I launch into a long tirade about the awesomeness that is Lonely Hearts. Finally, Daddy interrupts me just as I'm getting into the nitty-gritty.
"You know, that gives me an idea," he says. "It might be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to spend some time together. You can take Cassidy, Dom. I'll even let you go on the bike. The concert is tomorrow."
"Absolutely not," I snort, glaring at Dom and Daddy in turn. "I can go by myself."
"It's in Newport, an hour away," Daddy says with raised eyebrows. "I'm not letting you go there by yourself or just with your friends. You need someone to watch over you."
"I don't need a babysitter!" I scream in outrage.
"Yeah," Dom snorts, "because you're so responsible."
He drops his fork on the dining table, shaking his head. "I don't want to go, either. I have better stuff to do than watch over this kid."
I'm livid, but Dad is already slamming his fist on the table. "Why is nobody listening to me?" he asks angrily. "She wants to go, you need to spend some quality time together. So, I say, you're going."
We both glare at him, and I'm pretty sure Dom and I both have steam coming out of our ears. I'm about to object out loud, but Daddy raises a hand to quiet me, so I have to make do with just stomping out of the kitchen.
Chapter six
CASSIDY
Back in my bedroom, I give Susie a quick call. I beg her to come with us, and she agrees, mentioning something about getting her claws into Dom. I hate that she says it, and at the same time, I resent myself for caring.
I'm fuming, but since I'm a human lobster, I can't even go out of the house. Finally, I decide to put together an outfit for the concert, rummaging around in my closet.
Unfortunately, as soon as I move a few pairs of shoes, I come across that giant pink vibrator Dom left in my room. I blush as I pull it out, but my fingers stroke the length of the sex toy nonetheless.
I don't know why, but I sit cross-legged on the floor and examine it closely.
I've never seen an actual penis. Sure, I got a glimpse of Dom’s, but never saw one close-up. And sure, I've watched some porn, but feeling this replica, sliding my fingers over its girth... It feels different. And now I'm embarrassed, stuffing the vibrator back in the closet as I go over to my bed, determined to get on with my life.
My phone beeps with a text and I lie back on the bed, checking to see if it's Susie.
You better not follow me around tomorrow, you little cock block.
Rolling my eyes, I realize it's none other than stepbrother dearest. I'm already punching a reply, my mouth a stiff line.
Oh no! You've spoiled all my plans now. Go play with yourself Dom, because no one else wants to. ;)
Is that what you're doing right now, playing with yourself?
My eyes wander to the closet, and for some unknown reason, I get up to retrieve the pink toy, lying back on the bed with it in my hand. I feel like Mr. Fuzz is giving me a dirty look, so I self-consciously stuff him beneath my pillows.
Guilty silence. You little slut.
Blushing as I read the text, I want to punch Dom in the face. I hate how he gets under my skin every time. He acts like he can't stand me when we're together, but then sends these texts that put all kinds of wrong things in my imagination.
I think you've mistaken me with one of your dirty one-night stands, Dom.
Still plenty of time for you to get membership in that club, darlin.
I gasp out loud, furious with him.
As if I'd want to! You totally repulse me.
Yeah I'm sure... So how are you liking my gift? Bet you pretend it's me when you touch it.
You're sick!!
You love it!
I toss the phone away, feeling very dirty. But my eyes keep watching it, secretly hoping it will beep with another text from him. No such luck.
Instead, I look at the pink sex toy again, glaring at it like it's some kind of serial killer. Finally, I take it in my hands and press one of the buttons, and it begins to vibrate.
I wonder if Dom's cock is this big when it’s hard, remembering his stiffness pressed against me.
And then I feel the urge to smack myself for thinking about that. I'm the sick one here, apparently.
But that doesn't stop me from stroking the vibrator. I press my fingers curiously against the trembling tip. I want to know what it would feel like, but it's just too dirty. I've touched myself plenty of times, but I don't use any toys. How would I get them, anyway?