Contents
Cover
About the Book
Title Page
Introduction by F. Leonora Solomon
Destiny and the Truth Detector by Kaysee Renee Robichaud
Apron Strings and Wedding Rings by Giselle Renarde
Junk in the Trunk by Landon Dixon
A Heavenly Tail by Gemma Parkes
The Contest by Celeste Vaughn
The Gueschtunkina Ray Gun by Spencer Dryden
Drinking Stars by Becka Rose
Handy Hannah by Angie Sargenti
Toy Parties by Nicole Wilder
The Toymaker by Annaliese Frei
Marital Aids by Lynn Lake
Best Supporting Actress by Lexie Bay
Copyright
Because sometimes a hot partner just isn’t enough. . .
In November 2012 we brought you Quickies: Sex Toys, a deliciously erotic collection of kinky play stories. But our Black Lace authors had so many more tales of enhanced fun in the bedroom that we had to give you a second edition!
More Sex Toys contains even more short stories that feature exciting toys and even steamier occasions for you to enjoy.
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Sex is nothing but playful and imaginative, as toys are meant to be. Sex toys can be introduced into a relationship for fun, but often their usage is meant to maintain the status quo in a particular partnership or to uncover truths that need a little more prodding out of a partner. Toys might be a prop and there might be acting involved but, at the same time, in a sexual relationship you have to trust your partner a lot for that kind of abandonment. In the stories in this anthology, no toy is just a frivolous prop – something deeper is always revealed in the end. For an editor, this anthology was a pleasure to edit: so many different scenes, so many different perspectives and relationships. You, dear reader, are in for such pleasure that you may begin to use this book as your own prop!
F. Leonora Solomon
New York, July 2013
Jacob Marster’s studio apartment was a claustrophobia-inducing space that college kids equated with freedom – from parents, from morals, from the lives they had once led. It was quaint. Spartan. Though she was now thirty-three and he thirty-four, and the space was too narrow to fit a middle-aged woman’s hopes and dreams, Destiny Worthen still felt free there. Well, the promise of freedom, anyway.
‘Still glad you came?’ Jacob asked, sitting opposite her at the room’s narrow bistro table. ‘It’s a little modest …’
‘It’s small,’ she said, ‘but I’m glad to be with its owner.’
‘Well, renter.’ He chuckled and added, ‘Or should I say, big spender renter since I have the luxury expense of paying month-to-month.’
The faster, Destiny thought, to escape this place.
When she looked at Jacob, she saw two versions: one was the angry nineteen-year-old boy he had been, and the other was the man he had become.
Fifteen years before, Jacob had been such a spitfire, short but broad-shouldered, with dark eyes and a heart that was restless, demanding what it wanted and damning everything else, like sense and tradition. The west Texas oil fields had done him right, replacing the pudge and pastiness of young indulgences with steely hardness and a brown tan.
She wondered how he saw her. As the gangly teen queen with the straw-colored hair and prominent cheek bones she had been, or the slump-shouldered, silvering-haired woman she had become? She did her best to stave off or at least slow the creeping waistline that accompanied age; she worked damned hard to keep in fighting shape but time and gravity were dire adversaries. She was not, as her pappy said, a spring chicken anymore. Sitting at Jacob’s plywood table, she crossed her hands on her lap, trying to hide the small belly she had been unconsciously cultivating.
‘It’s not a mansion,’ he said. ‘Not a historic plantation.’
In her life, she’d had more than enough of those things. She wanted to tell him that money didn’t make happiness, but that was not completely true. Money enabled happiness. It also enabled the same blind dependency as all the other euphoric delivery systems, be they chemical or ideological.
‘But it’s yours,’ she said. ‘And these things.’ She glanced around at his modest possessions, and realized that this ideal had been showing up a lot around him: modesty. She stood up and walked around in a slow circle, pausing to caress the white cotton sleeve of a button-down shirt hanging on the back of his closet door. ‘These things are yours. I like to see you for you. Not for you pretending, the way you used to.’
After a heartbeat of reflection, he asked ‘Can I offer you a libation?’
‘If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.’ She rejoined him at the table. ‘I don’t wish to be a nuisance.’
‘Trust me, I’ve spared no expense,’ he said.
From a kitchen drawer, he produced an unmarked, half-filled bottle and from a cabinet a pair of jelly jars. These items were such a surprise, not at all the sorts of things found in that museum the Worthen family called its ancestral home.
‘Is that Mama Biscuit’s shine?’
‘Straight from the haunted holler,’ he said, with a chuckle. ‘I faced five ghosts down to bring this back with me. And only I escaped to tell thee…’ He poured two vessels, and handed her one. ‘Don’t stand on ceremony,’ he said. ‘Drink up, if you want.’
She wanted, but still she sipped. It was ladylike. One thing to be said about Kentucky women, the ladies still behaved like ladies. Especially those burdened with the Worthen name. Hell, the whole town knew them because once upon a time, the whole town belonged to the Worthen family. Won in a poker game with a pair of deuces and a perfect poker face.
She sipped because she wanted Jacob to think of her as a lady, still. She sipped because, if she drank too fast, the regrets would come to the fore, and she would sit all night yapping his ear off about how she should’ve stood by him years ago. How she should never have heeded her parents’ wishes over her own heart.
And really, who would want to hear all of that?
He sat down opposite her, sipped from his own jelly jar glass. ‘You were certainly surprised to see me outside Habord’s shop.’
‘I couldn’t believe you actually came back here,’ she said. ‘Still can’t. It was a promise you made. A vow. Never coming back to Worthen’s Bluff again, so long as you should live.’ Her heart had died a little that day, and his words were imprinted on the killing wound.
‘The times, they do change.’
She raised her glass,
‘To change.’
He touched his glass to hers; the chunky vessels made more of a solid clunk than anything musical. They sipped together, and she could not stop herself remembering the way he had been when they had made love those many summers ago. His skin had shone with sweat, as he took her, powerful and driven by youth’s hot, hot passions.
‘My dear Miss Worthen, I do believe you can’t hold your liquor,’ he said. ‘Is that a blush I see forming?’
‘Some of us have not trained our livers by drinking with cowboys and oil men.’
‘Field work is field work,’ he said.
‘Does Texas still have cowboys?’
‘There will always be cowboys in Texas.’ He laughed. ‘Of course, the ones who dress the part haven’t seen an actual cow or a day’s work with their hands. The clothes, boots and hats are big, big business down there. The sort of business that has little to do with the rangy types, more for the white collar folks. Have you ever heard of a businessman’s Stetson?’
‘I may have,’ she replied. ‘Sounds like one of the things my Daddy’s advisors would wear.’
‘Silliest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Business suit and a baby sized Stetson.’ He sipped again, then said, ‘Pardon my salty language.’
His eyes were on her, and though his manner was somewhat reserved, those eyes held intensity. They burned and yearned. She felt gorgeous and young again, under that look. His gaze was a potent thing, and through it she forgot herself for a moment and felt fifteen years younger.
‘I like a little salt,’ she said. ‘Too much refinement is for the birds.’
‘So you say.’
He licked a touch of liquor from his upper lip, and she wondered about his mouth. Wondered if his kisses would stoke her heart, stirring the coals of her spirit. Until seeing him again, she had not dwelled on those long ago days, but now? Now, memories mingled with musing. ‘Say you’re not married?’
‘I’m not.’ He laughed. ‘What woman would want me? A thirty-five-year-old oil field hand? Who lives in a place like this?’
‘I can think of a few,’ she said.
‘Oh, can you now?’
‘I can,’ she said. ‘There’s always Margret Plainview.’
‘Isn’t she blind in one eye?’
‘Both now,’ Destiny helpfully supplied. ‘The macular degeneration has done her a mischief.’
‘There’s a winning candidate,’ he said.
‘She’s a sweet thing,’ Destiny said. ‘So long as you’re not afraid of a little crazy thinking. She does tell a good one about how Washington is being controlled by extraterrestrials. We still can’t tell if she’s referring to DC or the first president.’
‘Blind and crazy. This prospect keeps getting better.’
‘There are others, if that one hasn’t already won you over.’
‘I can’t say I’m quite sold.’
‘Well, if not her, then perhaps Peggy Pruce. She’s older, now, but no less ripe for matrimony.’
‘Last I heard, she was a confirmed bachelorette.’
‘Well, there’s always me.’ This third option, delivered with a jokey face, sat in the air for half a dozen heartbeats, fat with all of her hopes and dreams. One word of rejection might be enough to kill Destiny on the spot.
As the time ticked past, she wondered why she had spoken up at all. What good could come of it but heartache? He was a man of the world, now. What did he want with an old, forgettable girlfriend?
‘I do believe your folks would rather you married a plucked chicken,’ he started, ‘than be seen with a Marsters boy.’
It was not quite a rejection, but stung nevertheless.
He continued, ‘And yet, I would certainly consider the option and consider it deeply.’
‘The lesser of three evils?’ she asked, doing her damnedest to save face.
‘Or the greatest of all possible goods.’
‘Jacob?’ She set her glass down, or else it was liable to fall to the floor. Though the jelly jar was likely too strong to smash apart, it would be a waste of good moonshine.
Before her now freed hand could snake back to her lap, he reached over and took it between his own. His fingers were callused, his palms rough, yet his grip was gentle. ‘The fact is, I still have deep feelings for you, Destiny Worthen. Have, these many years. I know when we parted last it was… it was under less than optimal circumstances. However, the reason I came back here was to see you again.’
‘Jacob,’ she repeated, feeling like a fool for only saying his name again and again. ‘Jacob.’
‘Will you make love with me?’ he asked, and she blushed at his brazenness.
He really had changed: his manner was sexy in a naughty way. Destiny considered protesting, but knew she would succumb.
She knew it when she came here tonight, had known it when she first saw him. She ached for his touch, had been aching for it since he left. And he still wanted her. How could he? After she let her family drive a wedge between them? It was too much to believe. Too much to even consider.
‘Yes,’ she said, wondering if she had spoken too quickly. To compensate, she added, ‘I think I might like that, Jacob,’ feeling increasingly foolish with each word. ‘I mean, I might. I mean… Oh, dear Lord.’
He smiled as he set his glass down. ‘I may have a little special something for you. To help you figure out just what your mind and heart are looking for. Would you like to experiment with me?’
‘Yes,’ she said, uncertain what he might mean by that word. Experiment. What sort of things did people experiment with in west Texas?
He stood up, and went to his closet, opened the door and selected one of his suitcases. The matched set of nice-looking luggage stood side by side, not exactly cheap. Well, she supposed, a traveling man might invest in a set of good suitcases the same way a big driver might invest in a good set of wheels.
He set the case on the floor and thumbed open the latches, which clacked open loud as gunshots. After retrieving a few things, he closed the lid and returned to the table. Between their jelly jar glasses, he placed two objects: a pair of shiny, steel handcuffs and the strangest dildo she had ever seen. The latter was ten inches long, as wide around as a cucumber, with a base that was both wide and bulky. How many batteries would fit in such a thing? Half a dozen?
‘Have I shocked you?’
‘I’ve become shock-resistant in the last few years.’ She picked up the dildo, holding the base as though it were the bulky hilt of a sword. ‘And just what did you have in mind for this, hmm?’
‘It’s a truth detector,’ he said.
‘Excuse me?’
‘A truth detector.’ He reached over, taking it from her hands. While making adjustments on the massive base, Jacob held the toy with a casualness she had never seen in a man. Most of the fellows she had gone with had been proper southern men who unanimously viewed vibrators as hereditary enemies, and had no interest in learning otherwise. Jacob certainly knew his way around the toy.
How interesting.
‘Are you going to explain your pronouncement?’
He met her eyes, holding the toy between them at chin level. ‘This toy knows the difference between truth and a lie.’
She laughed. The base was what gave her hesitation, however. Anything could be in there. more than just batteries.
‘You don’t believe me?’
‘No, Jacob. I don’t.’
The vibrator buzzed for a few seconds, then fell silent. Her jaw dropped.
He said, ‘That was a true statement.’
‘Oh, now you’re being silly.’
‘No,’ he said, ‘I’m being serious.’ The vibrator buzzed again. ‘See?’
He must be making it respond that way somehow. A button or wheel. A switch.
‘And what do you propose doing with it?’
‘I propose,’ he said, ‘we undress and try it out.’
‘Undress?’ The idea rooted in her mind, getting her hot. ‘Why, Jacob. Aren’t you …’ She had meant to say Aren’t you making a few assumptions about us, but then the dildo distracted her. She wondered about how it might feel inside her; it was long and veined and seductive
‘Aren’t I, indeed?’ he asked. ‘Tell me you don’t want to.’
She tried to do just that, but words failed her.
‘Tell me,’ he repeated, his voice strong and powerful. Not scary, but dominant. She liked him talking that way. He had become a delicious bad boy. ‘You don’t want to.’
‘I don’t want to.’
The vibrator remained silent and still. ‘You weren’t being truthful.’
He was right, of course. She did want to, but not that easily. ‘How could it tell?’
‘Science works wonders.’
And that was all he said on the matter.
‘You’re playing with it, right? Turning it on?’
‘I’d like to play with it,’ he replied, ‘and turn it on.’ It buzzed for his double entendre. ‘But the truth detector operates as its own entity. Maybe it’s science, maybe magic, maybe something else entirely. If you want to try it out, then we certainly can.’ The dildo vibrated in full agreement.
‘What about those?’ She indicated the handcuffs with a nod.
‘Those are purely for your protection.’
‘Your truth detector says you’re not being truthful.’
‘Maybe they’re for both of us, maybe there’s nothing pure about them.’
The vibrator buzzed, the sound and motion incredibly stimulating. Her nipples had grown painfully hard.
She stood up, playing with the buttons on her dress before undoing them, making a foolish game of it. Each button was a tiny puzzle, complicated by the fact that she never stopped looking at Jacob and his miraculous truth detector. His eyes were hungry, devouring every inch of skin she offered him. She enjoyed his rapt attention: serving as focal point for so much passion was such a turn-on.
‘Aren’t you going to join me?’
He set the dildo down as he stood up, pulling his shirt up over his head and revealing an incredible six pack. His guns were steel, his abs were rock hard: watching him move stole her breath away. He was a gorgeous man.
Her dress slid to the floor, exposing her pastel purple panties and matching bra.
He tugged on his zipper but she stopped him. ‘Wait. Let me.’
His hands fell to his sides, and she crossed to him. Every inhale brought in a fresh measure of his natural musk, the scent turning her on to new heights, though she was already wet and wanting. She reached to unzip and unbutton his pants, the contact sending tingles through her fingers. Drawing his zipper down, she found yet another surprise.
He had gone commando.
His cock practically leapt up, out and into her hand. The skin was smooth, nothing at all like his workman’s hands. It was just the way she remembered it: strong, stout, and gorgeous. Then, she realized that something had changed. A stainless steel barbell lurked near the tip. Its ends were capped with turquoise spheres.
A Prince Albert? When had he? What had possessed him to?
‘Oh. Oh, my.’ Her knee-jerk reaction made her blush. She did not dislike the piercing, she was simply surprised
‘Looks like someone is feeling frisky.’
‘Someone is incredibly frisky,’ he said, and the dildo vibrated.
Startled, she glanced toward it, lying on its side on the table a few feet away. He had not manipulated it. It really did work somehow. The revelation was both eerie and titillating.
His index finger caressed its way up her throat, found her jawline and gently guided her back to meet his gaze. That moment lasted a beautiful eternity, before he leaned in and she moved forward. Their eyes closed, their mouths met, and a decade and a half of pent-up passion was unsealed. It was a kiss fit for a fairy tale. It was releasing, transformative.
She wrapped him in an embrace, devouring his kiss, demanding more, more, more. He pulled her close, his strong arms around her waist. His stiff cock pressed between their bellies. She thought nothing of her figure, her family or her regrets. This moment was everything. A priceless infinity, ripe with forgiveness among everything else.
The kiss had been but the first step, she knew this. Jacob’s smile was a taunt and a promise. She kissed him again, and it was just as magical.
He pulled away from her. ‘We have some truths,’ he said, ‘that need detecting.’
She nibbled her lower lip and nodded. ‘Where do you want me?’
‘Sit back down in the chair, if you please.’
She did please. Good Lord did she please. Destiny eased down onto the cushion, squirming when the rough material rubbed her bare thighs. She had gooseflesh.
Jacob picked up the handcuffs on his slow, deliberate journey alongside and then behind her. He pulled her arms back, gently but insistently, and cuffed her. The steel was unyielding, as strong as his arms. Her breath grew hot, knowing she was at his mercy, but also knowing that she could end this game with a single word.
He drew his fingers through her hair, finger combing it away from her face. ‘Now, spread your legs.’
She did, and a flood of heat and scent poured from her. She smelled her own arousal’s heady musk, and she knew he could, too. There was no shame: let him know how much he turned her on! She certainly felt the arousal coming from him.
Standing behind her, he ran his hands along either side of her face, along her cheeks and jawline, and then further. Over her shoulders and down her chest. His touch was rough, yet stimulating. Hard work had left its stain on him, and made him a hard, hard man. His hands were firm as they massaged and teased, yet they knew gentleness, too. Jacob did not manipulate her like putty. Some men’s unsubtle attentions had set Destiny’s teeth to grinding, but not this man. To the contrary, he knew when to stroke and he knew when to knead, working her body like a concert pianist worked a keyboard.
‘Oh, Jacob…’ The handcuffs were so binding; she tugged and the chain went taut, but did not yield to her desire to break free and touch him in return.
Three slow steps brought Jacob around her. He leaned down and kissed her once more, this kiss stoking her passions even higher, before he said, ‘Time for a little truth, if you dare.’
She wanted to bite his smirking lips. ‘I dare.’
He tugged her panties aside and teased her wet slit with a single fingertip, stroking up and down, tickling. He paused to retrieve the dildo. Then, his fingers returned, two of them pushing their way inside. She inhaled suddenly, choking on her own breath. He finger-fucked her, rough skin and gentle pressure mixing into a potent sexual cocktail. Then, he pulled out.
Fill me, her body pleaded. Fill me up, Jacob.
While she was recovering from that sensory overload, the dildo’s rubber head tapped against her lips.
‘Open up,’ he said. She obeyed. He slipped the tip inside her mouth and twisted it around and around on her tongue, the flavor was brand new rubber. She had not been aware of how badly she was drooling until that shining tip emerged.
He slid it between her legs, and the broad rubber head teased her where his fingers had just been. He asked, ‘Have you missed me?’
She nodded, head bobbing wildly.
‘Say it,’ he said.
‘I missed yo— oh my God!’ Even before she was done answering him, the dildo pulsed, the vibration shooting through her like electricity. Had she been struck by lightning, she would not have gotten a higher or faster jolt. The breath hitched in her chest and her whole body shivered for the few seconds it remained on.
‘An honest answer. Lovely.’ His lips curled into a smile when he asked, ‘You know what?’
She shook her head. I have no idea, but I hope you will tell me.
‘I missed you, too,’ he said. The dildo vibrated, again, and then he pushed the head inside. It stretched her wide. She took her lip between her teeth, so damned hot. When it ended, she realized she was panting. Had she been capable of speaking, she might have pleaded for another shot.