Page 32 of Spoiling Lillian
Belinda turns toward us and claps her hands together. “So, tell me a little about what you’re looking for. Do you want something internal or more for the clit? Do you have trouble reaching orgasm and need something powerful? Or are you looking for something to enhance your play?”
My mouth goes dry. I only noticed one other person in the store, and it was a man who was looking at bondage equipment. There is no way I can answer her. I’m overwhelmed.
Luckily, I don’t have to. Bryson handles it. “I think we’ll start with something external for now. My girlfriend doesn’t have any problem reaching orgasm, so it doesn’t need to be too powerful.”
My head is spinning. For one thing, did he just refer to me as his girlfriend? I think I’m going to swoon. I know it was just something he said to refer to me easily, but I like how he said it with such conviction. Not an ounce of hesitation in his voice.
Thank goodness he’s making decisions. I certainly cannot. I bite my lip as Belinda shows us different toys, turning them on and demonstrating the settings.
My girlfriend doesn’t have any problem reaching orgasm…
I’ve had exactly one orgasm in my life. Bryson gave it to me last night. Okay, yeah, it wasn’t difficult, but I’m not sure enough data has been collected to make any rash judgments.
Bryson takes a toy from Belinda and holds it in front of me. He’s standing directly behind me again, surrounding me, his arms around me. “Touch it, baby. See what you think of the power.”
My hand is shaking badly as I reach up to touch it with one finger as though it might eat me alive if I get carried away.
“First vibrator?” Belinda asks.
I swallow. I kind of wish the floor would eat me.
Bryson answers. “Yes. Everyone has to start somewhere.”
“Definitely.” Belinda’s smile is huge. “Good for you, girl. I wish my boyfriend had taken me to buy a vibrator when I was younger. I was over thirty when I realized this sort of thing existed and found out I was kinky.” She sighs dramatically. “You are way ahead of the game.”
It’s very kind of her, and I feel less awkward. I’m only twenty-one. At least she’s not acting like I’m from outer space.
The bell over the entrance rings, and Belinda looks toward the door. “Let me see if these folks need help. Please pick up any of the display items. They’re all charged. Turn them on. Hold them. See what you like. Yell if you have any questions.”
Belinda takes off like a whirlwind, leaving me trembling.
Bryson takes the toy from my hand and puts it back on the shelf. His arms come all the way around me, and his lips come to my ear as he holds me tightly. “Relax, sweet girl. They’re just sex toys.”
“You said I was dressed fine,” I whisper. “I look like a Girl Scout.”
He chuckles. “You do not. You’re stunning. I love this outfit. It suits you, and that’s what matters. Don’t ever wear something to please someone else, not even me.” He kisses my neck. “Wait, let me amend that. I might someday ask you to wear something to please me, but it won’t be in public, it won’t cover much of your body, and you can expect it won’t stay on you long.”
I giggle before I manage to stop my outburst and cover my mouth.
“Don’t do that, either, Lils. Laugh when you feel like it. Your giggle makes my cock hard.” He reaches for another toy. It looks like the sort of thing to clean out a blocked nose with a bulb on one end and a narrow tip.
I’m confused as Bryson turns it on before lifting my hand and touching my palm with the tip.
“Oh.” It’s powerful. I’m kind of shocked by how much of a punch it packs. “What’s it for?” I whisper.
“Your clit. You hold the bulb and direct the tip to your clit. Or…I do.” He chuckles deeply, making my entire body shiver.
I grin. “Hmmm. I might like that.”
Bryson turns it off and sets it in my palm while he grabs another. This one is about the shape of a hotdog, which makes me giggle again. Good thing it’s purple. If it were hotdog color, I would cringe.
It’s longer than a hotdog, though, and when Bryson turns it on, the entire length hums to life.
“What’s that one for?” I murmur. I don’t want anyone to hear me being ignorant about sex toys. I’m also grateful that Bryson is so patient and takes the time to explain anything I ask.
“You could hold the tip against your clit, but you could also slide it inside you. Either hole.”
I gasp, my face heating as I clench my butt cheeks together. I’m not as naïve as I was before I visited Surrender. I’ve done my research. I know people use things in their butts, but knowing that intellectually and imagining it happening to me are two different things.
