Page 17 of The Toy Maker

I moaned and added a second finger when the other became noticeably soaked.

Still, I lacked the satisfaction I needed. Next to me, a simple dildo with stimulating features tempted me. I grabbed it and dared to spread my legs even wider for onlookers.

The dildo slipped in with little resistance. After I adjusted to the feeling, I didn’t hold back. My gasps came out louder than I expected when the tip pressed against my g-spot and numbed the world around me. Then, my finger slipped down and hit a button, sending vibrations rippling through me.

My body jerked in response, hips twitching forward as the sudden stimulation stole my breath. Another moan escaped my lips, louder this time, echoing through the air like a confession I couldn’t take back.

Humiliation prickled under my skin, a heat spreading over my cheeks, but it didn’t matter anymore. The shame dissolved into a darker, sweeter thrill.

The electricity of a mind-bending climax swelled inside me. My movements became more frantic; I was on the edge of intense pleasure. So close, it was almost painful.

My eyes snapped open, and I saw myself in the mirrored ceiling. In the reflection, I caught a glimpse of myself, flushed and desperate, my lips parted in surrender. Completely vulnerable.

A dizzying rush flooded my veins.

Then it hit, a euphoric wave so powerful it shattered my breath and stole every coherent thought from my mind. My body bowed forward as raw pleasure wracked through me.

The world around me blurred into nothingness; the crowd, the store, the lights all disappeared. All I could hear was the ragged, desperate sounds pouring from my throat, too far gone to care who heard them.

EIGHT

When I regainedthe ability to stand without shaking, I stumbled off the stage to find something to drink.

I wove through the crowd, past the curious, lingering stares of the other Cherries who watched every second of my performance. Their gazes followed me, and though I could feel my cheeks burning, a flicker of pride curled in my chest.

“It’s about time!” Jade cheered for me when I found them.

Before I could say anything, Sarah sprang forward and wrapped her arms around my neck from behind, her breath warm against my ear. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she declared, her voice giddy.

Kitty handed me a silk pink robe to put on. “I think it was the hottest thing a lot of us have ever seen.” My cheeks flamed at her words.

My confidence wavered now that reality had settled in.

“Oh, now you’re embarrassed?” Jade teased, leaning in to mimic my moans with exaggerated theatrics. Before I could protest, Kitty and Sarah joined in, harmonizing in a chorus of over-the-top, cringe-inducing moans.

“Shut up,” I said with a grin. They were being ridiculous, and I loved them for it, even as I glanced nervously around to see how many people were staring.

The giggling abruptly stopped, and I turned around to see what had stolen their attention. The noise in the room diminished when a man walked over to the front of the stage, heading right for us.

My heart strained to remain calm as I looked at him, my eyes going rogue and scanning him against my will. His pale green shirt, casually unbuttoned at the top, clung to his broad shoulders, the color eerily matching his eyes. I blinked, sure the lighting was playing tricks on me, because eyes like that couldn’t be real. They were sharp and predatory, set against skin so pale it almost glowed under the dim lights.

Black hair fell across his forehead, just messy enough to look like it was on purpose, the dark strands making his skin seem even brighter. He wasn’t just attractive—he was the kind of good-looking that felt dangerous. The kind that made you want to ruin your life for a taste.

Before I processed the stream of dirty thoughts scrolling through my head like a weather alert, he was right in front of me. My mind crackled with static instead of coherent thoughts.

“This is the new Cherry?” he asked, but he wasn’t even looking at me. His gaze slid to Kitty instead, like I was some object to be discussed and not a person standing inches away.

She wrapped her arm over my shoulder and flashed him a cocky smile.

“This is our girl,” she replied smoothly. I glanced at her serious face; I was officially one of them.

His unnatural eyes roamed over me like he was inspecting a toy that sat on a shelf. “Hm.”

Seriously? I was justhm?

“Don’t act like she didn’t just make you imagine fucking her ten ways till Sunday, Jason,” Kitty said with so much authority I almost believed her. She spoke so cavalierly about fucking me.

Jason’s mouth twitched, but not into anything close to a smile. “I’ve seen better.”