jizz and dildos. On the adjacent wall is a gas cooktop and a commercial vertical autoclave that puts the one in the rental space to shame. Tears prick my eyes, and all my anger dissipates into nothing. Sectioning the space off are two ten-foot stainless steel tables with a pot rack mounted on one end that already has a large pot, spoon, and funnel hanging from hooks.
“There’s a sink going in over there, but the plumber can’t get here until tomorrow.” Eaton’s hands are tucked into his pockets and he looks properly chastised and nervous as hell at the same time.
Goddamn it. I don’t like to see him upset. “This is really thoughtful.”
“You like it?”
“How could I not?” I walk over and inspect the autoclave. This must’ve cost him thousands of dollars. Why would he do this for a virtual stranger? Is this what love bombing is? Am I walking into a toxic situation? “This is too much, too soon.”
“Why? It benefits me as much as you.”
“How?”
“If I’m not working, I want to be with you. So that means if you’re at that kitchen until all hours of the morning, I’ll be there too. And I’d gladly do it if it meant spending time with you. But if you’re here, I can tinker in my woodworking space while you make jizz.”
I smile at how that statement would scandalize most people but is normal speak for me. “I was working up to this. After I talked Daniel into investing the rest of the money, I maybe could’ve bought a portable cooktop. And while I couldn’t have afforded anything this fancy, I could’ve bought a stovetop version.”
“That’s the other thing. I don’t want Daniel investing. If you need an investor, I’ll do it.”
“No.” The one word is spoken with as much finality as I could put in it.
“I don’t want your ex having access to you, especially after meeting the prick.”
“And I don’t want to mix business with my love life. It’s why I never asked Daniel for money until we’d broken up.”
“Jenny, the guy is a manipulative asshole who’ll hang his investment over your head to get whatever he wants.”
“He can’t get anything from me anymore; we’re not together. That’s the whole point.” I’ve let Eaton walk all over me for two days now, but he won’t get his way with this.
“What if I found you another investor?”
“No. This is my business, and I’ll make all of the decisions.”
“Okay.” He concedes, but I swear I hear, “For now,” muttered under his breath.
I sigh, all the excitement of the day finally catching up to me. I’m exhausted and could really use a glass of wine to calm my nerves.
“Ready to see where you can hide from me?”
“Is it hiding if you know where it is?”
“Hush now. Follow me.”
We walk back outside, and this time, we go past the side door to the house and walk around to the backyard. Crunchy gravel gives way to cushiony green grass, and I remove my sandals to feel the cool, soft earth beneath my feet. The bay comes into view, and though it’s too dark to see much more than the reflection of lights from the surrounding houses, just knowing it’s there is relaxing.
Another round of motion lights kick on but these are soft and ambient sconces that follow the perimeter of the fence separating his property from the neighbor as well as in circular metal lanterns hanging from a wooden pergola. It sets a relaxing mood for comfy outdoor seating and?—
“A swing?” I climb on the huge, circular bed that has soft cushions and pillows. A choking noise sounds from behind me and I realize that I just gave Eaton a show due to my short dress. Not wanting to get caught wearing granny panties like yesterday, I dug out one of my few thongs. It was a mistake because that piece of floss is wedged up there so far, I’m worried it’s become one with my crack.
Except the way Eaton’s looking at me right now has butterflies swarming in my belly, so maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all. It’s nice to feel this desired by a man, and of course, it doesn’t hurt that he looks like a real-life lumberjack. But even if he didn’t, I’d still be attracted to Eaton. He has a heart of gold, even if it’s occasionally misguided.
He clears his throat. “Anyway, I’ll know that if you’re out here, you need space, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Okay.” I stretch out on the swinging bed, dreaming of being right here on a warm afternoon with a good book.
“Can I get you anything?”
“No,” I say and watch him turn to leave. I’m the one who wanted some space but now that he’s walking away, it’s not what I want at all. “Eaton?”
“Yeah, Baby Cakes?”
“I think I want to go to bed.”
His expression brightens. “Okay.”
I climb off the swing with plans to revisit it tomorrow. Hand in hand, we walk through the back door that places us in the kitchen. Looking around, I notice things I only grazed over before, like the high-end appliances. A question comes to mind. “Just how rich are you?”
He smiles, grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge and handing one to me. “My business has been very lucky. A couple of years ago, we caught the attention of a well-known TV director, and after making a few custom pieces for her, we took off. As it turns out, the furniture they use in talk shows or sitcoms takes quite the beating and was cutting into the bottom line to replace it constantly. Our process and fabrics are cutting-edge technology, so we landed some pretty lucrative contracts along with the stuff we do for local customers.”
“You should be proud of yourself.”
“You should be, too. You’re building a business off of something you love.” His eyes light with humor.
“I know I.C.B.I.N.J. isn’t socially acceptable and any kind of work in the sex industry is taboo, but I don’t know why. Most people have sex, whether it’s with a partner or alone, so why is it so wrong to buy or sell products that cater to whatever it is that turns you on?”
“I don’t have an answer for that.”
“And it’s really hard to have the kink that I do and be single. It limits a person to porn and fantasizing, but some of us have overactive imaginations and need sensory products to be fulfilled.”
“I know this is an important conversation for you and that the issues you’re bringing up deserve some attention, but Baby, my cock is so hard thinking about you watching porn while you use one of your dildos.”
I grin. He’s such a man, but I can’t fault him because my panties are quite moist myself. “Really? Because it was turning me on to hear you talk about contracts and cutting-edge technology.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t we take this upstairs?”
“You’re on, Mr. Beavers.” I bolt for the stairs, my heart skipping a beat at the sound of his heavy footfalls right behind me. The thrill of him chasing me, even though I want to get caught, only heightens my arousal.
I’m in a full-on belly laugh by the time I reach the landing, and his calloused hand wraps around my wrist. “Gotcha.”
He whirls me around and cradles my face, bending down to kiss my lips. His lips on mine send a rush of tingles throughout my body. How is it possible for me to go from being so mad to wanting him to rip my clothes off and do very dirty things to me?
His hands skim down my body until he reaches the hem of my dress. He pulls it up and over my head, taking a second to step back and take me in. My thong is black sheer mesh, so you can see everything going on down there, and the bra matches, so my nipples are also visible.
The look lighting up his eyes is downright predatory, giving me goosebumps. No one has ever looked at me like this before. I usually instigated sex with all my boyfriends, and I was fine with it. I know I have a higher-than-normal sex drive, so if I wanted something, I needed to ask. But now I realize what I was missing, and I never want to go back.
He whistles and swirls his finger in a circle. I do a slow turn, rolling my hips a little and hoping it looks sexy. By the time I face him again, I know I succeeded. He licks his lips, and there’s no hiding the bulge in his pants.
“Will you show me how you use the squirting dildo?” he asks. “I’ve been picturing it all day, but I know the real thing would be so much better.”
“Really? You want to see that?”
His head shakes vigorously. “Yes. Very, very, very much so.”
“Okay. How’s your shower?”
“Why?”
“Because it gets messy.”
One side of his mouth quirks up. “I’m the king of indestructible furniture, remember? That bed is spill-proof.”
“Oh my God, you’re right. I hate to admit this, but that makes us kind of perfect.”
“Indeed.” He slaps my ass to get me moving, something that’s fast becoming a habit.
I walk into the bedroom and pull out the nine-inch realistic dildo. “I also like the shower because I need something to suction it onto.”
“I’ll hold it,” he offers.
“Okay.” My kitty purrs thinking about how hot it’ll be to know he’ll be right there holding the toy and watching me fuck myself on it. “There are two types of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Jizz. The first one has coconut oil and food-safe ingredients, so it’s best for face squirting and swallowing. The second is a water-based lube and is safe for penetration. What do you want to see?”
“That’s tough. I want to see both.” He places a finger on his bottom lip, really giving it some thought, which amuses me. “How about penetration this time? That way, I can fuck you, and it’ll be like you’re my own personal cum slut.”
My lips part, but no words come out.
“Shit. Sorry. Was that offensive? I didn’t mean that’s what I think of you as.”
“I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked by a group of men. It turns me on to think about being covered in cum, inside and out,” I admit. “I like a little degradation.”
“Do you?” He stalks over to me, grips me by the throat and pushes me up against the wall. I suck in a sharp breath, my nipples so tight now they could cut diamonds. “I can’t give you the real fantasy, but maybe we can work on a pretend one because, Baby Cakes, I don’t share what’s mine. I’m the only man who’s allowed to fill your holes.”
“And I.C.B.I.N.J.”
“I said man, not toy. I’m not threatened by anything in that drawer because I know you’ll always prefer my cock.”
I nod, swallowing hard as he grinds his hard length against me. “There’s nothing else that compares to what you do to me.”
“Good girl. Now get on the bed and show me what a good cum slut you can be and maybe I won’t put you over my knee and spank your ass raw.”
“Would you?” I gasp out. I’m not afraid; I’m so turned on it hurts.
“That was supposed to be a threat. It’s not a punishment if you want it, but I can’t control if you’re purposely naughty.”
I hear the message loud and clear; if I ever want that, all I have to do is misbehave, something I’m good at. He releases me, and I immediately miss the claiming touch. His hand around my throat is another fantasy I’ve never experienced but now want more of.
Bravely, I announce, “I want you to choke me when you fuck me.”