Page 98 of Gilded in Blood

“You’re going to do great. You’re going to kick ass,” he says, voice steady and reassuring.

I nod, taking a deep breath. “I hope so.”

“You will,” he says, cupping my face gently. “Because you’re smart. You’re intelligent. You’ve worked hard on this. They’re going to see that.”

His words light a fire in me. I smile, feeling more confident. “Yeah. I can do this.”

He kisses my forehead. “That’s my girl.” Then he steps back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know what? I’ve come up with what I want for winning our little game at the bar last night.”

I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Let’s hear it.”

He looks at me with that dark, mischievous glint in his eyes. “I want you to wear a sex toy to school.”

I blink, sure I heard him wrong. “Wait, what? That’s what you chose?”

He nods, completely serious. “Yes.”

“Hell no,” I say immediately. “There’s no way I’m wearing that. Especially not during my presentation.”

He pulls me closer, hands on my waist, kissing the side of my neck. “Remember the rule. I won, so I get to ask for anything.”

“Anything within reason,” I counter, but my voice is already softening as his lips trail lower. “This is not within reason. There’s no way I’m wearing a sex toy while I’m presenting in front of everyone.”

He smiles against my skin. “It’ll help you relax. You’re tense right now. Having it inside you… knowing I’m the one controlling it… might be exactly what you need.”

I laugh, but there’s a thrill running through me. “Having it inside me is not going to make me relax.”

He pulls back slightly, eyes locked on mine. “It will. Especially when I’m operating it from down in the audience.”

I stare at him. “Hell no. I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

He cups my face gently. “I trust you won’t embarrass yourself. Do you trust me?”

I swallow. “Yeah. You know I do.”

He smiles. “Good. Then wear it.”

A part of me wants to say no. But a larger part, the curious, adventurous part that’s been growing since I met him, is intrigued.

I’ve read about couples doing this. Partners controlling toys on each other. I’ve always wondered what it felt like. Besides, if I don’t like it, I can always go to the bathroom and take it off.

“Okay. Fine.”

He grins, walking over to his luggage. He pulls out a small, sleek device. A pussy plug. I recognize it from my late-night googling sessions

“Wait,” I say, eyes wide. “How long have you had that? How long have you been planning this?”

He winks. “I got it a little before we traveled. Didn’t get a chance to use it on you then. Thought this trip might be perfect.”

I shake my head, laughing. “You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you?”

He doesn’t deny it. He just explains how it works, how it vibrates in different patterns, how he can control it from his phone, how it’s designed to stay in place comfortably.

Then he reaches under my dress, slips my panties down my thighs, and applies a little lube to the toy before slowly pushing it inside me.

I let out a gasp. The feeling is immediate. Full. Foreign. But good. Really good.

He watches me carefully. “You okay?”