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I shook my head, hating that I had to do this. “I’m gonna need cameras and sensors set up all the way to fucking Pittsburgh. Oh, and machine guns mounted at the school.”
He was silent for a moment, then said, “Consider it done.”
Fuck, he already knew. He didn’t even ask what school. I walked right into his trap.
5
BURG
I strolled into the living room, stopping when I saw Emma on the floor surrounded by dildos. Sighing, I stepped over them and made my way to the kitchen. Was this ever going to end? There was only so much a man could take of being surrounded by sex toys.
“I need you to run to the post office for me,” she shouted.
I grabbed the carafe of coffee and tried to pretend I was okay being her errand boy. “Sure.”
“And I need you to help me with inventory later!”
Of course. Why wouldn’t I have to help her organize her playthings? At first, it was exciting. We’d test them out and make a whole day of it. It was every man’s dream…until it wasn’t. Sometimes, I just wanted regular sex. You know, without the assistance of the latest gadget. I didn’t want to press a dildo to her pussy and let it eat her out when that was my job. Sure, she got off on it, but there was nothing like the feel of her coming against my mouth. And I hadn’t felt that in a while, not since her business took off and she started making more money than me.
I didn’t care about that. Hell, I was proud of her for making something out of nothing. She had a great business model. See, most women who bought sex toys were single, which meant they fantasized a lot. Like, way more than I realized. She got mail constantly asking for recommendations. And her recommendations were gold because she tested them out with me and then reported her findings to her community of followers. It’s what helped her succeed and I was happy to help with that.
But soon, those desperate women in search of the perfect replacement for a man started asking for more. Which was when Emma started with the book recommendations. A perfectly trashy novel to accompany the perfect toy. It was gold.
I felt hands wrap around my torso and cringed. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I wasn’t a plaything.
“The kids are going over to the training center later. It’s the perfect time to try my newest toy,” she whispered, pinching my nipple between her fingers.
My cock grew hard despite how I was feeling. I desperately wanted to tell her how I felt, but what guy would be stupid enough to do that? I would hurt her feelings and in the end, I would go along with whatever she wanted to make her feel better.
“Great,” I said, trying to sound happy.
I felt her pull away and knew I hadn’t done a good enough job. Spinning around, I put a smile on my face. “Any idea what you want to start with?”
“You don’t want to do this,” she frowned. “Why?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying not to give myself away.
Too late.
“Why? Is it me?”
“What? You’re crazy.”
Her eyebrows shot up as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m crazy?”
I could feel the walls closing in as I pulled at my very loose neckline. “Uh…that’s not how it was supposed to sound. I meant that you’re crazy to think I wouldn’t want you.”
“Which is still you saying that I’m crazy,” she snapped.
“Right,” I said slowly, “but in a very nice way.”
“I can’t believe this. I do this for you. To make you happy. And this is the thanks I get?”
“Why would you do this for me?”
“Because this is what men want, right?” she shouted, tossing her hands in the air. “You want the toys and the fun and games. I have to do something to keep up with the younger ladies.”
“Why would you have to keep up with anyone?”