𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆

EPISODE 17- THE TOY

Mimi’s birthday bash was the most talked-about event of the month, and I knew I had to make an impression. I dressed meticulously in a red bodycon dress that left little to the imagination. The dress clung to my curves, barely covering my behind, and my red matte lipstick completed the look. But the real statement piece was the metal object Marcus had given me: a gem-adorned plug. It felt awkward and a bit uncomfortable, but I was determined to impress him.

Arriving at the club, the pulsating music and flashing lights greeted me. The atmosphere was electric, but my focus was solely on Marcus. He looked stunning in a tailored blue suit, his presence commanding attention. My heart raced as I spotted him, mingling with the crowd. But as I watched, I saw Marcus ignoring me completely, his attention fixed on Mimi. A pang of jealousy twisted in my gut.

Mimi clung to Marcus, laughing at something he said. It drove me mad. I wanted him to notice me, to see that I was here and that I was ready for him.

With determination, I made my way across the room. As I approached Marcus, I could see him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. My heart pounded. I reached him, took a deep breath, and subtly slipped my underwear into the pocket of his blazer.

Marcus’s eyes widened slightly as he noticed the shiny gem from my dress. Before he could react fully, I turned and made a beeline for the washroom. I hoped to catch him off guard, but I could feel his gaze burning into my back.

Inside the washroom, I leaned against the sink, my heart racing. The sound of the door opening signaled Marcus’s arrival. He locked the door behind him, his face a mask of frustration and desire.

The moment I entered the washroom, my heart was racing. The sound of the door opening signaled Marcus’s arrival. He locked the door behind him, his face a mask of frustration and desire. He was right there, his eyes locked onto mine with an unspoken hunger. He leaned against locked the door behind him, trapping us in the small space. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable.

“Why are you playing this game with me?” Marcus’s voice was low and dangerous. His gaze was unwavering, filled with a mix of desire and frustration.

I leaned against the sink, trying to seduce him with my posture, where the gemstone was properly visible to him.

“Nina,” he said, his voice a low growl. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I turned to face him, trying to maintain my composure despite the racing pulse and the throbbing ache of desire. “I wanted you to notice me, Marcus. I’ve been waiting for a chance like this.”

Marcus stepped closer, his expression darkening with anger. “You think you can just show up and make demands? You’re pushing your luck.”

I met his gaze, trying to seduce him with my posture. “I’m not making demands. I just- need you.”He reached out, gripping my hair tightly, pulling me closer. “You’re playing with fire, Nina. I don’t like being toyed with.”

My breath caught as I looked up at him. “I’m not toying with you. I just need you so badly.”

Marcus’s eyes flashed with a mix of desire and irritation. “You’re making a mistake. This isn’t how things work with me. Swinging between me and Paxton.”

He was still upset, that I hooked with Paxton. Well it was his fault, he treated me like trash, when I needed him the most.

He made me put my underwear back on, his touch firm and unyielding. Then he draped his oversized blazer over me, making me feel even more vulnerable. “Cover up,” he said curtly. “I’m not interested in this game anymore.”

With that, he turned and left the washroom. I was left alone, feeling both frustrated and unsatisfied. I needed to escape the intensity of my emotions, so I called Paxton.

When Paxton arrived, I kissed him with a desperate hunger, trying to drown out the thoughts of Marcus. But even in that moment of distraction, Marcus’s image was burned into my mind.

“I’m sorry, Paxton,” I said, pulling away. “I need to leave.”

Paxton looked confused but didn’t argue. “Alright, Nina. Just let me know if you need anything.”

I returned home, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. I locked myself in my room and lay on the bed, the metal plug still inside me. As I touched myself, the sensation of the plug only heightened my desire.

I closed my eyes, thinking about Marcus—his commanding presence, his touch, the way he looked at me. The pleasure built slowly, each touch and movement fueling my desire for him.

“Oh, Marcus,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “Why are you always on my mind?”

The pleasure grew intense, and my body quaked with the intensity of it. “I need you,” I moaned, losing myself in the sensation. The metal plug pressed against me, adding a new dimension to my pleasure.

My breathing became ragged as I approached the peak of my desire. The release was overwhelming, a mixture of satisfaction and sadness. I cried out softly, feeling both the intense pleasure and the ache of unfulfilled longing.

The metal plug remained inside me, a symbol of the night’s events and my complicated feelings for Marcus. As I drifted off to sleep, the image of him lingered in my mind—a bittersweet reminder of what I had longed for and the reality of what was.

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