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Three hours later, we’d fucked on the bed, in the shower and again in the sauna. After a short nap, Daisy was taking another shower when I lifted the lid of the box from Coco de Mer again and placed it on the bed.
Daisy appeared in the doorway drying her hair with a towel. “What’s in there?” she asked because she hadn’t been looking when I took the blindfold out earlier.
“Things for you… actually for us.”
“What things?” she asked emphasizing the word things.
“Playthings.”
“Kinky things?” she asked, sounding as if she was correcting me.
I nodded and her face grew serious. “Sex toys?”
“Yeah, there’s a vibrator and a few other things.”
“What the feck are the other things?” she asked cautiously but looked amused.
“Things you know nothing about… yet, but…”
“But what?” She asked in a curious tone.
“Butt is right,” I muttered under my breath, still teasing her.
“Show me,” she ordered as she continued to dry her hair.
I patted the bed and she tucked one leg under her ass as she sat beside me. I placed the box between us, and she peered inside.
“What the feck—butt plugs?” I didn’t miss the alarm in her tone as her serious expression told me they scared her.
“Yeah, aren’t they pretty?” I asked, lifting them out and placing them on the mattress.
“Pretty? They look like medieval instruments of torture with a modern twist.”
I chuckled. “Nonsense, I bet if you let me experiment with these, you’ll be begging for them afterward.”
“Experiment all you want. But on yourself. There’s no fecking way I’m having one of those shoved up my tooter.”
I laughed. “Your tooter?”
“Yeah, my tooter,” she confirmed without a hint of humor in her tone.
“I’ve never heard any grown woman refer to her asshole as her tooter before,” I said through a hearty laugh.
“And I’ve never had a grown man want me to stick a shiny metal object up it either,” she retorted.
I grinned and shook my head. “I get it. We’ve had some mind-altering sex since we’ve been here already, and I’m guessing the time change is fucking with your sense of adventure right now, so I won’t push it,” I joked.
“The only adventure I can think of involving these, is a trip to the emergency room for you to have something removed, if you try to come near me with those things,” she mumbled as she lifted the largest, silver colored, stainless steel, butt plug and inspected it. “I mean, really?” she inquired, casting me a worried glance.
“Yeah, really,” I chuckled. “But obviously it’ll take training to get there.”
“And would that be via an online course or a face to face one? Because trust me, I’ve had all the qualifications I can handle, thank you.”
I laughed, slid my hand around her head and kissed her temple. “That’s the biggest one you have in your hand. What I mean is there are several steps before we get to that one.”
“Erm, you’re talking like it’s a done deal, when it’s not,” she stated with a glare.
“Look at this one,” I said reaching in and pulling out the smallest of the three butt plugs in there. “It’s made of aluminium and its much smaller. Isn’t it pretty?”
