The One Addicted(46)

The long mirror on the back of the hotel room door tells me I look professional yet stylish. I’m pleased with my appearance - I’d only had an hour to get ready after practically throwing a naked Sebastian out into the corridor that joined our rooms. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms and I’d slept like the dead awakening to Seb’s movements in the bathroom. Thank goodness he’d got up or I’d have been late for the launch.

I smooth down my pencil skirt, hands skimming the heavily beaded fabric. It was a striking soft pewter-beige toned, two-piece from Dolly’s Boutique, and gifted to me by Suzie, with a cap-sleeved top that ended mid-section and a slim fitted skirt to the knee. At the edge of each cuff and hem, was a 3inch trim of transparent metallic gauze in a champagne shade; this worked particularly well at my midriff, where you were given a cheeky glimpse of skin.

Encrusted with hundreds of pearls and small metallic jewels, the end result was likened to chain-mail armour - it really was unusual and I silently thank my sister for her excellent taste. The skirt, however was so tight, I’d be better without undies and I feel a thrill pass through me at the thought that I’d be accessible to Sebastian - but not until later, I duly reprimand myself, as I fasten diamond pear-drops in my ears, and shake out my freshly-wanded hair. The lose waves looked great, and I’d kept my make-up simple with smoked charcoal eyes and nude glossy lips. I’d do. You don’t scrub up bad chick. I spritz myself in perfume, grab my silver clutch and key then slip out the door. Time to bring it on!

I’m just about to leave when I remember the gift, delivered to my room by reception earlier. I’d just got out the bath and had accepted the black gift bag with striped bow with inquisition, but in the race to get ready, hadn’t had time to open it.

I sit on the edge of the bed, untie the ribbon and pull out a long slim Tiffany’s box in the famous robin’s egg blue tone. The small enclosed card, says simply,


Wear this and always think of me and what it represents.

The good and the exceedingly dirty x


My hands shake as I open it, and see the Paloma Picasso logo within. I’m overwhelmed when I touch the long single strand of freshwater cultured pearls curled up and expectant, on their bed. I lift them gingerly and am surprised at their weight - that’s what you get with real pearls - something I’d never owned before.

There is a beautiful filagree heart shaped clasp but due to their length, I can slip them over my head and I adjust them, in the mirror; they nestle perfectly over my breasts and hang just below them and looked fabulous with this outfit.

Like a kid in a sweet shop I retract a second Tiffany’s box - this time I open it first. Inside is my bracelet and I hear my sigh of relief. I’d regretted my actions on the morning that Ray had returned; breaking such a beautiful piece of jewellery had been sacrilege and as I turn the heart over I see our message it still there.

His card reads;

To second chances. This belongs on you. x


I fasten the bracelet at my wrist and dipping my hand to the bottom of the bag remove the final gift; a grey suede box, with no logo or branding. Hmmm. What is in here - surely not more trinkets? Like a jewellery box, it opens with a pop as do my eyes when I see its contents. Nestled within purple silk are two shiny silver metal balls, probably around ping pong sized. I lift one and roll it in my hands, it’s weighted and I can feel it rolling inside with movement but feels smooth to the touch.

Wait a minute - are these? I think these are Love eggs?

I feel a thrill in my belly at the thought of Sebastian purchasing another sex-toy for me; for us and quickly move to review the instructions. Underneath both of the balls is a black silicone casing, which upon closer inspection and with some clarification from the accompanying paperwork, I realise is for the balls to clip into, to assist with easy entry and exit and a tube of lube.

I read his hand scrawled message and my brows shoot up into my scalp. I can’t - not tonight.


Place these inside you before you leave the room and think about

it being my fingers rolling around deep within, with each step you take.

Trust me Lu, they’ll help you relax.

I’d do it for you but we’d never get downstairs.

S x


He’s right there, we wouldn’t.

Shall I do this?

In a split second decision, I check my watch, see I have ten minutes and grab the balls, lube and disappear into the bathroom. Sebastian Silver certainly kept things interesting - I just hope he was right and they relaxed me because right now, the thought of his note, “…think about it being my fingers rolling around deep within you…” I could come right now.