Page 84 of The Toy Maker


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I undressed quickly, keeping my eyes away from the mirror. Store lighting was designed to shame hopeful women.

But when I finally looked?—

I sucked in a deep breath.

The burgundy corset hugged my curves, black lace tracing delicate patterns across my skin. The garter belt cinched at my waist, holding up thigh-high stockings that made my legs look longer.

Thinking of the attendant sent my jealousy into overdrive. I knew she would still be eyeing Jason, still be imagining what it would be like to have him.

And maybe it was petty, maybe it was desperate, but I grabbed my phone and took a picture.Sending risqué pictures to your boss is generally a terrible idea.

But considering his cock had been inside me not even a day before, I would make an exception.

He responded quickly,‘I believe we’ve found a winner. Now, come back out here so I can properly enjoy the view.’

A slow smile curved on my lips. My mother always said teasing wasn’t ladylike.

But I never cared much for rules.

‘I don’t know... I think I’m going to sightsee a little on my own...’I swallowed down the anticipation gathering in my throat.

His next message came faster.

‘Don’t you dare touch yourself.’

I could practically see his nostrils flaring at my disobedience. Of course, I knew that my actions would come with consequences.

That was the point.

I sat on the plush ottoman in the corner and let my hand drift between my thighs, making sure to send another photo.

‘It just feels so nice...’

‘Tara, do not tempt me.”

I responded with a final snapshot of my thighs spread wide, fingers dipping where I knew he wanted to be.‘Your move.’

Silence.

I closed my eyes, rubbing slow circles against my clit, dragging myself to the edge of my long-awaited orgasm, but there were loud footsteps approaching.

I barely had time to process them before Jason stood by the door. I scrambled to let him in, my heart pounding.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, suddenlyveryaware that we were about to get caught.

He smiled, pleased by my panic. “Finishing what you started.”

“We’ll get thrown out,” I protested.

“Relax.” His fingers trailed down my arm. “The attendant went on break.” He stepped closer, heat radiating off him. “Now,” he murmured, “why don’t you go back to what you were doing?”

THIRTY

I wason my knees over the stool, my ass facing toward the door as I awaited my punishment. Jason stood behind me, eyeing every part of my exposed body.

My cunt was already dripping onto the faux wood floors.

I saw him in the mirror, his jeans straining against his growing hardness.