Page 23 of All I Wank for Christmas

Jasper smiles. “I’d be down for it.”

I squint. “When you say you’d be down for it, do you mean you’d be down for me using it on you?”

“Sure. Why not? We’re in a sex dungeon, and you wanted to check it out. I can’t expect you to try something if I’m not down with it first.” Jasper opens the package and pulls out the anal bead wand, which is the newer style and not the old clacker balls of yesteryear. It looks like a beaded dildo with smaller lumps at the tip of the wand that get larger toward the handle. The handle is circular with a hole in it. Do I put my finger through that loop or something?

“I’ve never done this before. What if I hurt you?”

Jasper walks over to the bench and drops his pants like he’s at the doctor’s office for a standard procedure. He leaves his boots on because they’re laced up high. Luckily, his ankle hems are elastic, so he pulls the pants around his boots. He quickly kicks off his suit pants, picks them up, and throws them to the other side of the room where they land in what looks like a pile of dress-up clothing that’s used for BDSM. I’m so used to men pulling down their pants at my job, that I ignore his hard dick as it weeps for me and stare at the blue anal bead wand Jasper waves in his hand. “With this? How would you hurt me?”

“What if I shove it in too far?”

Jasper goes back to the nightstand. He opens the top drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. “You can use this.”

“Once it’s in, do I just pull on it until it pops out?”

“Do you think it’s like starting a lawn mower?” he asks, and I can’t tell if he’s joking. His voice is deadpan. Serious. If he’s joking, he has a very dry sense of humor.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t pull it out like starting a lawn mower. I should pull it out slower than that.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re trying it on me first because I’d probably get so excited if I was doing it to you that I’d pull it out like starting a lawn mower.”

“Definitely not going anywhere near my ass with that thing until we figure this out, Jasper.”

“Do you want to Google it?” he asks, nodding. “We should research it so we know for sure.”

I feel around the pockets of my skirt and pull out my phone. “How to use anal beads. Christ on a cracker, I can’t believe I’m searching this.”

Several options come up on the home screen. I click one and quickly read through it while Jasper reads over my shoulder like we’re simply perusing a restaurant menu. “This looks easy enough,” I say. “I just pull it out slowly. It says it can be amazing.”

He kisses my neck and nuzzles my ear. “I have other ideas, you know?”

“What kind of ideas?” I giggle. I put my phone back in my skirt pocket and reach up until my hand is in his hair again. “Good ideas?”

“I want your mouth on me while you use the toy.”

“Fuck, Jasper. You’re filthy.”

“Oh, you have no idea, Holly Hepperdine. I’m not done yet. You said something about wanting something inside of you. How about you get the best of both worlds? You suck me off and use the anal beads on me. Kristin’s new dildo has a suction thing on it. Let’s stick that bastard on the wall. I want to watch you fuck it while you blow me.”

“Holy hell.”

“You down for it?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

There is no way I’m saying no to being spit-roasted between Jasper and Kristin’s brand-new dildo. After what he did with his mouth, he could suggest fucking me with a sledgehammer handle right now, and I’d clap.

I lean over and grab the dildo box again, open it, and slide out a blue nine-inch dildo. “They must really like blue, huh? Why is it bigger?”

“Probably because of the wall suction cup. You need more room to allow for your legs. You’ll realistically only take around four of that, right?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I’ve never fucked a wall dildo.”

“That makes two of us.”

Jasper grabs the dildo and stares at it for a minute like he’s trying to figure out how this is going to work. “Awfully life-like.” He looks around the room and walks to the wall behind the bench, licks the suction part of the dildo, and sticks it against the wall. We both inspect it for a moment until Jasper reaches forward and flicks it with his index finger, chuckling when the dildo wobbles like a door stopper but stays attached. “Seems sturdy. Get on, sweetheart.”

“Does that line work on all the ladies? Get on?”

Turning to face me, he nudges me back against the wall and boxes me in with his arms. His biceps flex next to my face, and my fingers come up to the spot of chest hair between his pectorals. I run my fingers through the hair there and move up his neck.

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