I’m still distant to him that morning, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I’m torn to pieces and he has no idea why, and that doesn’t help at all. I wish I could explain to him why I’m so distant. I’m protecting him and his family, but I’m afraid that if I get too close, I’ll ruin things for him by accident.

I don’t want to hurt him or Lacey. Griffin doesn’t deserve that. Which is why I’m surprised when he pauses before leaving this morning and looks in at me holding Lacey.

“I got something for you,” he says to me.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, a little surprised.

“Consider it a present. Nothing to do with your employment.”

I raise an eyebrow, not sure where this is going. “What is it?”

“It’s in the bedroom. Have a good day.” He smirks at me then turns and leaves the house.

I watch him go, intrigued. “What did your daddy get me?” I ask Lacey.

“Trains!” she says, and I laugh.

“Sure, trains.” I take her back into the living room and set her down in front of her toys. She immediately starts playing with the little toy trains. Lacey doesn’t like typical girl toys, which her father doesn’t seem to mind one bit, and that’s something I like about him. Some parents might push their child toward something gender-specific, but Griffin doesn’t care as long as Lacey’s happy.

I leave her in the living room and quickly walk into the bedroom. There is a wrapped package on the bed. I grab it and take it back into the living room. I watch Lacey play as I set the box down on the kitchen island, able to see her easily in the open room plan.

I slowly pull the box open, not sure what I’m going to find. I’m a little nervous, actually. I know Griffin and I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to be some tame and appropriate gift, like a book or something.

And of course I’m right. Inside the package is a lingerie set. It’s black and lacey and very, very revealing. I blush a little bit just thinking about wearing it in front of Griffin. I’m not big on revealing outfits, and I’ve never even worn a shred of lingerie, unless you count my basic black bra, which I don’t. This stuff is definitely leagues beyond anything I’ve ever considered wearing, and it actually excites me a little bit.

I know it’s probably crossing a line, but I like it. I don’t know what I’m going to say to him about it, but it excites me more than I thought it would just looking at it. I keep picturing him ravishing me, tearing the thin fabric off my body and fucking me deep and hard, taking my virginity. I bite my lip and quickly put the lingerie away.

I think that’s all there is, but there’s one more thing at the bottom of the box. I pull it out, a little surprised.

It’s made of glass and very, very smooth. It has a wide, flared-out base and a contoured top. It’s not very long or wide, and I don’t think it’s a vibrator or a dildo or something like that, but it’s clearly sexual. I frown at the object, realizing that I’m so inexperienced that I don’t even know what I’m holding.

I grab my phone and start to Google. It takes me maybe thirty seconds to realize that he gave me an anal plug.

I gasp when I realize it. I drop the thing on the floor just as Lacey comes over to me. She picks up the anal plug and looks at it.

“Mine,” she says.

“No, no, no,” I say quickly, taking it away from her. “Sorry, sweetie, that’s not for you.”

She mopes and I can tell she’s about to cry, so I redirect her attention to a different toy. I can’t let Griffin’s daughter play with a butt plug, even if it is clean and brand new.

Why would he give me this? I can’t even believe it. I don’t know if I like anal play at all, I haven’t had any experience with it. Frankly, this anal plug is so dirty, so filthy, so wrong, and that just makes me more excited.

I look at the plug and the lingerie, and I can’t help but imagine wearing them both at the same time. I wonder what it would feel like to have my ass filled by the plug while I’m wearing that revealing outfit. I bet he’d like to see it.

I put everything back into the box, shaking my head to try and get my dirty thoughts in order. I can’t just give in to this so easily. He can’t just throw some filthy presents at me and expect me to throw myself back at him in return. Plus, I have a job to do.

I go over to Lacey and spend the rest of the day with her. Even though she keeps me busy, I never forget about the plug, just waiting in its box for me.

Griffin calls around five to let me know that he’ll be late tonight, and I agree to stay on. I don’t say a word about the presents and he doesn’t either. It’s almost as if he hadn’t just given me a lingerie set and an anal plug, like that’s totally normal or something.

It’s not normal, of course, totally not normal, but nothing about this situation is normal. And to be honest, I don’t really care. I like this situation, as messed up as that is, and it excites me just looking at the box.

I feed Lacey and eventually I get her ready for bed. Fortunately, she goes down pretty easily, and soon I find myself alone in Griffin’s apartment.

I check the time, but he won’t be back for another hour. I try to distract myself with some crappy TV, but I keep glancing over at the box, wondering about that plug, so curious about how it would feel.

I know it would be better if I could just ignore it, but I can’t. And so about a half hour after Lacey goes to sleep, about how long it takes before I’m sure she’ll stay down, I open the box back up and fish the plug from the bottom.

Biting my lip, I carry it into the bedroom. I set up the baby monitor so I can hear if Lacey wakes up before closing the door. In my excitement, I forget to lock it.

I have to Google how to actually use the thing. I bite my lip as I unbutton my jeans and slide them off my body. I’m dripping wet and my heart is hammering in my chest as I slide my panties down my body. I climb onto Griffin’s bed, plug in my hand, and I get on all fours, spreading my legs wide.

My heart is hammering as I suck the plug to get it wet. I know I need lube, but this is the best I can do. Plus, the plug isn’t that big. I get it nice and wet, thinking about Griffin, imagining it’s his hard cock, or at least a smaller version of it.

This is so crazy. I’m on all fours, spread and dripping wet, totally exposed. I’m in Griffin’s bedroom, the place where he sleeps. I usually avoid the bedroom when I can, ever since I found those letters that I know I shouldn’t have found. My heart is hammering and I’m dripping, and I know that the naughty and dirty nature of this act is what’s making me so excited.

Plus, I like the idea of doing this in Griffin’s room. That just makes it so wrong, but also so exciting. Part of me wants him to know that I’m using his plug in here. Maybe I’ll even take a picture for him, tease him a little bit. I bite my lip, pretty nervous and afraid, but so excited, heart beating so fast, pussy dripping wet, that I can’t help myself.

I make sure the plug is nice and wet before slowly easing it against my ass. I gasp a little as I slowly slide it inside of myself. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but it doesn’t hurt. I move it in, inch by inch, so agonizingly slowly. There’s no pain, just discomfort, and I don’t rush myself. Slowly, I slide it inside of my ass, until it’s inside of me up to its base.

I gasp and sit still, shocked at the sensation. I had no clue that I liked things inside of me like this, but hell, the feeling of being full is so amazing. The whole situation just makes it so exciting.

I can’t help myself. I take my right hand and put it between my legs, finding my clit. I begin to rub myself, pleasure flooding my body and my mind, the plug inside of me up to the base. It feels so good, so freaking wrong, but I can’t help myself.

As I rub my clit, I don’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps coming down the hallway.