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Sebastian’s precise handwriting reads:
To get you ready.
Heat floods my face. He had taken my worry about his size to heart and gave me the method to prepare myself to take him.
My fingers trace the smooth silicone of the smallest one, the width of two fingers. It’s a little thinner than my favorite toy. The largest, by contrast, matches what I remember of Sebastian’s size. The gradient between them tells a story of patience and careful preparation.
When I confessed I was afraid of pain, he took the steps to ensure our first time together was perfect.
I lift the third from the smallest from its velvet nest, the weight substantial in my palm. The material warms to my touch, and I can’t help but imagine Sebastian selecting these, considering which sizes would prepare me best for him without causing pain.
After three years of camming, sex toys aren’t new to me. But these aren’t just any toys. These are selected for private use by the Alpha I’m coming tolove. My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter, and I drop the dildo in my haste to check it.
Sebastian
How do you like the present?
The directness of his question sends another rush of heat through me.
Micah
Very thoughtful of you.
Sebastian
Will you try one tonight?
My breath catches at his boldness. Before I can respond, another message appears.
Sebastian
I could guide you. Over the phone.
I bite my lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The idea of Sebastian talking in my ear while I explore his gift sends electricity racing down my spine.
Micah
Call me at 8.
“How does it feel?” Sebastian’s voice flows through my phone speaker, deep and intimate in the dim light of my living room.
I adjust my position on the couch, which I had shifted to have a direct view of the ceiling camera.
I lift the mid-size dildo I chose to start with, bigger than my usual toy, but not scary. “Heavy. How is your view?”
“Perfect.” The rustle of fabric sounds as he makes himself comfortable. “I like what you’re wearing.”
I finger the emerald lace I wore for our first dinner. “I was feeling nostalgic.”
His appreciative hum travels through the speaker. “Beautiful. Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.” I reach for the lube, but even before it slicks my fingers, I’m wetter than I should be. My body doesn’t usually start producing this much on its own until I’ve been at it for a bit, but I chalk it up to anticipation. “I’ve done this before, you know.”
“Not with a toy I bought for you,” Sebastian growls. “Not with me guiding you.”
A shiver goes through me at his possessiveness.
“Start with your fingers,” he instructs. “Two of them. Imagine they’re mine.”
