by Kallysten
“So, what do you say?” he asked, pulling back to show her his smile. “Feel like giving it a try?”
In answer, she kissed him.
* * * *
Anando lay on the bed in the nude, propped against the pillows, one arm curled behind his head and his other hand slowly stroking his cock. He could count on his fingers the number of times Virginia had donned her strap-on since they’d custom ordered it for her a year or so earlier, but the ritual was always the same.
She always took the box into the bathroom and worked out the straps and buckles on her own, coming out again when she was ready.
He wished he could help her put it on the same way he always helped her take it off after they were done, but he understood that she needed that time to prepare her mind as much as her body. She always came out of the bathroom more assured, with the familiar gleam in her eyes burning more brightly.
They’d played some domination games, and she always chose the submissive role. When they played this one game, however, she tapped into the dominant inside her. Anando enjoyed all sides of her sensuality equally, but, maybe because he saw this aspect of her personality so rarely, he had to admit it felt special.
He heard the bathroom door open and the quiet click of heels in the hallway, and he grinned to himself already. He hadn’t seen her take the high heels with her. What else had she brought into the bathroom to get ready? He received his answer a second later and took in a sharp breath as he watched her approach, his hand now still on his forgotten cock.
He’d expected the strap-on, of course, but the attachment was new, and he’d never seen it on her. It curved up more than the usual one, and it was a little thicker, too, but what he couldn’t see of the toy might have been its most intriguing feature: a second length was connected to the first, this one curved the other way so that it pressed inside Virginia.
It was still now—although she had to feel the rigid-yet-yielding toy with every step she took—but when she started fucking Anando, the double-headed dildo would work on her, too.
As he had guessed, she was wearing heels. These had to be new because Anando didn’t remember the black, sky-high shoes. The black leather straps that encircled her feet and ankles echoed the buckles of the toy beautifully, and Anando already knew she’d bought the shoes for such an occasion, just like he knew he’d remember this night every time she wore the shoes outside the house. They both would.
She’d completed the look with another new piece, a black corset made of a translucent material that let both the boning structure and her skin peek through. It ended under her breasts, pushing them up and together in a nest of black lace and ribbons.
With her long hair flowing over her shoulders and a hint of mascara and eyeliner, she was a vision straight out of Anando’s most erotic wet dreams. His mouth felt dry, and his cock hard enough to pop if she only demanded it.
Satisfaction settled on her face as she watched him watch her. She had made the impression she was hoping for.
“You like?” she asked, standing beside the bed with a hand on her hip and the other tracing the length jutting out in front of her.
Anando nodded numbly. “‘Like’ is a poor word choice,” he said, his voice croaking a little because his mouth was so dry. “You look… God, Virginia, you look amazing.”
Judging from her small smile, his words pleased her, although she asked with a mock frown, “Should I be worried that you like me better with a dick?”
She punctuated her question with a tug on the strap-on, and her eyes widened for a second. That small tug must have shifted the dildo inside her.
With a weak laugh, Anando slid to the edge of the bed so that he was sitting in front of her, his hands beside him on the mattress, his cock standing thick and wet at the tip.
“I don’t like you better with a cock,” he assured her. “I love you. And I love that you have the confidence to wear this.”
He reached out for her cock, brushing his fingers along the underside, watching for her reaction as the counterpart moved inside her. The hitch in her breath sounded beautiful.
He lowered his voice to a deep whisper when he added, “And I love that you’re going to fuck me and yourself at the same time with this. Can’t wait to see your face when you do.”
Need flashed through her eyes. She couldn’t wait, either. But still…
“Too bad,” she said with a sweet, wicked smile as she pushed his hand off the toy. “Because you’re not going to see me. I want you on your hands and knees this time.”
Disappointment and excitement battled each other inside Anando. She usually took him on his back, where they could look at each other, where their hands could entwine over his cock. But she’d fucked him on his hands and knees before, too. And one time she’d been wild, unrestrained, pushing him through an orgasm that had almost made him black out, barely slowing down while he recovered, then starting again in earnest when she’d reached around to find his cock filling up again.
“But if you’re very good,” she said in a sing-song voice, leaning in so that their faces were a mere inch apart, “I’ll let you lie on your back after you come the first time. Or maybe the second time. We’ll see.”
Anando groaned, turned on beyond words. His cock twitched hopefully in front of him. Virginia caressed his mouth with hers before trailing her lips over his cheek and to his ear.
“In position, now,” she murmured.
Anando had rarely felt as uncoordinated as when he rolled over, settling the way she had asked onto his hands and knees, ass in the air and his cock bobbing up against his stomach. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Virginia retrieve lubricant from the drawer. He couldn’t suppress yet another groan as he watched her smear it over the toy.
She shot him an amused glance but didn’t say anything. He lost sight of her when she stepped behind him, but he could feel her now, feel her hot little fingers as they ran along the crack of his ass, then circled his opening wetly. She pushed the very tip of one finger inside and wiggled it, causing Anando to push back against her.
“Tease,” he accused.
Rather than answering, Virginia chuckled and pushed in two—no, three slick fingers, working them inside him slowly, retreating almost right away to add more lube. Anando tried to push back again, wordlessly begging for her to go faster, but she resisted his efforts. Giving up, he bowed his head into his folded arms.
“Not just a tease,” he mumbled, resigned to wait until she was ready to give him all she had. “A cruel, wicked tease.”
“Absolutely,” Virginia said, bending to press a kiss to the middle of his back while her fingers retreated once more. “And you know what? I learned it all from the very best.”
It took him a second to realize she meant him. At the same time, she lined up the tip of the toy with his slicked entrance and pressed inside him. Anando grunted when she stopped, one inch in, and started to pull back again.
“Something you want?” Virginia teased, but her voice wasn’t so steady anymore.
Anando tried to rear back, but her hands, tight on his hips, stopped him.
“For you not to have learned so well?”
“I’m sure you don’t mean that,” she said—and slid all the way inside him.
Anando’s back arched at the unexpected move, and although his mouth dropped open, only a harsh breath came out.
“Is this better?” The wavering in Virginia’s words was growing deeper.
Sparks tingling down his spine, Anando replied with a quiet, “Fuck.”
Virginia chuckled. “As you command.”
And she did exactly that. Her teasing forgotten, she rammed inside him, all strength and no finesse—perfect. Anando didn’t try to control his moaning, nor could he reach down for his own cock. It was all he could do to hold himself in place when each and every one of her thrusts threatened to push him away from her on the bed.
“I don’t know,” she said, stopping long enough to gasp, then starting aga
in, “why I waited so long to use this one. It’s—”
God, but he loved when she sounded like this, forgetting to restrain herself and letting out deep, almost animalistic grunts.
“Good?” he finished for her.
“Better than that. Like I’m… fucking you… and fucking myself, too.”
Anando’s chuckle was a soundless little thing that shook his body as she continued to move inside him.
“I don’t like saying ‘I told you so’ but—”
She bucked inside him, and Anando cried out.
“Liar,” she hissed, slamming her cock inside him again, even as she reached around him to take hold of his aching dick. “You think it’s funny I didn’t believe you.” She tugged hard, her hand burning as it gripped Anando’s rock-hard flesh. “But I did believe you.” Each of her thrusts was timed with a flick of her wrist, her breasts pressing tight against his back. “I was just afraid I’d like this too much.”
With one last, harder thrust, her hips slammed inside him and shoved the toy as deep as it would go. She cried out, the same raw, piercing cry that Anando had caused so many times before.
Her entire body shook against his, her hand holding him tight as he, too, found pleasure and let himself collapse onto the bed. Virginia was warm against his back, her breath coming out in short pants and tickling his shoulder.
“All right,” she said after a few moments. “You were very good. You can get on your back now. And you can even touch.”
She pulled out of him with a wet slide, and Anando moaned at the loss. He rolled onto his back and took a good look at her as she climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Unable to resist, he pushed himself to a sitting position, cupped her flushed face in his hand and kissed her deeply. His other hand was already on the strap-on and drawing her toward him again.
* * * *
Virginia was lucky. And she knew she was.
How had she ever managed to find this man? What had she done to deserve a life partner who knew how to take care of her needs so well—all her needs, whether her body’s or her mind’s?
The frustration she had felt when coming home from work was nothing but memory, worked off in the most satisfying manner, and she lay in Anando’s arms, her skin slick with sweat and shared pleasure, her body still shaking every now and then.
His body did the same, echoing hers. His hands, which had trembled when he had undone the buckles and taken the toy off her, were steady now as he combed his fingers through her hair in slow, regular movements.
“You could quit, you know,” he said.
A few seconds passed before the words registered, and even then Virginia had to shake her head.
“Quit? Of course I can’t quit. He’s an asshole but that’s no reason for me to quit.”
“Then what’s the reason for you not to quit?” he insisted.
She was stumped for a second, and let out a weak chuckle. “A reason not to quit?” she repeated. “How about, I need a job?”
His expression didn’t change, the same small smile playing on his lips. “What for?”
She blinked twice, confused as to what he was getting at.
“Most people work for money,” he said when she didn’t reply. “If that’s your reason, then I’ll say it again. You could quit. I have more than enough for both of us. I can put your name on my accounts, or transfer money into yours if you prefer.”
His words were so unexpected—so outlandish—that Virginia pulled away from him, sitting up and drawing a pillow in front of her to hide her body. It had been a long time since she’d felt the need to hide from him. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to now.
“Why?” she asked, unable to suppress a frown. “It’s your money. You’re going to live for a long time. You’re going to need…”
She trailed off when he started to laugh, the sound low, deep, and so familiar it sent a shiver of need down Virginia’s spine.
“Unless you decide to buy a new house every week, our money is going to last a long, long time.” He leaned forward and cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “And yes, I said our money. And I mean it. So when are you quitting?”
The offer was tempting, oh, so very tempting, and Virginia had trouble finding reasons not to accept. She laid down against him again, her head nestled in the crook of his arm, her fingers tracing arabesques on his chest.
“I can’t,” she said again. “What would I do all day long?”
When he didn’t answer right away, she looked up at him and rolled her eyes at the impish expression he was giving her.
“No,” she said. “Having sex all day and all night every day of the week is not an acceptable answer.”
Her voice wavered, betraying her. Not an acceptable answer, but nonetheless an appealing thought… at least in theory.
“You’d tire of me really fast,” she added, shaking her head once.
Anando captured her fingers and brought them to his mouth for a light kiss.
“That is never going to happen,” he said, each word slow and precise. “I love you. Period. And we wouldn’t have to stay here. We could travel. I could show you the places I’ve visited in the past, and tell you what they looked like at the turn of the last century. Or we could visit new places together by night, and you could tell me what they are like by day.”
Again, the thought was appealing, but Virginia found herself unable to accept. Something was bothering her, making her uneasy. Something Anando had said, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. She went through what he’d said again. He’d never tire of her, and those words made her feel warm, as warm as his declaration of love.
Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat.
I love you. Period.
It wasn’t his love that made her uneasy. It wasn’t his offer to take her to see the world. It was that small, innocent word. Period.
It was also the fact that she couldn’t remember when she’d last had her period.
CHAPTER 10
Anando stared at Virginia and waited for the crash of thunder that surely should have punctuated her quiet revelation. Thunder, heavenly choirs, a dramatic gong, something—anything.
But nothing happened. Virginia continued to look at him, her eyes shiny and a little bit worried, waiting for his reaction.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and the words came out in a croak.
She gave him a small, uncertain frown. “As sure as I can be right now. I mean, those stick things are supposed to be pretty accurate.”
She still held the stick in question, white and blue plastic with little lines in the middle, no longer than her hand. It seemed odd that an object that held so much meaning, that would change so much in their lives, should be so small and innocuous.
“Anando? Say something?”
He blinked and looked up from the stick to Virginia’s face. Her hair was a little wild. She’d been up before dawn that morning, getting dressed in a hurry and leaving without telling him much more than she needed to go buy something and she’d be right back.
Even before that, ever since he’d suggested he could take her on a trip around the world, she’d been… not agitated, exactly, but tense.
It had taken her a long time to fall asleep. He’d thought he had pushed too hard when asking her to quit and resolved to drop the subject. Apparently, her discomfort had had a very different reason. Anando could hardly wrap his mind around it.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” he confessed.
Dropping down to his knees in front of her, he pushed her shirt up, baring her midriff, and pressed his ear to her stomach. Virginia rested a hand to the back of his head and asked, her smile bursting from every word, “What are you doing?”
“Listening for a heartbeat.”
She cupped his cheek and guided his face toward her. She was beautiful. Was this what people meant by ‘glowing’?
“It’s too soon for that,” she said.
They loo
ked at each other for a long moment, and little by little her smile faded. Anando would have done anything to bring it back.
“So… you’re not mad?” she asked at last, her voice small and worried again.
Anando got back to his feet and wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her loosely.
“Why would I be mad?”
“If I’m really…” She glanced at her hand—at the bit of awe-inspiring plastic she still held. “I mean, if this is really happening, it’s Brett’s.”
If Anando hesitated, it was only for the time of a blink.
“No,” he said in a soft but strong voice. “If it’s really happening, it’s ours. I love you. Nothing’s going to change that. It’s not like you sneaked away with him. I was right there in that bed, too, wasn’t I? I was fucking him, but I was making love to you through him, too.”
She scrutinized his face as if searching for the truth on his features. He kept quiet and let her look as long as she needed to assure herself that he wasn’t merely telling her what she wanted to hear. He did believe each and every word he had said and was not afraid in the least that she might discover something different on his face. After a few more seconds, she kissed him, and it felt like a thank you.
He had no idea what was ahead of them, but he knew one thing: as long as he had her, everything would be fine.
* * * *
Virginia opened the car door before she even shut off the engine. Fumbling to pull the key free, she tried to get up, only to realize she hadn’t unbuckled her seatbelt yet. She remedied that fact and exited the car to rush inside. Anando was waiting for her past the front door.
Smiling broadly, he opened his arms to her. She stepped into his embrace and gave him a sweet, slow kiss. He’d wanted to come to her first doctor’s appointment that morning, but she had dissuaded him.
She knew that his car was sun proof, but she was always worried when he was out during the day, and besides she had figured this appointment wouldn’t be too exciting, and she had been right.