Page 35 of Habibi: Always and Forever
“Get it out of the box, baby girl.”
I panted. “Yes, Ma’am.”
It was becoming increasingly difficult to defy everyone’s claims that I was the club’s neediest slut.
Fuck.
Not that it was bad to embrace it.
I liked it.
I just…
I couldn’t wrap my fingers around the width of the rolling pin.
The other week, I found a sex toy company had launched a line that was about recreating kinky pervertibles, but without the fear of wooden splinters or contamination or anything else.
Mónica and I had perused through them for what felt like hours—thanks to all the teasing and dirty talk she shouldn’t be so good at.
The kitchen utensils had appealed to us most, and of course, the purple rolling pin was the one she’d gone for.
I was sure this was the XL size. I couldn’t imagine anything thicker.
Or…sturdier. Not as sturdy as the actual thing, but I couldn’t…
“How is this going to fit, Ma’am?”
“Baby girl, you take our fists as if you were born doing it.” Mónica pressed her fingers against my hips, and I pretended my knees didn’t buckle when the tip of the strap breached past the first ring of muscles.
“I already opened the box and cleaned out everything, so slide the narrow part for me, will you?”
I whimpered. The narrow part, as she called it, looked like a medium-sized plug. Inoffensive. It was the thick part of it that had me forgetting to breathe.
I trusted Mónica, though.
And the most depraved parts of me really wanted to try this. To see what it would like feel when I was completely stretched around both toys, with only Mónica to hold me upright.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
With how wet I’d been getting, that part slid in easily, with only the softest of squelching sounds as I shifted to place it at a better angle.
“Good girl.” Mónica bent forward. It dragged the strap deeper into me, and had me choking under her warmth when her lips met the space where my shoulder blades met.
“I’m going to bottom out now, and then I’m going to slide as much of that rolling pin as I can inside of you.
And then we’re going to let the toys switch places, because your ass deserves to feel the stretch too, don’t you think? ”
She slid in deeper as she spoke, giving me the option to step back and toying with my head at the same time.
Whoever said consent wasn’t sexy had no idea what they were talking about.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I whimpered. “I want that. Please.”
The kitchen counter was cold as I tried to find purchase somehow. I let out more whimpers and moans as more of the strap slid in. As Mónica’s fingers pressed deeper into my skin. The kind of pressure that would leave bruises I wasn’t supposed to enjoy but did anyway.
“Please. Please, Ma’am.” I couldn’t tell what I was begging for, only that I breathed out when I felt her shift her stance so that she could reach the rolling pin and take it from me.
If I didn’t have to focus on keeping the toy in place, I could just lose myself to the sensation.
To the smell of sex already taking over the whole room. “Please, I?—”
Mónica shushed me. I let out another whimper in case it wasn’t clear enough that I was desperate for…for anything. Anything that added to the stretch, the heat, the closeness that enveloped me every time we did anything like this.
“Just relax, baby girl,” she whispered. “You know this is going to be good for you, don’t you? You need to see this so bad, hm? To see that you can take all of it?”
Fuck.
Why did I go so weak for the simplest forms of dirty talk?
“Yes, Ma’am.” The words were both a relief and a strain to push past my throat.
Thankfully, Mónica didn’t require more of them from me. Not right now.
No, she just started to fuck me with that narrower part of the rolling pin.
Maybe that was the only part she’d use. The toy was curved a bit differently from an actual rolling pin, so penetration would be easier, but…
Surely, I wouldn’t be able to. Not at the same time as Mónica’s dildo was trapped in my ass.
Right?
Wrong.
It burned like hell, and I was not shy at all about screaming, and Mónica was slow, and gentle, and all the right things, but oh fuck . She really was sliding the thicker part of the cylindrical toy inside of me, and my body was adjusting to its size, and how the fuck was I not being split in two?
How my heart didn’t lodge all the way up my throat, I didn’t know. Adrenaline wrapped around me. Similar to what happened when I was trying a new kink, or playing with someone I was more intimidated by for the first time.
“Ma’am.” I panted heavily. Mónica was fucking me with a rolling pin.
It was the sentence replaying in my head.
Not the actual sensations, the building heat, the impending need to completely break down, to get more of whatever pace she’d set.
It was the realization, the wrongness of it, that made it all the more appealing. “Ma’am. Please.”
“You’re gorgeous like this.” Mónica’s breathing was also labored as she pounded into me. “My perfect little slut, aren’t you?”
I whined. It was a question. One I should have and wanted to answer, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just wanted to turn around and burrow into her arms. To thank her. But also to seek shelter, to seek the kind of comfort only she knew how to provide.
“I love you,” I said instead.
I didn’t care that I’d already said it.
Mónica chuckled. “And I love you, baby girl.”
“Cuddles?” I whimpered.
“Always, baby girl.” Mónica must have gotten onto her tiptoes to reach up and place a kiss on my ear. “Always and forever.”