Saving Grace (on hiatus)

Ch 11: Tentacle

Grace POV:

"What about this Dildo? its glass and it looks like a tentacle thats cool I bet the little glass suction cups could hit that G-spot just right with the way it curves."

I whisper yelled at him "please get off my laptop and stop looking up sex toys!"

"Why are you whispering?"

"my parents are home!"

He whispered too, "the tentacle comes in pink if that helps."

"I don't want a tentacle dildo!"

"...The phallic flower then? its girly and also glass."

Why is he so obsessed with glass dildos?

"Oh what about this one its got a clit vibe. you would like that, I see you as a cum by clít stimulation kind of girl. Its not glass but its hot."

"no. no dildos!"

"I'm buying you the tentacle. I like the way it looks. What size do you want?"

"I don't want it."

"You have wide enough hips for the big one..oh look it comes in a set of three the small one is white, the medium is pink, and the large is red. it comes in green blue and black too. Preference? I think the girly one suits you more."

"No tentacles!"

"Im getting you the set of white, pink, and red and because honestly I don't see you as a black dick kind of girl or I guess black tentacle or whatever."

My jaw dropped.

Is he purposely this offensive or is this just how he is?

"Anyways, you wanna watch more porn? I downloaded a bunch for you."

My cheeks flushed, "no!"

"you will like them."

I shook my head at him.

"I got your earbuds so no one will hear the moaning and screaming but us, I'll even tell you how to properly pet yourself."

I stared at him for a long moment, "please tell me your kidding."

"That cute little button of yours right over your tasty tunnel, you know the little button that starts to throb when you look at me? thats your clít, touch it a lot but dont like pummel it, take good care of it and get a little rough when you start to feel your stomach tighten, those little fingers of yours go into that warm tight-"

"Shut it! no no no no no no no! stop it!"

"Masturbation  is healthy, don't listen to my daddy abstaining is bad! and if you can't get laid whack it or pet it depending on your gender. The big O is important."

I gaped at him.

"Although sometimes no matter how talented the slut I find it difficult to find satisfaction in orgasm. part of being me is the whole get me going and I can pound you for a good three days straight thing."

A blush darted across the bridge of my nose.

"I mean yeah I'll be satisfied for like five second then suddenly I get hotter than before. and I just need to fuck, hard. Its a blessing and a curse."

Well then...

"Speaking of the need to fuck.." he looked down at his crotch, "I'm awake I guess. Weird." He looked over to me eyeing me critically, "Nah still don't wanna fuck you. turn around and lift up your terrible skirt pretty sure I can whack it to your ass."

My jaw hit the floor. "I am not letting you stare at my ass while you masturbate!"

"Would you rather I summon one of my sluts and get a live show?"

"No! I would rather you ignore it."

"Hey you never ignore a happy Lu-Lu junior. Bad Grace, bad. Why should I have blue balls because your conservative about your ass? If you got it flaunt it...and thats the only thing you got."

I grit my teeth at the insult, "fine let me put it in a way you will understand. I am not showing you my ass because your hair is a turn off!"

That doesn't even make sense...but whatever it seemed to to him because he was staring at me shocked, "how do you not like my hair?!"

"Its a mohawk thats tacky and ugly."

He hissed at me, literally hissed between his pointed teeth, "bitch tacky is that bald head gelled rainbow bullshit. My sides are buzzed just enough so a woman can feel just the right softness and my mohawk is forever un gelled but perfectly styled and always at the right length!"

Wow he's really into his hair...

"I mean come on, im the sexiest fucking thing thats ever walked through your door and thats including your mom."

I glared at him as he snickered away, "i still hate your hair."

"Pet me."

"What?"

He grabbed my wrist, dragging me from the chair was in to where he lie on the bed, "pet.me."

I blinked at him.

"Do it and I'll ignore my dick."

Instantly my hand shot to his hair, my fingers sinking into the black waves.

...his hair was softer than mine, like a kitten.

And it was infuriatingly silky, the buzzed sides just long enough to tickle my fingers but not scratch like your average buzzed hair.

Not like the way the stubble on his jaw slightly scratched my arm as he turned his head to look at me, "told yah."

He had this stupid lazy little smirk on his face, like he was perfectly content to just lie here and let me rub my fingers through his hair.

It didn't hit me until he closed his eyes and leaned back a bit but he likes it. He likes to have someone just sit there and pet him.

That is so weird.

"..so how many of your women in hell do you make sit here and do this."

"Their job is to make my dick happy not play with my hair."

I paused, "but you like it..?"

He cracked one eye open lazily, "why do you think I need a pet. Someones got to do these things."

I rose a brow at him, considering retreating my hand.

...but I have never felt hair as soft as his before.

Angel hair i guess. The devil still has angel hair.

"Now if only you would just die so we can do this in a bed that doesn't remind me of a fucking princess whose too afraid to pork her stable boy."

I yanked on his hair, glaring at him, "I hate you."

He shot me a blank look, "who doesn't? Or do you think the whole ruler of hell thing is just a cover for a teddy bear factory? Idiot."

I glared at him, struggling for an answer and settling for huffing and stalking away when I couldn't find one.

His voice followed me from the room, "fyi I got you the set of three. By the looks of the shoulder tension you carry you could use the tentacle love."