In the evening...
The side door clicked shut behind Rose, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the house.
Her heart hammering against her ribs and her eyes shining with excitement and anticipation. She was trembling, her thighs rubbing together, the friction sending sparks of heat through her pussy.
And the silicone plug Nic had shoved into her in the morning was still firmly lodged in her anus .The pressure was a constant erotic weight, making her pussy ache with a raw, needy hunger.
All she could think about was Nic—his cold eyes, his commanding voice, and his massive, throbbing cock slamming into her and stretching her to the absolute limit.
She stepped into the house and wandered through the living area, her eyes scanning for his tall, muscular frame.
The house felt unnervingly still, the air heavy with the smell of leather, expensive cologne, and a hint of motor oil.
She headed straight to the garage first, expecting to see him working on his car or doing something else. But the garage was quiet, the tools organized and the car parked in its place.
A flicker of disappointment touched her, but she quickly shrugged it off and moved into the bedroom, her footsteps soft on the floor.
The room was vacant and the bed cold. She even paused by the bathroom, listening for the sound of running water or the hum of a shower, but there was nothing.
The realization hit her: he wasn't home and she was alone in his house.
For a moment, Rose felt a wave of loneliness, but as she looked around the room, her gaze landed on the massive closet that spanned the entire side wall. It was an imposing piece of furniture, far larger than anything she had in her own room.
Driven by a sudden, impulsive urge to know more about the man, she walked around the bed and stood in front of the large closet built into the wall.
She wrapped both hands around the heavy metal handle and with a grunt of effort, she swung the door open.
At first glance, it looked normal.
The two shelves right at her eye level were filled with his everyday clothes. And the shelves above were stuffed with several pairs of shoes and sneakers.
Then her gaze drifted lower and her expression shifted.
The rest of the closet was packed almost entirely with black cardboard boxes. They were stacked tightly together from the floor upward in neat columns while others were tucked into every available corner, leaving almost no empty space.
"So many..." Rose blinked in surprise as she scanned the piles of boxes
Every single box bore the same distinct logo- a stark, white mansion printed in the centre, and nothing else. Some were open and empty, while others were sealed tight with white tape, as if he had no intention of opening them.
The sheer volume of the boxes felt ominous, like a hidden archive of a life before she knew him. She reached out a hand to touch one of the sealed lids, her fingertips grazing the cold hard surface of the box.
It felt as if she had stumbled into a forbidden vault he had kept carefully guarded. A sudden chill ran down her spine and she immediately slammed the door shut and leaned against it, her breath heavy.
As she turned to leave, she hit something with her foot and looked down.
Half-hidden under the edge of the bed was another one of those black boxes. This one was open and pushed under the bed with the contents obscured by the bedframe.
Rose stared at it for several long seconds. She shook her head and took a step away but her eyes drifted back to the box.
"I shouldn't..." She hesitated but her curiosity refused to let go.
Glancing nervously toward the bedroom door to make sure Nic wasn't anywhere nearby, she slowly crouched beside the bed, the plug shifting in her ass.
She then reached out with trembling fingers and gripped the edge of the box, before dragging it out into the light.
The box was filled with a collection of strange gadgets. Some were long. Others were short and compact.
A few were made of polished metal while others appeared to be crafted from soft matte materials she couldn't immediately identify.
Nothing looked familiar.
"What... are these?" Rose blinked, her eyes widening as she began to pull them out one by one.
She picked up a long, sleek device with a curve and a small button at the base. The moment her thumb pressed the switch, the device erupted into a powerful vibration in her palm. She jumped, nearly dropping it, and quickly clicked it off, her heart racing.
Beside it lay few more in different colours, sizes, and slightly different shapes. Some were studded with small, hard bumps; others had strange protrusions. She turned them on one by one, feeling the varying intensities of the buzz wondering why he needed so many of these tools that do the same thing more or less.
She pushed the vibrators aside and found numerous clamps—some with screws, some connected by thin, delicate chains, and others with wires attached.
Then she picked up a small, firm ball with holes in it, attached to a leather strap like a belt. She spotted something even stranger: a series of balls linked together in a long, flexible rope. And many different types, ranging from small pebbles to large, heavy spheres.
And as she reached the very bottom of the box, her hand brushed against something larger and heavier. She lifted it out, her fingers wrapped around a thick object.
But when she looked at it more closely, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped open.
"T-This... T-T-This..." She couldn't believe what she was seeing and her cheeks turned red in shock.
It was a strangely realistic, 1:1 replica of Nic's cock. It was captured in a state of full, aggressive erection, complete with thick, veins winding around the shaft and a heavy head.
Rose stared at it, mesmerized. She knew every inch of the real thing—the way it stretched her, the way the veins felt against her walls, the sheer weight of it. Holding the replica felt bizarre, almost sacrilegious, yet it was intensely erotic. She ran her fingers over the surface; it was smooth and supple, made of a translucent, dull reddish-pink material that gave it an exotic, fleshy glow.
Subconsciously, her grip tightened. She began to stroke the replica, her imagination blurring the line between the silicone and the man. Her pussy began to throb, leaking a hot trail of arousal that dampened her panties, while the plug in her ass seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat.
"What are you doing?" Nic's voice cut through the tense silence.
Rose bolted upright, her heart leaping into her throat. She spun around, clutching the realistic cock tightly in her hand, to find Nic leaning against the bedroom doorframe.
His arms were crossed over his tattooed chest, his dark eyes hooded and piercing, tracking the toy in her hand with a look of dangerous amusement.