8. Jules

CHAPTER 8

jules

I woke up hard, which led to a moment of panic. After a few seconds of sheer terror, I remembered that the warm body next to me in bed wasn't my judgmental, shitty ex. It was Ginger, and she was awake, smiling down at me.

I gestured at my erection. "Sorry. This thing has a mind of its own in the morning."

"One of these days you'll believe me when I say that I never want you to apologize for your body. Besides," she said, swirling a fingertip around my sensitive areola, "I was just sitting here thinking of cute nicknames for it. Lady dick is great, but what are your feelings on womanly wood of the morning? Girl scepter? Lady cock of the walk? Sunrise surprise?"

"Oh, shut up," I said, my cheeks flushing.

"Is it weird that it seems like a fun accessory to me now?" she asked, popping her eyebrows.

"My lady cock is your fun accessory?"

"If you do it right," she retorted, a wide grin splitting her lips.

"We are not normal."

She wrinkled her nose. "Why be normal? You gave me, like, what? A dozen orgasms last night? It makes me wanna find out your dirtiest, deepest desires and fulfill all of them."

My mouth opened as a particular visual popped into my head. My cock twitched at the thought, but… No. It was way too soon for that.

"What the hell was that look?" she asked, kissing my nose.

I rolled my lips inward with a tiny shake of my head.

She laughed. "Oh, now you have to tell me."

"It's not very ladylike."

"You're a lady. If you like it, it's automatically ladylike."

I winced, not believing what I was about to tell her.

"This is going to be so good," she said, rubbing her hands together.

Shifting uncomfortably, I warned, "I made the mistake of telling my ex about this, and she judged me."

Ginger's upper lip curled, and I don't think I'd ever felt more understood and protected in my entire life.

"Fuck that bitch," she spat out. "Tell me your dirty fantasies."

I grimaced, and she raised her brows at me.

Fine.

"I… I like to be filled."

"Oh." She looked intrigued. "In the back? You seemed to enjoy the ass play yesterday."

Yes, but…

"Fingers don't always do the trick for me."

"Oh," she said, running a fingernail along her lip. "Do I need to get a strap-on?"

I hadn't been sure she'd want to go in that direction, but she seemed on board. "I already have several dildos and a harness."

Her eyebrows shot up. " Really ?"

"If you open the little door on the cabinet right there… that'll give you the bigger picture."

Curious, she got out of bed and crouched down in front of my new, sleek bedside cabinet. She opened the door, and the little interior light highlighted the surprise in her expression.

Her eyes widened as she reached in and pulled out the first dildo. "Is this a…?"

"Rainbow sparkle tentacle?" I braced myself. "Yes?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "You continue to amaze me." Putting it back, she returned with a… "What the hell is this?"

"It's supposed to be a dragon cock?" My voice pitched up, making the statement a question.

"It's baby pink and thick as a Coke can."

I couldn't say for sure, but that sounded more like amazement than judgment.

"Keep going," I said, gesturing to the cabinet again.

She pushed a few things aside, and— "Holy shit." Jaw slack, she pulled out my favorite toy. "Is this an alien fisting toy?"

I bit my thumbnail—lightly, to avoid ruining my manicure. "It is."

Ginger made a fist, then held the glittering green toy up next to it, comparing the two. "This is literally the size of my hand and forearm." Still looking a little shocked, she returned the toy to its place before turning to face me. "So when you say filled, you mean filled ."

"There's a werewolf cock with a knot option, too." I shrugged when she barked out a disbelieving laugh. "I may have a slight obsession with fantasy dildos. My Etsy order list is so shameful," I whispered, not feeling one ounce of shame.

Maybe the lack of shame had to do with the fact that Ginger's face had taken on an appreciative look that I was beginning to need like oxygen.

"But you dress like Audrey Hepburn."

"And sometimes I have a sparkly dragon dildo up my ass when I do," I responded, further emboldened.

"Oh, you dirty dirty," she said, her smile feline.

That wasn't quite the extent of the ways in which I liked to be filled, but, like she'd said… baby steps.

"What is that look?" She pointed to my face, and I imagined that I looked awfully wistful.

"Nothing."

"Liar. Try again."

I darted a quick glance to the bedside cabinet, then met her eyes. "Sometimes I need…" I hesitated, not wanting to freak her out or trigger anything bad.

"You need…?"

" More ," I admitted under my breath.

"More?" She fluffed out her hair, which had dried funny in places. "I'm going to need you to clarify."

Heat flooded my cheeks and spilled down my neck. We'd already done things I'd thought would take months—years—to work up to. This was too far. Too much, too soon.

"Jules?" Her jaw was set.

I'd seen that determined look before, and I knew I'd have to come clean. "There's a case on the top shelf in the back," I said, deciding it was better for her to see for herself.

She reached in and withdrew the thin, oblong case in question. When she opened it, her jaw dropped again. "Sounds?" She plucked one of the stainless steel rods from the velvet-lined box. "Do you use all of these?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

I shook my head. "I don't really have any use for the skinny one."

"Of course you don't."

"Honestly, I'm about to order the next size up."

She set the thinner sound back into the box and closed it. "Have you ever played with a cage? Some of those have little sounds in them as well, right?"

I lifted my chin, and she moved a few more things out of the way, then gasped. "It's pink," she said, holding up the very cock cage she had described. "Oh. I am going to have so much fun with you."

"Really?" I asked, not quite believing her. "It's okay if you don't want to play with those. You don't have to push past things that are uncomfortable for you. This is a part of me, but I can take care of myself."

"Do I look bothered by any of this?" she asked, gesturing to my cabinet of wonders.

I shook my head, allowing myself a real smile.

"That's because I'm not," she insisted. "My cute, delicate girlfriend fucks herself on a dragon cock. Like… I am impressed, stunned, and I want to maybe shove my own fist up your ass," Ginger joked.

My heart rate jumped, and I panted at the visual. Her eyes widened. "Oh my God. Did I turn you on by saying that?"

"To be fair, you also called me your girlfriend, which makes me want to bury my face in your pussy." I paused. "Would you actually?—"

"I'd make you my hand puppet in a heartbeat."

I groaned. "I can't believe you just said that."

"I can't believe you have a cabinet of fantasy dildos. I can't believe you have a sound the width of my pinky." She went to the cabinet again and pulled out one of my prettier gags, a blush pink silicone bulb with a decorative rose. When I inhaled sharply, her jaw dropped. "Oh. Filled . I get it now. You want your girlfriend to gag you and fist you, then fuck your lady cock with this big, thick sound, don't you?"

I bit down on my thumbnail, my eyes slowly making their way to hers.

"You need it, don't you?" Her voice was a husky whisper.

"I don't want you to think you can't say no."

"You can need it, and I can still say no. But I'm not gonna say no."

"Then I need it."

She looked toward the bathroom.

"Yes?" I asked, no idea what she was thinking.

"I saw something in the shower, and now I realize what it was. You've got a douche attachment, don't you?"

"Yes…"

"What do you have on your schedule today?"

"Nothing. I usually end up hanging out with my family on Sundays, but everyone's busy today."

"Do you need to eat?"

I shook my head. "I like coffee first thing, and then I'm usually not hungry until ten or so."

"Excellent. Go clean out your ass for me."

I nearly choked on my spit. "Right now?"

"Unless there's something else you'd rather be doing."

I shook my head and threw off the covers. "Be right back."

"Wait," she commanded, holding out the rose-shaped gag. I stopped and let her slip the bulb into my mouth. She then buckled the strap behind my head, firm but comfortable.

I walked—gagged, naked, and unselfconscious—to the bathroom. I didn't think I'd ever felt so free about my body.

I looked into the mirror as I went to turn on the shower. While the light pink rose looked pretty in my mouth, my hair was a hot mess. Chuffing, I slipped it out from the gag strap and knotted it in a bun at the top of my head, then stepped into the steamy shower. I wrapped my hand around my cock, giggling at Ginger's nicknames for it.

Letting her go, I grabbed the douche attachment and whimpered against the gag as I slipped the slender metal rod inside me. My mind drifted as I prepared, and I wondered if Ginger and I hadn't both surprised ourselves.

I'd been convinced that my body would terrify her, and maybe she had been, too. It hadn't even occurred to me that I'd ever share this part of my sexuality with her.

The sticking point for both of us seemed to be a sense of safety. It was so obvious now that we would feel safe with each other, and a part of me wanted to mourn the years we lost. In the end, though, the time wasn't lost. We both needed it, for different reasons.

Once I was finished preparing, I stopped by my walk-in closet. If Ginger liked my toy collection, she was definitely going to enjoy my lingerie. I opened the drawer that contained my prettiest, most delicate pieces and decided on the vintage tea-stained lace set.

The airy camisole had a rose-colored satin ribbon that matched my gag perfectly. I slipped it over my head and cinched it around the middle, causing a slight peplum effect. The bespoke lacy undies molded perfectly around my erection, and they made me feel so pretty.

As a final step, I unknotted my hair and brushed it out, letting it cover my breasts.

I returned to the loft area to find that Ginger had fluffed her hair and found the good lube I stored in the cabinet. Her mouth fell open as I walked in. "Oh, baby. You are so dangerous."

I set my fingertips to my chest, approximating a sound like "Me?"

She looked up at the ceiling as if asking for strength. Then she stood and ate up the distance between us. The way she pulled me into her arms was simultaneously strong and delicate. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," she said.

I'd become accustomed to assuming that when people said nice things to me, it was just to make me feel better. But that wasn't what she was doing. Her skin was flushed, her pupils were blown wide, and her nipples were dark and swollen. She wasn't faking anything.

She loosened my gag so that it hung like a necklace. We came together in a passionate kiss, and my fingers found her slick, swollen pussy. I stroked her, remembering how good it felt to be surrounded by that wet heat. When she pulled back to breathe, I lifted my fingertips to my lips, smelling arousal, tasting it. I'd found my new obsession. I wanted to wear her scent, always.

Her chest rose and fell. "What is this lingerie? You look like a princess and a whore."

"Oh, good. That was exactly the look I was going for."

She chuckled and grabbed my hand, leading me to my own bed. "What do you like to start with? Back or front?"

I hummed to myself between kisses. "Today? Front."

Ginger grinned and laid me back against the pillows, sucking on my nipples through the lace. "I'm gonna gag you again, if that's okay?"

I nodded. "I'll pat your hand or take it off myself if I need to stop."

"Perfect."

She slipped the bulb back into my mouth and tightened the strap, then ran her fingertips over the rose ornament. I moaned at the slight, perfect ache in my jaw from the oversized bulb. She then slipped the waistband of my underwear just below my cockhead.

"Hello, clitoris of the lady cock," she said, kissing it.

I snorted, and she sent me a wink that made my heart race. Surrounded by my soft bedding and our combined scents, I moaned as she slowly, carefully sucked the glans into her talented mouth. I let my fingertips trail along the lacy edges of my lingerie, each swipe of her tongue sending me spinning.

She reached over to the case that held my sounds and pulled out the biggest one, an unspoken question in her eyes. I nodded, thrilled at the impressed tilt of her lips. She added lube to the sound and to my slit, careful to keep my shaft trapped in lace. With an adorable look of concentration, she fit the slightly tapered end into my slit and begin to slowly insert it.

I welcomed the stretch because I imagined it was my pussy being stretched.

"Am I doing this right?" she asked. "I've worked with sounds before, but never one this big."

I gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. She added more lube, then let my body draw the sound in. I hissed, needing it like air.

"That fill your pussy good, baby?"

I whimpered in response, losing my breath when she used her thumb to push the sound down even deeper.

"You like me calling it your pussy?"

I whined in response, nodding to make sure she saw how much I liked it.

"Good girl," she breathed.

She lifted her thumb, and the sound quickly rose, pleasuring me from the inside out. She repeated the pattern, pushing it back down, letting it release. Push, release, push, release. I sucked on the gag, loving how I was stuffed full in both places.

"Fucking hell, Jules," she muttered. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

I blinked away a few tears, and Ginger's warm, understanding eyes took me in like I was some sort of miracle.

She kissed my forehead. "You wanna play with this while I get you ready in the back?"

I nodded, taking over.

She swept a pillow under my ass and knocked my knees wide, smiling as she watched how I fucked myself with the sound. The pretty tentacle looked massive in her capable hands as she generously lubed it up. I tilted my hips, and she removed my lacy panties, then placed the tapered tip of the dildo at my hole.

When I did this myself, I was usually in a hurry, so I'd gotten used to some pain with my stretch. Ginger, however, was patient. Almost too patient as she slowly, slowly impaled me on the fantasy cock.

After several long minutes of delicious torture, my eyes narrowed, and I grunted at her through the gag. She responded by angling the dildo just so, revving me up, then pulling back just as things got interesting.

I reached down to push it in faster, and she batted my hand away. "Patience, pretty girl. I want you to enjoy this." Not difficult to do, given that the tentacle widened dramatically, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

At last, she pushed it in to its thickest girth. She thrust it a few times, testing to find the most intense angle. Once she was satisfied with its placement and I was drooling through the gag, she ordered, "Clench."

I did as she asked, and she laid sweet and dirty kisses up and down my neck. I had so many points of erotic input: her pouty lips on my skin, my pussy stretched around a sound, my ass filled with a nubby tentacle, and my mouth barely able to contain the bulb of my pretty rose gag.

A few moments later, she held her hand up in front of my face and bunched her fingers together with a wicked smile. "You still want this?"

I shivered, my body jerking with the thought of it. I nodded.

"Perfect."

She played with the tentacle a little longer, teasing and stroking my G-spot. Satisfied, she pulled it from my body, running her thumb around the stretched edge of my hole with a sweet smile.

Warming the lube in her hands, she generously spread more over my entrance. My eyes rolled to the ceiling as she pushed two fingers inside me, then three, adding lube as she went. When she added a fourth, the stretch burned beautifully, and my body relaxed into her ministrations.

She worked my lace-covered nipples with her other hand while I played with the sound.

With additional applications of lube, she finally pushed in past her knuckles. Bunching her fingers and thumb together, she patiently stroked inside me until she was in up to her wrist.

"What a pretty puppet," she said, carefully thrusting, giving me the fullness I craved.

While it was satisfying to do this on my own with a toy, having someone else in control of my body felt wonderful. The orgasm started to creep in, but she paused before I could come. When it happened a second time, I complained around the bulb in my mouth. The slightly evil look in Ginger's eyes told me she was doing it on purpose.

I sped up my thrusts with the sound, and she stopped me, taking that over as well, working it one-handed in tandem with her fist. I started to thrash, going out of my mind with pleasure. Finally, finally she sped up, angling her fist against my G-spot.

I screamed into the gag as cum bullied its way past the thick sound. She grunted as I clenched around her forearm, working through the seismic orgasm as it lit up every molecule in my body.

She kept everything in place—her arm, the sound, the gag—for a few moments, letting me savor the feeling of being stuffed, breathing heavily with me as I came down to earth. She then eased her hand from my body. Then the sound, and then, finally, the gag.

I was a broken rag doll on the bed, but the second my mouth was free, I begged. "Let me taste you. Please sit on my face."

Within seconds she was straddling my shoulders. I tipped my head up to get a taste of her wet pussy, and she whimpered and scooted forward until I could suck her clit into my mouth, swirling it with my tongue. Within seconds she cried out, slicking my chin with her orgasm.

She made to move away, but I increased the suction on her clit, forcing her to stay in place as I worked another orgasm from her perfect body.

Once her shudders subsided, she climbed off me and disappeared into the bathroom. My mind was a blank canvas as I stared up at the ceiling and listened to her cleaning herself. She returned with a steaming, wrung-out washcloth to wipe me down. After, she slid my panties back on, pulled me to her, and in the morning light, we slept.