ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

32: The C*ck Lamp

RITA

A Present.

I hadn't realized he'd gone on a little shopping spree while I sat in the salon. Feeling oddly flattered that he'd thought of me in my absence, I peek into the bag he hands me. My breath catches as I blink twice, wondering if my eyes are deceiving me.

"You went and bought... a cock while I was getting my hair done?" I ask, perplexed.

The gift feels so brazen — like him — yet undeniably alluring. I do like those toys. His sinful tastes have rubbed off on me; they don't mortify me anymore.

The bag rustles as I reach in and pull out a lustrous and shiny cock, catching the mall's bright light. It looks so big in my hands that my face turns red.

"It is a cock, isn't it?" I ask, still unsure.

The pictures showing that it can light up make me hesitate. Maybe it isn't meant for my own pleasure. Maybe it's just the strangest lamp I've ever seen.

Before Roman can answer, a little girl skips past us. Her curious eyes lock onto the object in my hand.

She stops, pointing at it with pure excitement. "Mommy, look! A shiny night lamp!"

My stomach drops as her mother turns around. Her expression shifts from normal to shocked, and she looks at my gift very scandalously.

"I beg your pardon," she says, her voice stiff. "This is a mall. A public place. Don't you have any shame? There are children here, and you are opening... this?"

I bite my lip, heat creeping up my neck. Roman, however, stays perfectly calm, his hands tucked behind the bag, not bothered at all.

"Fair point," he hums, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"But don't you think its harsh to judge our lamp?"

The little one claps her hands and giggles, still blissfully unaware of its true purpose. "A night lamp! A shiny one! I want one like a unicorn!"

"Deborah," her mother says sharply, "that is not a lamp for children. And it is certainly not something respectable adults should be carrying around in public places."

"Your mother's right, little one," Roman drawls, his smirk deepening. "But she could buy one for herself. Maybe one that goes far up in darker places. And light her up a little."

So that's a night lamp.

"How are you talking to me? Who do you think you are?" the mother gasps, her hand flying to her chest. "Keep your nasty suggestions to yourself, you hear me?"

"I would if you hadn't stuck your Gargamel nose into our business," he retorts, calm but cutting. Then, with a glance at the child, he adds, "Take your little shit and leave, or she's going to learn words you'll dread explaining."

The mother stiffens, then drags Deborah away, muttering about how shameless and disrespectful we are, while Roman simply waves at her provocatively.

As soon as they're gone, I lightly punch his arm with the box of my new night lamp and nod toward my present in my hands.

"Seriously, Roman! Next time you gift me a night lamp shaped like a cock, a little warning would be nice so I can open it in a more private place."

His eyes sparkle. "So you're not mad at the gift itself — just that I handed it to you in public?"

"Yeah..." I admit.

Biting my lip to keep a smile from breaking through. I needed a night lamp anyway since I cannot see in the dark, and that he thought of one is just so considerate of him.