Chapter Five

 

Stella

 

“Stephanie came by today,” I mentioned as nonchalantly as I possibly could.

The woman that showed up at Gavin’s doorstep was not only sophisticated, but also extremely attractive. This was who Gavin sent to help me prepare for our first night out. I knew he was trying to make me, well, less like me, but upon seeing Stephanie, I’d wondered if he was trying to make me more like her.

“Really?” he asked.

He appeared nervous, like her stopping by was disturbing in some way.

“Yes. She said she wanted to check on me, and make sure things were working out,” I told him, fishing for a new reaction.

“She had no reason to involve herself,” he snapped.

“Involve herself? Does she know?” I asked.

I wasn’t sure why, but the idea of Stephanie knowing I wasn’t really Gavin’s girlfriend bugged me.

“No,” he said quickly.

“She mentioned something I found strange,” I added.

Gavin leaned against the kitchen counter. He held the large bowl of popcorn I’d just popped, and I knew Isabella was waiting for us in the family room for movie night. I hated bothering him with my insecurities, but I couldn’t hold back for another two hours when Isabella gone to bed.

“What did she say?” he asked, almost as though he was ready for a fight.

“She asked if I was enjoying all the products you bring home,” I said slowly.

Gavin laughed, then scooped up a handful of popcorn and tossed it in his mouth.

“You make birth control products, right?” I asked.

He laughed again. “Well, that was a joke.”

I was confused. A joke?

“I’ll explain after the movie,” he said softly.

“C’mon!” Isabella called from the other room.

I rolled my eyes, tasting my defeat. Gavin wasn’t going to budge from his proposal. I’d have to wait until after the movie to find out what he called a joke, and why.

Isabelle chose Home as our family-night movie. Even though it was animated, it still made me cry. Gavin held me in his arms throughout the entire movie, kissing me on the cheek softly whenever he thought Isabella was paying attention.

I thought about Stephanie, how she acted like she knew about our arrangement, and how Gavin laughed when I mentioned his company making birth control products. I felt uneasy, like I wasn’t being told the truth. With such an iron-clad contract, and so many rules I had to adhere to, the thought of Gavin making me out to be a joke not only infuriated me, it hurt.

“Goodnight,” Isabella leaned in and kissed me on my cheek, and then did the same to her dad.

“You want me to tuck you in?” I asked.

“No, thank you,” she replied, already yawning as she walked out of the room.

“C’mon,” Gavin said, standing and extending his hand to me.

I took it, let him pull me to my feet, and then gave him little attention as he tried to lean in to kiss me.

“Wow. What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“I’m just confused. I don’t like feeling like, or looking like, a fool,” I snapped.

“Who’s made you out to be a fool?” he asked, the charm in his voice dripping like honey from his lips.

“Stephanie, you, I don’t know,” I said, fighting back tears starting in my eyes.

“Relax. You’re not a fool,” Gavin said, squeezing me tightly in his arms.

The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural testosterone made me melt into him.

“Are you sure she doesn’t know?” I asked. “She acted very catty. It was almost as if she were jealous,” I pouted.

“Stephanie is a very vindictive and catty woman,” Gavin said with a chuckle.

“But she doesn’t know?” I pushed.

Gavin sighed and gently pulled me from his chest. His blue eyes looked troubled, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say next.

I listened as he told me about mentioning to Stephanie his plan to hire a girlfriend and nanny all in one. He admitted that she’d come on to him, and that’s what started the discussion. She had laughed at the idea, telling him it would never work. And yes, she had hinted recently to him that she felt this was an arrangement, just like the one he concocted that night in the bar.

It was a relief to hear him tell me the truth, but the truth made me uneasy. What if she did know? Who would she tell? Would it all be over between me and Gavin once it was no longer a secret?

“Thank you for being honest,” I said.

“I have nothing to hide,” he said.

I knew that wasn’t true; there was plenty to hide. I wasn’t allowed to ask about Isabella’s mother, or any previous women. I knew nothing about his past. It was all one giant secret.

“What about the business? What is a joke?” I asked.

Gavin gripped my hand, pulled me from my spot, and led me up the stairs. He didn’t answer my question. He only grinned when he looked at me, and then winked as he pushed open our bedroom doors.

“Gavin, I’m confused,” I admitted, wondering if he just didn’t plan to answer.

“Get undressed, and lay on the bed,” he ordered.

Something about the way he demanded things of me turned me on, but right then, I felt a little degraded by his insistence. “No. Tell me what the joke is about,” I demanded myself.

“I plan to. But I need you undressed and on the bed,” he grinned.

I slipped out of my shorts, and then lifted my tank top over my head. My pussy pulsated as I stood naked in front of Gavin, even though he’d seen my body so many times before. He’d explored every inch, opened me to view as intimately as he could, but each time I undressed, and his eyes fell on me, the arousal rolled through my body like violent thunder.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and wiggled myself onto the center. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.

It felt silly, although erotic, laying there with my eyes closed, nude on the bed. I had no idea what any of this had to do with his company, or the joke, or birth control for that matter.

I heard him moving things around in his closet, drawers opening, closing, and then his presence was apparent near the bed. “Keep ‘em closed,” he ordered.

His hands pressed onto my thighs, squeezing as he opened my legs. Something touched me between my legs, something cold. I opened my eyes, lifted up, and looked between my legs.

A large dildo was in Gavin’s hand, one that resembled his own cock, but painted bright pink. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Stella. I know you’re young, but surely you know what a dildo is,” he laughed.

I’d used one once, maybe twice that I’d admit to, but I was still confused.

“I know what it is, but why do you have it?” I asked.

“This is the joke. Birth control,” he laughed.

I reached between my legs, pulled the large dildo from his hands, and inspected it closely. “This is you,” I squealed.

He laughed.

“Seriously. Is this you?” I asked.

He grinned, nodded, and then stood to open his pants. His cock fell out, displaying the uncanny resemblance. “How?” I asked.

“I make sex toys. This was the first dildo in my line,” he explained.

“You molded your own dick?” I asked, both excitement and shock rolling through my brain.

“It’s all about pleasing the customer,” he chuckled.

I fell back onto the mattress, my head pressing against the soft pillow as I let out a laugh. “You wanna try it?” he asked.

“Why would I need that when I have the real thing?” I asked, trying to hide the fact I was really turned on.

My hand stroked against the toy. I was amazed at how real it felt, how it felt just like Gavin.

“I have others,” he said, lifting a box from the floor to the bed.

I peeked into the large box at a variety of dildos, vibrators, feathers, and a few items I didn’t recognize. “Pick anything you want,” he offered.

I didn’t release my grip on the pink one he’d brought out. “I think I’ll try this one,” I said with a smirk.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned.

I opened my legs, let Gavin’s mouth work my juices into high gear, and then let Gavin fuck me with his twin toy cock. It felt just like Gavin, without the intimacy of his body pressing against mine.

I was tense at first with him between my legs, masturbating me with a toy, even if it was one molded to resemble him.

He fucked me harder, and faster, and then slow and gentle. My pussy throbbed, swelling around it as his mouth lowered to my clit. Holy fuck! Gavin’s cock inside of me, and his mouth on my clit, now that’s something I thought I’d never experience.

I exploded, my pussy gripping tightly onto the toy, pulling it back inside of me as Gavin tried to slide it out.

“Yeah, you like that,” he whispered, finally releasing his toy from between my legs.

My body trembled as my orgasm continued to roll through, the after quake causing me to twitch from even the slightest touch. “You wanna try another one?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Gavin pulled the toys from the box, each one a different size and shape. “Were these all molded from real men?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am. You’ll be fucking the entire college football team tonight,” he teased.

Each one, Gavin slowly inserted between my legs, asking me how it felt. Some were better than others, but none compared to his. I lifted up, and let my knees fall to the side of my body so I could watch as he fucked me with each one.

I came three times, each time more wildly than the last. My pleasure seemed to please Gavin. His cock was rock hard, and even though I’d taken a couple strokes from at least a dozen of his toys, I was ready for the warm flesh of his cock.

“So, why didn’t you tell me what your company made?” I asked once Gavin calmed down from his orgasm.

“I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of pervert,” he admitted.

I laughed. The things he’d just done to me—well, maybe he wasn’t a pervert, but he was certainly a freak.

“And you’re not worried I’ll think that now?” I laughed.

“Hey, you’re the one who just fucked an entire football team, so I’d say my image is safe with you,” he teased.

I slapped at his chest playfully, causing him to roll toward me, clamping me into his arms. We both paused, staring into each other’s eyes. I wondered if he was fighting back the same words I struggled to keep to myself in that moment.