Chapter 6
6
I spent an hour standing in front of the men, my back to the fire, going over the various sex toys I'd pulled from the box. Even though they were fully grown, the guys acted like boys, coming up with lewd and totally inappropriate comments about each one. Fingertip vibrators, edible body powder, and nipple clamps were all hits. Joe even tried a clamp on himself, got it stuck and Mike had to help get it off. No way was I volunteering for that job.
I pulled a blow-up doll out of the box. “Here, can someone blow this up?”
“Mike will. He's so full of hot air!”
“Yeah, and he's had experience with blowing?—”
“Arty,” I interrupted. Shook my head. Too much information for me. Even though I worked part-time in an adult store, details of people's sex lives were not required. Nor wanted. Especially Mike's, or any of my other friends.
“Sorry,” he replied, contrite.
“A blow-up doll. Awesome!” Mike got to work, finding the little air valve and filling the doll up, one breath at a time.
“While Mike's taking care of that, here's the next thing I want to show you. It's a paddle, if you're interested in spanking play or even BDSM.” I heard Jack laugh. At me. I felt my cheeks flame and I avoided looking his way. I passed it around and they tested it against their hands.
“How do I introduce this to my wife?” Tom asked, hitting his palm gently with the fur lined side. For once, someone had a serious question. Or at least I thought so.
“You say Bonnie, this is Paddle. Paddle, this is Bonnie's ass!” Joe replied to roars of laughter.
Jack cracked a smile and shook his head. Tom laughed along with the others but I knew he really wanted an honest answer.
“Well,” I started. The men quickly quieted down, realizing they were getting some inside info on women and sex. And spanking. For some reason, men were a little obsessed with spanking. “You could tell her it was something you'd been thinking about and that it really turns you on. Maybe try just spanking her with your hand first, perhaps a little playful swat while you’re intimate. See how she takes to that.”
Tom nodded. The other men looked at me thoughtfully as if considering my suggestion. No doubt a woman's red ass was the main vision in their minds.
Mike was doing a pretty good job of inflating the blow-up doll. It was starting to take on its form in all its naked glory.
Arty stood up to get another beer and Joe smacked him on the ass with the paddle. The men erupted into roars of laughter and high fives.
I laughed, too. “Maybe not quite like that. If you think that part of your wife or girlfriend is really hot, then tell her so. I can't say for sure how she'll react, but telling a woman you think she's hot or something about her turns you on, it goes a long way.”
The men nodded their heads sagely. Jack watched me as he took a swig of beer.
“Hey, this is a guy!” Mike called out, outraged.
He held up the fully inflated male doll. Including the eight-inch penis.
“What the...” Joe said.
I held up my hand for silence. Clearly the men were expecting an anatomically correct woman. “I brought the guy doll to demonstrate this last item. A cock ring.” I pulled it from the bottom of the box and held it up. It had two circles joined together in the middle, in the shape of a figure eight.
“Hey! Let me see that!” Mike shouted.
I tossed it to him and sat down on the arm of the empty wing chair by the fire.
“This, from what I've been told, helps a man stay in the game longer than normal. I know I showed you toys specifically designed for your wife or girlfriend, but this is something that you use and she'll definitely benefit.”
“What's this part?” Mike ran his finger along one of the circles.
“It holds your balls.”
Every guy cringed and groaned as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
“Oh, come on,” I grumbled. “You're all over the idea of clamps digging into a woman's nipples.” A few of the guys nodded their heads, glazed over expressions clueing me in that they had serious breast fantasies. I darted a glance at Jack. He was staring at my breasts. He'd seen one of them earlier. Hopefully he wasn't visualizing it with a clamp attached. Even with that painful thought in mind, my nipples still tightened. Why did they do that every time Jack looked at me—them?
Maybe if Jack put them on me they’d be?—
“Um...don’t forget the added sensation adding those little weights I showed you. In comparison, the cock ring doesn't pinch or squeeze or anything.”
“How would you know?” Joe asked.
“Don't even talk about it,” Arty said at the same time.
I glanced between the men. None looked happy about the idea of something ratcheted around their junk.
“Fine, I brought the blow-up doll to demonstrate the cock ring. Mike, since you've got both, why don't you put it on him?”
Everyone froze in place. Mike's face was as red as his hair. “Um, on another guy?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “This guy is a balloon.”
Mike looked down at the doll, considering whether he'd have to go through with it, then laughed with visible relief. “It doesn't have any balls!”
He held up the doll, and sure enough, it didn't. For a sex toy, it was missing half of his important bits and pieces. So much for the full cock ring demonstration.
“Here, give it to me,” I said, and held out my hands. Mike tossed the cock ring back. I unsnapped the extra strap that went around a man's boys and tossed that portion into the box.
“What do I do with this?” Mike moved the blow-up doll back and forth, the eight-inch penis waving back and forth like a flag.
I took it from him and all of the men froze, this time I guessed from me holding a male blow-up doll and imagining all the ludicrous things I might do with it.
As if. Okay, only if giving a demonstration.
I took the ring and, holding the doll's very erect penis in one hand, slid the leather strap down. It wasn't a good fit as Mr. Blow Up was pretty darn big. I glanced at the men, who were watching with varying expressions on their faces ranging from lust to horror at how rough I was. My hands weren't gentle. In fact, it was a struggle to accomplish my task.
A loud snap reverberated around the room and the next thing I knew, the cock ring had flung out of my fingers, launched through the air and smacked Jack square in the middle of the forehead, falling with a soft thump into his lap.
I froze in place, mouth agape, my eyes on Jack's lap. All the guys stared, too. Jack was stunned into silence. He, too, looked down.
Oh, shit! Mortification didn't come close to how I felt. Out of all the guys in the room, why did the cock ring have a trajectory right for Jack? Everyone would be laughing right now if it had fallen into Mike's lap. It would have been a quick 'ha-ha' and be over.
But, no. Now I had to look at how Jack filled out his jeans, wondering if he was happy to see me or just naturally large. Very large. I gulped. My mind was completely in the gutter. Then I saw the cock ring, the snap reflecting the light of the fireplace, and I imagined Jack's cock wrapped securely in one, ready to slide into me. How it would give him the staying power—not that he probably needed it—to make me have multiple orgasms. My mind flicked back to the thoughts of his head between my thighs, my fingers tugging on his hair to keep him right where I wanted him. Yup, definitely in the gutter.
Heat flooded my cheeks as I walked over to Jack. I reached down to grab the cock ring from his lap, got within an inch of his Superman-sized package when he grabbed my wrist. His blue eyes met mine.
Electricity zinged through his gentle grasp and raised goose bumps on my arms. Holy shit, the look in his eyes was so hot I felt scorched.
He grinned, although that did nothing to subdue the electricity that crackled between us. “Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out,” he said, his voice low so only I could hear. I blushed furiously at his meaning. “Maybe later when we don't have an audience.” He waggled his eyebrows as he handed me the cock ring. I took it, and then quickly yanked my hand back as if I'd been burned. Maybe I had.
I swallowed, stepped away. The silence was broken by roars of laughter, Mike mentioning how Jack might need a cock ring to stay hard long enough to please a woman. Joe joked about the size of Jack's man parts. All kinds of crude, male locker room jokes, but to me, they only directed my thoughts to Jack and his very sexy package.
Taking a moment to get my mind back on the program and off Jack's crotch, I pulled the little plug on the blow-up doll’s air release, the eunuch man deflating with a big ssssssssss. I placed the wilted form onto a wingback chair.
“Mike has kindly offered each of you a personalized gift bag from Goldilocks,” I said, once the men quieted back down. “All you have to do is tell me what your interests are and I'll make up a package. He'll pick them up tomorrow and deliver them.”
“Yeah. I'm sick of hearing all of your sad, sorry sex stories on poker night. No more excuses,” Mike joked from his relaxed position in his recliner.
“So, what would you like?” I asked, glancing at each guy. Arty picked up his beer and kept it near his mouth. Joe clamped his lips tightly together, crossed his arms over his chest. Not everyone wanted their sexual proclivities shared with their buddies. It was one thing to share exaggerated truths of their manliness over a game of poker, it was quite another to tell them they liked their wife to use a strap-on on them.
Jack stood up and went to get another beer from the bar. The ultimate in avoidance. I was slightly relieved by the gesture as I really didn't want to know if he had any weird fetishes. It would so ruin my fantasies, or depending on what they were, only add to them.
“Mike, why don't you go first?” I asked, hoping he wouldn't care if everyone knew what he'd like in his sexual goody bag. Besides, if he didn't tell, then none of his friends would either. In this case, it was practically the host's responsibility to share.
He eyed his friends, took a deep breath and said, “I'm into domestic discipline.”
The room was silent except for the crackling logs in the fire. Jack froze in place halfway back to his seat, Arty choked on a nut he'd pulled from the little bowl on the coffee table. Joe whacked him on the back, his eyes never leaving Mike. Bob just looked confused.
I raised my eyebrows, processing. After about five seconds, I realized I had to say something. No one else was going to. “Domestic discipline. Huh.” I pulled on my earlobe. “I, um...have to say I don't know what that is.” I gave a kind smile to Mike, knowing he'd put himself in the sexual confession limelight.
Mike grinned. “It's when the man is in charge of the home and you discipline your wife by giving her a spanking when she's done wrong.” He leaned back, pulled the lever on the recliner, the foot rest rising up, and took a swig of beer.
The men were quiet for a moment, then started laughing and making more lewd jokes. Jack picked up the paddle from the coffee table and handed it to Mike, smiling. “Here, you'll need this.”
I sat back down on the arm of the chair again, letting the men take verbal jabs at each other. Mike didn't seem to care he was the brunt of all their jokes. I knew Mike, knew he’d never settle down with a meek and submissive wife and that this domestic discipline thing wasn’t his thing. He might like to spank a woman as kink or even go all alpha male on her, but that was it. Why he’d chosen to hide his true wants was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to think on it too hard. But his words had the desired effect. He’d broken the tension of sharing.
“Okay, so I know what kind of bag to make up for Mike.” It was my job not to poke fun of anyone's sexual variations, true or not. In fact, I was supposed to help them find what they needed to get the job done, so to speak. “Who's next?”
When no one spoke up, probably afraid of feeling like they were back in seventh grade and being picked on because they were different, it was clear the tension was back. “How about this? Why don't you guys get some more to eat while each of you comes up and tells me privately? What you tell me will be kept in confidence.”
The others seemed to relax with that. Mike led the way to the food laid out on the bar. Joe, Arty, Tom, Rob and Colin came one after the other sharing their interests. I could see why they didn't want to share with the group. They definitely had kinky and kooky wants. I took mental notes and promised them each really great gift bags the next day.
Jack came over last. I admired how his biceps stretched the short sleeves of his T-shirt, how his waist tapered to trim hips. I wanted to run my hands up under the front of his shirt, see how hard his abs really were. I had an idea they were of the washboard variety, but I wanted to find out firsthand. Maybe even lick them.
Up close, I could see lines around his eyes I hadn't noticed before. Tension headache? Concussion? He stood near enough for me to breathe in his appealing scent once again. I tried to identify it. It wasn't cologne. That was always so cloying and unappealing and worn by men with lots of chest hair and gold chains showing. This was different. Manly. Woodsy. His beard had grown in even more, the dark stubble making him look rakish and dangerous. I sounded like a romance novelist, but it was true. I wanted to feel how soft it was…between my thighs.
God, I had an obsession with him going down on me.
“Nice party, Miller. I had no idea this is what you did for a living. I was under the strange impression earlier that you were a plumber.” Jack tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, kept his piercing blue eyes fixed on me.
I raised an eyebrow at his tone. He wasn't being funny. “I keep busy. You didn't talk much tonight.”
“Not much to say when a woman eagerly tosses a cock ring in your lap.” One side of his mouth ticked up. “Just so you know, I don’t need one of them for staying power. And talking? Not needed, other than to ask, 'Where do you want it? In your mouth or?—'”
“You wish, Reid,” I said, cutting in, not letting him finish his obscene, and admittedly very erotic sentence. My or clenched and got wet.
Hot, manly pheromones were rolling off Jack in waves. Sexual chemistry was not a problem for us. He was right, perhaps it was best if we didn’t talk. Other things though…
Jack rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. I didn't say much because I don't kiss and tell.”
Nope, Violet did. “About your gift bag?”
Jack lifted a hand and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. His fingertips brushed the sensitive skin there and sent tingles throughout my body. “Are you asking me what I like to do in bed?” he whispered, his warm breath on the side of my neck.
Hoo wee. Not only was I asking, I was picturing him in bed. With me. And it involved a lack of clothing and a whole lot of?—
“I like kinky,” he commented, repeating what he'd told me when I dropped him off at the ER.
“What do you consider kinky, Jack?” I wasn’t asking because I wanted to know. Nope. No way. I was just doing my job. That’s it. But still, I stopped breathing while I waited for his answer, my mind whirling with possibilities, hoping for some stupid, insane reason that he wasn’t into whipping or animal fetish or some other way-out-there kink that would force me to permanently erase him from my fantasy list.
Jack chuckled and planted a chaste kiss on my cheek. “Why don’t you fill my bag with toys that you’d like and then we can discuss it in more detail?”
His lips were pure velvet seduction on my face, and I wanted more. Damn it. Why did he have to be so hot and such a two-faced jerk? “Not in this lifetime, Jack. You were so ten years ago.”
I walked to the kitchen to thank Mike and didn’t look back, afraid Jack would see the lie in my eyes. I was always a horrible freaking liar because my interest in him was right now. This minute.