Epilogue
Three weeks later
I hold my hand out and stare down at the perfect solitaire diamond on my ring finger. We picked up my engagement ring today. Nathan designed it and had it made especially.
“I am literally loving myself sick.” I swoon.
Nathan smirks as he sips his beer. “Couldn’t tell.”
I’m sitting on the kitchen counter, and we’re just about to go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate.
“Can you take another photo of me?” I ask.
He takes out his phone, and I hold my hand up. “Make sure you get my ring.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’ve made me take five hundred photos of that ring today.” He takes a few photos.
“Take some more.” I put my hand on my face. “Make it look casual so my ring stands out.”
He drops his phone and looks at me, deadpan. “Nobody sits on the kitchen counter with their hand on their face, Eliza.”
I smile goofily. “Nobody else has a ring this perfect. This is the ring of my life, Nathan. Get with the program.” I stare at it lovingly. I’m not even joking. This is the best engagement ring I’ve ever seen.
He chuckles. “It had better be the ring of your life.”
I pull him closer by his shirt, and I kiss his big lips. “I just love it. I just love you.”
“I have another surprise for you,” he says as if remembering something.
“And what would that be?”
His eyes dance with delight, and he takes off into the bedroom. “Now!” he calls. “Stay with me on this one.”
I kick my feet around in excitement. When he says that, it’s usually something sexual. The man is a deviant. He’s had me wearing butt plugs all week for my, and I quote, ‘training’.
He reappears with a black box wrapped in gold ribbon. He passes it over. “Don’t freak out.”
“Okay….” I open the box and stare down at the black egg. I frown. “What’s this?”
“A little bit of fun.”
I stare at it as I pick it up. It has a latex texture. My eyes rise to meet his. “And what do you do with this?”
Nathan smiles darkly and spreads my legs. He rubs his fingertips over my panties. “You wear it.”
“Where?”
He puts his finger into the side of my panties, and he slides his two fingers deep into my sex. “Here.”
My eyes flutter closed. “I’m already wearing a butt plug, Nathan,” I remind him. He put it in this afternoon as he went down on me.
I swear to God, this man is going to fuck me to death.
He smiles as he takes my lips in his. He sucks on them as his tongue does that twirling thing it does so well. “They go together, babe,” he breathes.
Arousal heats my blood. “How much longer am I in this training stage?”
He rubs the egg over my panties. “Wear this tonight, and it will be the last session.”
My eyes widen. “You want me to wear it… out?” I gasp. We’ve only played around at home before. This is next level crazy.
“Why not?”
I shrug. “Because…” I pause as I search for the right wording, “it’s rude, Nathan.”
He chuckles as he slips the egg under my panties and rubs it back and forth through my wet lips. “That’s the point, babe.”
“You want me to wear a butt plug and an egg thing… inside my body… at the same time, while we go to dinner?” I rasp.
“Yes.” He nods, smirking. “I do.”
My eyes widen. “Nathan.”
“Humor me.” He laughs as he pulls me closer for a kiss.
“This could be disastrous,” I murmur against his lips.
“Or just fucking hot.” He spreads my legs and puts them up on the counter. He slowly slides the egg deep inside my body.
My eyes close. “Ohh…” I whimper as my body sucks it in. I’m already teetering on the edge of an orgasm from his plug.
“How does that feel?” He rearranges his hard dick in his pants.
I frown and squirm as I try get used to the sensation. “Full.”
He bites his bottom lip as he watches me. “Just how I like it.” He rubs my sex through my panties. “Let’s go. If we stay here any longer, you’re getting it good.”
He takes my hand and drags me off the counter. Something tells me I’m going to get it good, anyway.
An hour later, Nathan and I are sitting at a table in our favorite bar. It’s bustling, and I just want to stare at my ring.
“I’ll get us another drink, babe. Margarita?”
“Yes, please.”
Nathan disappears to the bar, and I feel a flutter inside.
Oh… what’s that?
It was like my body contracted around the egg. I feel my face heat, and I look around.
God, Nathan is next level dirty. I smirk as I sip my drink. If all of these people in this club knew what I have going on under this dress, they would be appalled.
Or impressed. I’m undecided where I stand on it. All I know is that there is a lot of stuff going on inside of me right now, and it’s fucking hot.
I feel a flutter from deep inside again, and I frown as the air leaves my lunges.
What was that?
Is my body contracting around it? I drain the last of my drink as I feel a flutter again. Goosebumps scatter up my arms. Every time my sex contracts around the egg, I get a sharp jolt of pleasure from my behind. I drop my head, overwhelmed by the sensations. Everything feels magnified down there. Thump, thump, thump… pumps the pulse in my sex.
Fuck.
Nathan sits back down at the table and passes me my drink. “Thanks.” I pick it up and take a huge gulp.
I feel a vibration, and I close my eyes as arousal begins to take over. What’s going on here?
“Everything all right?” Nathan asks as he takes a sip of his drink.
“I just…” There’s another flutter deep inside, and my eyebrows rise by themselves. “Holy fuck,” I whisper.
“Mercer,” we hear someone say.
“Oh my God, Cam?” Nathan laughs out loud, and he stands to shake a man’s hand. “Eliza, this is my friend Cameron Stanton,” Nathan introduces me. Nathan seems very pleased to see this man, whoever he is.
“Hello.” I wince as I clench my sex to stop the flutters.
“Hi, there.” Cameron smiles.
“What are you doing here, man?” Nathan laughs.
“Oh, Ash has a family reunion thing going on. I’m just here to pick up a bottle of wine. She’s out in the car. I was going to call you tomorrow to try and catch up.”
God, this guy is gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome. But of course his good looks could be due to the fact that I’m halfway through fucking an egg right now, and even the salt and pepper shakers seem attractive.
Nathan and Cameron fall into conversation, and the egg begins to pulse. Thump… thump… thump.
Ooooh, fuck.
My legs begin to open by themselves. Oh no, I’m going to come.
I sit back and grip the edge of the table with both hands as perspiration dusts my skin.
I glance up, and Nathan’s eyes are locked on me. He bites his bottom lip and then gives me a sexy wink before he continues talking to his friend.
Wait. What? Is he doing this?
He puts his hand into his pocket, and then the egg begins to pump faster. Oh my God.
He is doing it.
My body begins to contract as it rides the waves of pleasure, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face and act normal.
This is so…
My eyes are trying so hard to roll back in my head as my chest rises and falls. I struggle for air, and I grip the table with white-knuckle force.
The egg pulses harder and harder, and my behind is contracting along with it.
I need to get to the bathroom. I can’t come here in front of Nathan’s friend.
Oh, hell.
Nathan is a bad, bad man.