Getting Her Back

“You like that thought.”

“No.”

He chuckles again. “Have it your way. It’s time to fuck yourself.”

My body is already shaking, and I’ve barely touched my clit. But I do what he says, I slip a finger inside myself, curling it up and back moving it steadily in and out.

Suddenly all that arousal is transmuted into sheer need. I’m closer than I thought I was, and I bite my lip trying not to moan. I do what he says, I fuck myself. Faster and faster. I don’t need his instructions anymore to get me there. And without him telling me to, I add a second finger.

“Shit, Audrey.” His voice is strained, and I know he’s getting close too.

I pull my fingers back, rubbing my clit in circles until I can’t take it anymore. A few more seconds and I’m about to break. “Christian,” I say. It’s the only warning he gets.

Suddenly I’m gone, pleasure breaking over me in a wave of pure light. My legs come off the floor, and I can’t stop moving my fingers. It feels too good, and I don’t want to stop. I ride the wave until it fades, exhausted and pleasured and perfectly happy.

Opening my eyes, I meet Christian’s through the camera. He smiles. “That’s the Audrey I used to know.”

I take a deep breath, trying to recover. “I still hate you.”

“I expect nothing less.”

“I’m going back to work now,” I say, but I’m smiling.

He smirks back at me. “Talk to you soon.”

I put my clothes on as quickly as I can, wash my hands and exit the restroom. There’s nobody waiting, which is a miracle. I got lucky this time, but I need to keep a hold of myself, and not fall for any of Christian’s little adventures again.

11

A day passes, and even though Christian and I text a little bit back and forth, he doesn’t suggest I go on any adventures. But Thursday afternoon, a package is delivered to my desk. There’s no return address on it, and when I open it there’s a simple white box inside.

There’s a sneaking suspicion about where it came from but I can’t be sure. I hide it because usually Julia has little package opening parties when one of us gets a box. But if it’s from who I think, I don’t want to share that. And I’m very happy with my decision when I open the box later. Nestled inside is a dildo. Not only is it a dildo, it’s a bright turquoise dildo, and it’s big. Now I have no doubt who this is from. I quickly close the box so that nobody sees it, and grab my phone.

I assume the present that just arrived at my desk is from you?

The only response I get is a winking emoji.

Seriously though, you sent me a dildo?

It’s not just any dildo.

Uhhh, I don’t know what that means.

I wait for his response.

Doesn’t it look familiar?

I’m not looking at it right now! I’m still at the office.

After last time I thought that would be less of a problem.

Masturbating in the bathroom is one thing, waving a giant dildo around in my cubicle is another.

I can practically feel him laughing. I open the edge of the box just enough so I can take another look. Familiar? I mean now that I look at it, kind of. But there’s no way that this is actually Christian’s cock. It’s certainly big enough to be, though.

Looking a little closer, could it actually be? My phone buzzes.

Did you know that they have kits that make copies of your dick?

This is you?

You know me, Audrey. Do you think I’d actually send you anything other than my own cock? Let anything else give you pleasure?

He’s right. When it comes to sex, Christian has an ego the size of Montana, and it’s well deserved. But this is a whole new level. I glance at the dildo again, and I start to see it, even though I haven’t exactly been up close and personal with his cock lately. I haven’t been that up close and personal with it in a few years.

This is…something.

Care to give it a try?

Honestly, it’s so much, so on the edge of ridiculous, that I want to. But not here. If I’m going to fuck myself with Christian’s copy-cock, I’m going to do it at home, where I can scream to my heart’s content and I’m not afraid that someone is going to knock on the door of the office bathroom.

I’ll call you when I get home.

Leave work early.

I’ll leave when I leave.

I’m so hard it hurts.

I make a face and type back to him.

Sounds like a personal problem. Just don’t jerk off too much that you can’t come. I need you to be fully functioning.

Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of sperm for you to take.

A moment, and then another message.