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I sigh. This is definitely going to drive me insane for the rest of the day. What could he possibly have gotten me? “Fine. I’ll be there at six,” I respond.

I spend the rest of the work day going in circles in my mind, wondering not only what he got me, but why he would get me a present in the first place. We’ve had a physical relationship for only a week, and even though I’m definitely catching feelings, I’m not entirely sure if he is.

Once five ‘o clock hits, I rush out of the office and drive back to my apartment to change, then head over to the gym, my excitement increasing with every minute.

I see his car in the parking lot when I arrive at 5:45 and will myself to act normal. Why do I feel so giddy seeing him already? I feel like a teenager in puppy love.

He glances up as soon as I walk in the door, and I swear my heart stops at the smile he gives me.

“Hello, Ivy. How are you today?” he asks, but mischief plays in his eyes. The high school kid working the desk looks bored and is watching our interaction. James is probably trying not to draw much attention to our newfound interest in each other, but I’m finding it hard to look at him with breaking into a smile or kissing him.

“I’m doing great,” I answer. “Thanks for asking.” And despite the soreness I feel every time I walk or sit from our spirited weekend activities, I immediately want him to fuck me again with the small, mischievous smile he flashes me before handing me an unmarked, opaque plastic bag.

“Here are the items you left here last week. I held onto them after you left.” His voice is level and professional, but he’s definitely up to no good. This must be my “present,” whatever it is.

“Uhh, thanks. Appreciate it.” I walk away awkwardly, heading to the bathroom for some privacy so I can open whatever he gave me. As soon as I lock the door, I anxiously open it and find a note at the top.

Ivy,

I thought this might make things a bit more fun for when we’re in public. Try it out while you work out today and see how you like it. I’ll have my phone on me; You might want to communicate that way while you’re here. It’s already on and synced, by the way. Have fun.

I instantly recognize what I see in the bag. It’s a small, pink silicone toy that’s meant to be inserted into the vagina and vibrates at different speeds and intensities. It’s controlled via bluetooth, with one person wearing it and another using their phone to press various commands for the intensity and frequency of vibrations. I had considered buying one last year, but Brady had said, “Why would you use that when you can just wait ‘til we get home where I can actually fuck you?” I had been disappointed, but by that point it was clear he didn’t believe in foreplay, so I gave up on the idea without argument.

My fingers tremble slightly as I pull it from the small box. The bulbous, pink toy fits easily in the palm of my hand and has a flexible tail tapering off of one end.

I’m shaking slightly as I pull down my leggings and slip the toy inside myself. The tail piece hangs down slightly, and I lift it up along my slit so the tip sits against my clit once I pull my panties and leggings back up to keep it in place.

As I stand, I shift and stretch a bit to get used to the sensation. It’s weird, but not uncomfortable. Once I’ve walked back and forth from one end of the bathroom to the other, I feel confident enough to go back out to the gym. It’s only a small amount of pressure inside of me, and I can’t even really feel the piece against my clit much. How bad can it really be?

I tear up the note into tiny pieces and throw it in the garbage along with the bag containing the toy’s packaging, then confidently walk back out into the gym area. I glance quickly in James’ direction, but he’s talking with one of the regular patrons at the desk.

I take a few sips of water, put in my headphones, and start my treadmill warm up, as usual. The vibrator creates an odd sense of pressure in me, but it’s entirely bearable and doesn’t really interfere with my walking. My phone, which is propped up on the small shelf along the treadmill screen, lights up a few minutes later.

“Get ready, baby.”

I read the message, then lock my phone screen, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. With every step, the anticipation builds inside of me until the toy comes to life, whirring softly within me.

I immediately grip the bars on either side of the treadmill to steady myself but continue my walk as the vibrations continue. It’s not very strong, but the sensation is just enough to give me pause and make it more difficult to walk. But as soon as I get used to the feeling, the buzzing stops abruptly.

I take a deep breath. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But now, as I walk, I’m all too aware that James can simply click a button and make the toy resume at any second, and it makes my stomach flutter. I search the reflections in the mirror for him, and we finally lock gazes. He raises his eyebrow and seems to hold back a smile as I scrunch my nose at him. I see him lean back in his chair, phone in hand, and I prepare for what I know is coming.

The vibrations return, this time noticeably stronger, and it takes everything in me to not double over. Holy fuck. I quickly decrease the speed of the treadmill as I struggle to stay upright, feeling the vibrations against my clit as well as inside of myself. Thankfully, he turns it off within twenty seconds, and my phone lights up with a text not soon after.

“Doing okay?”

I type a reply. “Yes, but I can barely stand upright when you do that . . . It feels good though.”

“Good girl.”

I bite my lip to hide my smile.

I finish my walk on the treadmill without incident, but my stomach flutters with anticipation constantly, waiting and waiting for him to do something. The small piece resting against now-sensitive clit is just enough to drive me crazy with anticipation, pressing just lightly enough to cause tension.

I need to sit down for a minute. This is torture.

I walk over to the empty strip of floor and grab a yoga mat, plop it down, and sit. Now is as good of a time to stretch as any. At least there’s no chance of me falling down here since I’m already on the ground. I fold my right leg and extend my left, then slowly lean forward to touch my toes, holding the position for ten seconds before mirroring the action on my other side. With every movement, the toy shifts inside of me, and I’m getting desperate to find a position where I can relieve some of the pressure.

I roll over onto my stomach, and that changes the angle enough that I’m not as insanely on edge. With my hands placed shoulder-width apart on the mat, I raise my torso up, leaving my legs stretched behind me in the snake pose, stretching my abdomen.

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