15. Ally
Chapter 15
Ally
Nine months later, Friday, June 1
A new toy to play with
There’s a package sitting on my bed when I return home late at night after dinner with my uncle Daxton.
A discreet package.
My cheeks flush with embarrassment, imagining my mother accepting this package from the delivery man and placing it on my bed, not knowing what’s inside. I still can’t believe I ordered this thing online.
It was one night last week when I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep because I was so sexually frustrated, underwhelmed by the orgasm I’d given myself. I give myself orgasms daily, like Dan told me to all those months ago right before I auditioned for Juilliard. But my fingers have stopped being enough. I want to be fucked and to feel full. I caved in and ordered a dildo, blushing the entire time I placed the order.
No guy is going to satisfy my needs except the one guy I can’t have. I’m sure, if I applied myself, I could find a boyfriend, or at the very least, someone to take my virginity. But neither of those options are appealing unless the guy is Dan. And sex with Dan isn’t an option, as much as I want it to be.
This toy will have to make do.
I unwrap the box, my tummy fluttering as I hold the dildo. Using this dildo feels sordid and way too adult for me and… my pussy clenches at the thought of the orgasm this thing could give me.
I look at the toy’s instructions, wondering if the device is as amazing as the reviews say. Apparently, it does everything. The device is multi-functional, with different speeds, rotation patterns, and has a remote control. It has a suction cup base for mounting different surfaces, is waterproof, and even has an ejaculation function.
Being the only one home right now, I take advantage of the privacy and drop my panties. Lying on the bed, I lift my dress over my hips. The anticipation already has me soaked, so I place the head of the toy to my opening and slowly push inside, not utilizing any of its functions yet.
The dildo is big. Too big for me and already stings with just the tip inside. I’ve always heard sex can be painful for girls during their first time. I’ve only ever had my fingers inside me, and they have nothing on the size of this dildo.
Determined to get the pain over with so I can enjoy the toy quicker, I push deeper, wincing at the unpleasant experience and needing to brace myself with slow breaths. When I can’t take anymore, I pull the dildo out and sit up in disappointment. There’s blood. On my legs. On the toy. I knew to expect this, I just didn’t realize sex would be this painful.
Feeling foolish, like I’m some silly little girl playing with toys I shouldn’t, I give up and bring the dildo to the shower with me to clean up. I turn the water on and stand beneath the downpour, washing away the blood, telling myself I’ll try again another night. That hopefully next time it won’t hurt.
Right as I turn the water off, a buzzing sound startles me. I look at the toy on the soap rack, seeing the head rotate in small circles.
“You bought a toy.”
I gasp, wiping away a small patch of fog on the glass shower wall, finding Dan leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom with the dildo’s remote control in his hand. Thank God he’s the one who found the remote and not my parents. Though, I’m still hot with embarrassment.
“I thought you were out tonight,” I say.
A look of contemplation sits in his eyes. I’m burning up, dying to know what thoughts are running through his mind. “I wanted to come home and watch a movie with you.” Dan pauses, his brows drawn together as he studies the remote. “But now there’s something I want to do even more.”
Heat rushes between my thighs and a heavy pulse comes to life in my clit at the thought of what he could be implying.
“Fuck, Ally. Tell me to leave right now. Tell me you don’t want me anywhere near you, because finding you with this toy… fuck . There’s not a trace of decency in me tonight.”
My heart pounds so hard I can feel it. The dark look in his eyes, the rough tone of his voice, I’ve only truly seen this side of him once before, when he taught me how to touch myself. It’s a dangerous side, yet I think it might be my favorite. I should do as Dan says and tell him to leave. This interaction between us isn’t appropriate. He’s giving me a chance to stop this, being honest about his indecent intentions.
But I don’t want Dan’s composed side. I want the dominant side who tells me what to do with my body and praises me for it. The side of Dan I spend every day desperately wanting to see again.
“Ally…” Dan warns as the seconds pass and I remain silent. “Tell me to leave.”
“No.”
His eyes remain fixed on me for a long moment, fighting an internal war. Finally, he pushes off the doorframe and walks to me. Dan opens the shower door, his half-lidded gaze raking over my fully naked and wet body, drinking in the sight.
Cool air rushes into the shower, making my nipples tighten. My breath shudders and a thrill of excitement races through me. I know he’s seen me naked that one time before, perhaps another time if he watched me in the shower when I left the door open for him. But this is the second time we’ve been face to face like this, and I love the way he looks at me.
Dan’s focus shifts to the rotating dildo on the shelf behind me. He presses a button on the remote and the machine switches off. “Did you like using it?”
I press my lips together and shake my head. “It hurt.”
“You’re a virgin. Of course it did.”
“I think it was too big.”
“I bet. You’re tiny,” he mutters. That same look of contemplation returns to his eyes as they rake over my body. “I am seriously going to hell for this.”
“For what?”
Dan’s dark gaze flicks up to mine, his voice rough. “Let me watch you use the dildo.”
My eyes flare with shock and humility. My body has a different reaction, trembling with need. The ache in my pussy deepens, wanting this badly.
The softest chuckle leaves his lips. “You’re shy all of a sudden?”
I know he’s referring to the way I touched myself in front of him. All the times I’m alone in my bedroom and moan loud enough for him to hear what I’m doing to myself. Maybe even how I’ve showered with the bathroom door open. But using a dildo in front of Dan seems more intense. More… wrong.
It feels so much better when it’s wrong.
A shiver of arousal rushes through me, making me realize how much I like the thought of Dan watching me use this toy. “I don’t know how to use it properly.”
“I’ll teach you.”
The delicate muscles between my legs flutter, remembering the last time we had a lesson like this. “It doesn’t fit.”
“You just need to warm up and take it slow. Are you wet?”
I nod.
“Suction it against the shower wall.”
I chew my lip, equal parts confused and intrigued about what he has in mind. “How high?”
Dan takes the lead, suctioning the dildo down low, beneath my knee height. I stare at the thing, still confused about how I’m meant to use it at that height.
Reading my expression well, Dan directs me. “Get on all fours, Ally. Take it from behind. Most girls like it from that angle.”
Some sick part of me gets off on the dominance he shows right now and me submitting to anything he says. I drop onto my hands and knees, my face to the shower entrance where Dan stands. He takes a few steps back, creating distance between us to give himself a better view of my face, and sits on the edge of the bathtub.
“Rub your clit. You’re good at that from what I remember.”
Following Dan’s instructions, I hold myself up with one hand and touch my clit with the other, rubbing slow at first, my heart beating out of control. Being back in this scenario, where Dan teaches me what to do is exhilarating, and right from the start, I can feel my orgasm building.
“Good girl,” Dan murmurs, watching every move I make. “Gently push back onto the dildo.”
Aligning the tip to my opening, I sink back onto it, gasping as the head enters. The toy stretches me, but this time the pain isn’t severe. It’s hardly painful at all, instead a tight sensation now that I’m warmed up.
“That’s it, Ally,” Dan praises, his voice low. “Push back a little more. Let it stretch you open. It’ll feel so much better once it’s all the way in.”
Slowly, I take the toy deeper until I gasp from the fullness, my pussy pressed to the hilt of the dildo. It’s a feeling I’ve been craving for so long.
“Well done. Such a good listener, doing as you’re told. Are you imagining it’s my cock inside you?” Dan knows exactly what I need, and as I meet his gaze, I realize this moment isn’t really about Dan teaching me to use a dildo. This is our way of having sex, of Dan fucking me and claiming my virginity. So to speak.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good. Start moving back and forth, nice and slow.”
I do as he says, rocking on my hands and knees, adjusting to the dildo’s size each time it fills me up. Little whimpers leave my lips. All pain is gone and I’m overcome with how good it feels to be wrapped around something so long and thick. My hips find their own rhythm, undulating over the shaft. With each movement I make, I hear the wet sounds of my pussy, and when I look up at Dan, my gaze catches on the erection jutting against his jeans.
“Now you’re getting the hang of this.” He presses a button on the remote, and I feel the toy start to vibrate inside me. The vibrations send a shockwave of pleasure through my body, into my clit, and I moan softly.
“Feel good, baby?” His voice is hoarse.
“Yes,” I wince, trying not to be too loud.
“We’re the only ones home. No need to hold back. You can be as loud as you need to.” He presses another button, and I cry out as the head starts rotating, burrowing its way deeper inside me. “Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes glued to my body. “Take it faster now.”
I obey, picking up speed, my breath becoming shallow and ragged. I’m still damp from the shower and am now working up a sweat. My wet hair clings to my face and neck. I can feel an orgasm coiling deep within me, the sensation different from any orgasm I’ve experienced before. More intense. I’m desperate for it and chase the feeling, my ass slapping against the shower wall each time I impale myself on the dildo. The sight of me like this must be anything but pretty. I don’t recognize myself at all. I don’t care. I just need to come.
Dan marvels over the display I’m giving him. “Look how hard you’re working. Clench your pussy like I taught you to.”
I focus on his instruction, squeezing myself around the dildo, moaning as I try to make my muscles as tight as possible.
“That’s it. Feel how much more intense the pleasure is when your pussy has a dick to grip onto?”
I nod desperately, unable to talk.
“Do you like this, Ally, being on display for me? Doing filthy things you know you shouldn’t?”
“Yes.” He knows me so well.
“Could you just imagine if someone walked in on you right now and saw what a good girl you’re being for your stepbrother?”
The pleasure of this toy is so much more intense than I ever expected. It’s powerful and all-consuming, but it’s Dan’s words that makes my pussy quiver and clench tighter around the shaft.
“Squeeze harder, Ally. Come for me.” Dan increases the vibrations yet again, sending me spiraling out of control.
I scream as my orgasm hits, my whole body trembling. Pleasure courses through me, leaving my senses reeling as I come harder than I ever have before. Dan presses another button, and I feel hot liquid spill inside me as the dildo ejaculates. Another cry leaves me, my muscles still contracting, refusing to let go of the pleasure that Dan has given me.
When the orgasm begins to ease, I pull away from the dildo, catching my breath on my hands and knees.
Dan’s whisper cuts through the silence. “You’d take the real thing so much better than that toy.”
Panting, I look up to find him approaching with slow steps. He crouches right in front of me, my skin heating all over again as he gently brushes my wet hair back from my forehead. He looks me over, studying my face with a tortured expression in his eyes. His finger hooks beneath my chin, tilting my face up to his.
“You’re so pretty when you come, Ally,” he whispers. “You’ve worked so hard. You must be exhausted. Let me clean you up.”
Dan takes my arms, lifting me to my feet. He turns the shower on, the water warm and comforting, and detaches the shower head, silently washing the sweat off my body like I’m royalty and he worships me. I watch him, dazed and tingling with bliss. I’m in a dream I never want to leave.
His gaze moves lower, between my legs, and his jaw hardens. I realize the fake cum is leaking out of me. “I wish it was real,” I murmur. “I wish it was yours. I wish we could be together. You’re all I want.”
Dan’s eyes return to mine, dark and pained. He doesn’t say anything, just takes a washcloth and wipes away the sticky liquid. He knows as well as I do that what I want can’t happen. I don’t let it ruin the moment.
In some sense, it truly does feel like Dan and I had sex tonight. Not physically, but he was in control of that toy and telling me how to use it. He’s the one who gave me pleasure. It was the most vulnerable and intimate I’ve ever been, and it was with him.
When the water is switched off, Dan grabs a towel and wraps me in it, drying my hair and body. I expect him to leave now that we’re done, like he did when teaching me how to touch myself, but he scoops me into his arms, cradling me like I’m a delicate doll, and carries me back to his bed.
Dan lays me beneath the covers, completely naked, then strips out of his own clothes, down to his boxers, and joins me in bed. He pulls me into his arms, his hard cock against my back, his hands cupping my breasts, and with his lips on the nape of my neck.
“This is all one-sided.” My eyelids are heavy with the call of sleep. “I want to see you without your clothes on. I want to see you come. I want to make you come.”
“Not tonight. Sleep, my queen,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling my neck, his words giving me hope there’ll be a next time. And I do fall asleep, the most content I’ve ever been in my life.