Page 30 of The Toy Maker

“I want twenty dollars an hour.” I raised my chin in challenge.

“How about fifty per toy?”

“Fine.” I uncrossed my arms. “What’s first?”

“Follow me.” He led me to a hallway and said, “Ladies first.”

I stepped into the dark hall and waited for him to join me before venturing any further. He opened the door to a room and flipped a switch. The lights flickered on, and suddenly I could see dozens of drawers pushed up against the walls and a single bed in the center of the small room.

Had he done this before? After my initiation, I thought I couldn’t be shaken by the idea of being watched, especially not by him. But this was different. We were alone.

I approached the bed and ran my hand across the silky sheets; my eyes were immediately drawn to the restraints on the top and bottom corners. My better judgment told me to turn on my heel and never look back. But I stayed, frozen in place.

Jason stood beside me and asked if I was ready, and before I could stop myself, the words were tumbling out of my mouth. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“You can put your robe over there.” Jason motioned to the coat hanger.

My eyes cut to him. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t masturbate clothed, do you?”

I opened my mouth, but no response would come out. As much as I wanted to cling to any square inch of fabric I had, I knew Jade would kill me if I got my lingerie wet so soon.

Jason avoided looking at me while I undressed, and I started to wonder how the temptation wasn’t eating him alive.

Was this a typical Friday for him?

“When you’re done, you can get on the bed with your legs spread and your arms above your head.”

I swallowed over the lump in my throat, letting out an unsteady breath. “Anything else?”

Jason finally turned and paused before shaking his head. I followed his instructions and slid onto the silk sheets, making a mental note to get some for my own bed.

“Are the restraints okay?” he asked as I shifted into a comfortable and exposed position.

I avoided eye contact, realizing that dirty books could only prepare me so much. “Sure.” I shyly lifted a shoulder.

His fingers danced across my skin. Jason lifted my hands and feet into the restraints and secured them. Shivers ran down my spine when he pushed my legs open further. I prayed he wouldn’t notice how wet I was.

He chuckled, “I’m glad I have that effect on you.” If it wasn’t for his handy restraints, I would have crawled under a rock for all eternity.

“Whatever,” I snapped, my cheeks flaming. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jason sighed and positioned the toy. I heard him strapping it to another device to keep it in place. A pit formed in my stomach, my nerves returning before I could suppress them.

“How does this work exactly?”

“You’ll see.” He was calm, unlike me.

I groaned and shut my eyes before the toy turned on, biting my lip to hold back a moan. The thrusting and vibrations intensified without needing to push a button.

Jason watched me squirm on the bed and grinned.

“Okay,” I gasped as the thrusting went deeper and pressed against my G-spot “You’ve made your point. It works great, now get me off.”

I wasn’t in the business of letting strange men watch me cum, not yet at least. Although my training at Pink Cherrie was complete, I hadn’t completed an event night before. My mindraced, wondering if it was better or worse than being at the mercy of a stranger compared to Jason.

“In what way?” he teased, a knowing look in his eyes.