Toys

(This story contains adult situations and language)

Cindy sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the tray he’d put in front of her. With a horrid intrigue, she picked up one of the stylishly manufactured items. It was heavy and cold. It made her inners contract involuntary.

She looked up, trying to read the expression on his handsome face. His eyes looked like they were darker than normal, maybe it was her own misconception. She cleared her throat while slowly laying it down again.

Nervously, she traced her finger along the long black metal bar. The silver pointy studs on the shiny leather straps that were attached to the strange construction, gave it an extra rough edge. Her imagination ran wild which shocked her even more.

It pained her to ask him the loaded question, “Oh my god, Martin. Why?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” was his accusatory short answer.

Unconsciously, she wrapped her gown tighter around her body. “No, it isn’t. At least not for me.”

His hand went through his unruly black hair. “Well,” he began, “I think it’s time to have some more fun.”

Aghast she looked at the tray again and as she looked up to him, she asked him in disbelief, “More fun?”

“Yeah,” he replied expressively by nodding his head once, “you know, it’s always the same.”

“The same? What are you talking about?” she exclaimed, “It’s never been the same!”

He huffed.

She shook her head. “How about when we came back from you sister’s award ceremony? Don’t you remember? I had to sew almost all the buttons back on the shirt you’d rented.”

His face briefly lit up when he said, “I do, but.”

“And the time on the roof,” she cut him off, “when your mattress got completely soaked because we forget to check the weather. It was magical until the lightning struck the building next to us.”

Martin chuckled. “Yeah, that was something.”

“I’m sure you remembered the picnic with your friends. You persuaded me to give you my undies. I never thought of doing it against your front door, Martin. It could’ve been very awkward if your granny neighbor would have come ten minutes earlier asking for a cup of sugar.” 

“Ow, yeah,” he grumbled.

“And at your dining table, when you decided you couldn’t wait until after we’d eaten. Remember that I had a fork hanging from my butt? I’m pretty sure you still can see four red dots on my behind.”

“Yeah, that had become quite a bloody scene,” he conceded.

Cindy’s heart sang when she saw his boyish grin appear. He looked so damned handsome! Her mind went through all the times she had been with him and her voice sounded brittle when she continued, “You were so sweet and understanding after we’d brought Maiky to the vet. It felt so different, really special.”

His face fell. She’d hoped to see any hint of compassion in his demeanor, but his expression only hardened. There was a disconcerting silence, which made her stomach pull into a knot. 

She blew out some air and as she reached for his arm she said meekly, “Perhaps it wasn’t such a good example but still; it was different. As was the time you hit your head against the bar.”

She giggled nervously as she remembered the passionate time on the sofa until it tipped over, causing the unfortunate situation. “We had great fun then,” she said, smiling.

“Well, yeah,” he mumbled somberly, “but that was then.”

“Last week in the shower,” she reminded him, “you made me be late at work.”

“But still, it’s all the same, Cindy” he answered while he moved away from her. “It’s getting old.”

“Old?”

“Yeah, you know, I want to spice it up a little.”

Cindy looked at the tray and as she touched the cold silvery metal again, she said, “So you want me to use this?”

“Yes,” he said with a hopeful expression, “it will look so hot on you.”

“Did you try it yourself?”

“God no!” he replied with disgust.

“Why not?” she asked surprised. “I don’t see any reason why it wouldn’t fit in yours.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” was his curt response.

She played with one of the leather tassels and purred, “These also will look great on you, you know.”

“What’s the matter with you? I’m not going to wear those on my nipples! It would effing hurt!”

“Exactly,” she hissed, “so, why do you think I’ll ever let you use them on me?”

“Because it’s fun and it will make it all much more intense.”

She huffed while she shook her head. She grabbed the black bar from the tray and as she studied the mechanism she said coolly, “And this one will look so much better on you.”

“No no no! No way!” he said instantly, “You know I can’t stand to be restrained.”

With disdain she tossed the metal bar onto the tray. She crossed her arms and sighed deeply. 

“Look,” she said, “I don’t like any of them, Martin. Let’s forget them because we actually don’t need this.”

As she traced her finger over his arm she purred, “I assure it’s going to be different tonight because of your attempt to goad me into using these, erm, toys.”

He slowly shook his head as he said with a sigh, “No, it will be the same old and very boring way.”

Shocked she pulled her arm away from him and gasped, “Really? You think I’m boring?”

“Hell yeah,” he said while he pointed at the tray, “why do you think I’ve bought these things for you?”

“Oh my god, Martin!” she cried indignantly. “You bought them for me?”

“Of course,” he deadpanned, “you’re such a mundane person. I’m sure you never would think of buying one of these.”

Dejectedly Cindy slid off the mattress and her legs trembled when she walked to the chair where she had left her clothes. 

“Wait! What are you doing?” he asked, surprised.

She refused to answer him and quickly stepped into her jeans. With shaking arms, she pulled her sweater over her head, knowing it would hide most of the gown she was still wearing. Her heart pounded in her mouth when she grabbed the flimsy lace bra from the chair and shoved it in her back pocket. 

Her heels felt cold, but she needed to get out of the horrible place as soon as possible. With a sturdy step, she left the bedroom to grab her handbag she’d left on the sofa.

“Cindy,” Martin said as he rushed into the living room, “Oh, come on! Please stay! Can’t we discuss this?”

“We did discuss it, Martin,” she retorted while she passed him walking towards the hall. Her beautiful black trench coat fitted her perfectly and as she looked at him via the mirror she said, “Why don’t you find yourself a girl who isn’t mundane and likes to be tortured by you?”

Her bob cut looked great when she put the fancy black bolero hat onto her head at a slight angle. She briefly smiled at herself; she was ready to go.

All that time Martin stood staring at her, solely dressed in his boxers. She turned around and briefly pecked her lips on his forehead. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “Goodbye Martin. Please delete my number from your phone.”

Without another word, she left his apartment, knowing it was going to be a difficult time. Deep down she had known something was off, but she had never expected this. 

A tear ran down her cheek when she recalled his shocked face when she kissed him on the forehead instead of his lips. It was the last kiss she would ever give him.