Dawns new plaything

Polly turned the key in the ignition, and the engine’s hum faded into silence. The sudden quiet made the air between them feel heavier, charged with anticipation. Dawn’s fingers tightened around the edge of her seat, her knuckles whitening.

What the hell am I doing?

Before she could spiral further, Polly’s hand settled on her forearm, warm and grounding. “Wait,” Dawn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need a second. I’m not sure.”

Polly’s lips curled into a knowing smile, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. “No one’s forcing you to do anything you don’t want,” she said, her tone light, teasing. “I can always tell Tony there was a mix-up. Hell, I might even give him a blowjob myself if you back out.”

Dawn swallowed hard, her throat dry. “What if he says no?”

Leaning in, Polly’s breath tickled Dawn’s ear as she whispered, “Don’t worry about that. Tony and I have been playing a little game for weeks now. Trust me he won’t say no.”

The confidence in Polly’s voice sent a shiver down Dawn’s spine. Before she could second-guess herself, Polly was already swinging the car door open, the cool evening air rushing in. Dawn hesitated for only a heartbeat before following, her pulse thundering in her ears like a war drum.

The flat was warm, lit by the soft glow of lamplight. Tony stood near the couch, his dark eyes flickering over them as they entered. He was taller than Dawn remembered, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his shirt.

“Sorry, what did you say?” Dawn blinked, snapping out of her daze. “I was a million miles away.”

Tony’s lips quirked. “I said I really like your coat. It suits you.”

Dawn glanced down and froze.

Her coat hung wide open, the fabric barely clinging to her shoulders. Her small breasts were fully exposed, her nipples already stiff from the cool air, and lower still, the smooth, hairless skin between her legs was on full display. Heat flooded her cheeks as she yanked the coat shut, suddenly hyperaware of her own vulnerability.

“Th-thanks,” she stammered, fingers fumbling with the belt.

Polly, already moving toward the kitchen, called over her shoulder, “Any of you fuckers want a coffee?”

Dawn nodded mutely, her hands trembling as she accepted the mug Polly handed her moments later. The porcelain was warm, but her grip was so unsteady she feared she might drop it.

They settled in the living room Tony on the armchair, Dawn perched on the edge of the sofa, her legs pressed tightly together.

Polly smirked. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll need your coat on inside, Dawn.”

Dawn’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, shrugging the garment off and tossing it into the corner. Tony’s gaze raked over her, lingering on the peaks of her nipples, the slight tremble in her thighs. She crossed her arms over her chest, then uncrossed them, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

Tony took a slow sip of his coffee, his voice low and smooth. “Polly told me you’re testing out a new toy. Voice activated, was it?”

Dawn’s eyes widened, darting to Polly.

“Voice and app,” Polly corrected, shaking her phone with a wicked grin. “If I really wanted to, I could have Dawn cumming on the spot with a couple of taps or the right words.”

Tony’s smile deepened. “So what’s the magic phrase, then?”

Polly giggled. “Ask me nicely.”

Tony’s voice dropped, rough with submission. “Yes, Mistress. Please, tell me the magic words.”

Dawn gasped as the toy inside her pulsed to life, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through her core. Her back arched involuntarily, a choked moan escaping her lips.

Polly laughed, delighted. “Oh, I’ve programmed way more than that. But the rest is for her to find out.”

Dawn struggled to steady her breathing, her thighs pressing together. “Tony,” she managed, voice shaky, “Polly said you two have been playing a game. What is it?”

Tony’s smile vanished. His jaw tensed, his eyes flickering to Polly in silent question.

Polly’s grin was razor sharp. “I guess you’d better show her.”

Tony exhaled sharply, his voice cold. “Yes, Mistress. But it was supposed to be our secret.”

Another pulse from the toy made Dawn’s toes curl, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched Tony rise from his seat.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to undress.

Dawn had never seen a naked man in person before only in pictures, in videos. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Tony’s body. His chest was sculpted, his abs taut, his skin gleaming under the dim light.

And then he turned around.

Dawn’s brow furrowed.

Around his cock and balls was a sleek metal cage, secured with a tiny padlock.

Polly’s laughter was rich with satisfaction. “Tony and I have an understanding. I can fuck whoever I want. But if he ever wants to have sex with me again, I own his cock. It’s up to me when and how he gets a release.”

From between her breasts, Polly produced a delicate silver chain with two small keys. “These are the only ones that fit Tony’s lock. And as a sign of trust…” She plucked one free, holding it out to Dawn. “I’m giving one to you.”

Tony’s head snapped up. “Wait. That wasn’t part of our deal.”

Polly’s smile vanished. “You agreed that I own your cock,” she said, her voice icy. “And it’s up to me what I do with it. I’ve decided Dawn gets access whenever she wants. Or do you want another week without sex?”

Tony’s shoulders slumped. “No, Mistress.”

Dawn’s fingers closed around the key, her pulse racing. This was better than she’d imagined.

“What do I do now?” she breathed, desire darkening her gaze.

Polly’s smirk returned. “For now, I’m in charge. You do as you’re told and if you’re good, you might get a reward.”

Dawn lay back on the sofa, legs spread, eyes closed. Her trust in Polly was absolute.

She felt Tony’s heat first the weight of his body hovering over her, his breath against her skin. Then, the barest pressure at her entrance just a teasing brush before it was gone.

Her hips jerked instinctively, seeking more.

A warm, wet stroke followed Tony’s tongue gliding over her folds, slow and deliberate. Dawn’s breath hitched. She cracked her eyes open, watching as Polly guided him like a puppet, her hand fisted in his hair.

“Sit up, slut,” Polly ordered. “Take him in your mouth.”

Dawn obeyed, her body thrumming with need. Polly dragged the head of Tony’s cock along her skin, leaving a glistening trail up her stomach, between her breasts, until it pressed against her parted lips.

“Hold the shaft with your right hand,” Polly instructed. “And with your left squeeze his balls.”

Dawn did, her grip tightening a fraction too much. Tony hissed, his thighs tensing.

“Sorry,” she mouthed, but Polly only laughed.

“Now,” Polly murmured, lifting her phone, “lick the tip. Gently.”

Dawn’s tongue darted out, tasting salt and musk. She moaned, the vibrations making Tony twitch in her grip.

Polly snapped a picture, her grin widening. “Good girl.”

Then

“Suck.”

Dawn’s lips closed around him, her mouth filling with heat. She bobbed her head, her hands still locked in place, her own arousal dripping between her thighs.

A loud, wet slurp echoed in the room.

Polly’s eyes gleamed. “Perfect.”

Dawn barely had time to process before another wave of pleasure crashed into her the toy pulsing in time with the lewd sounds of her sucking.

Oh god.

Polly had programmed the noise to trigger her.

Dawn moaned around Tony’s cock, sucking harder, faster, chasing the next burst of ecstasy.

Tony’s hips jerked. “Fuck—I’m close—”

Polly’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Not yet.”

But it was too late.

With a groan, Tony came, his release spilling into Dawn’s mouth. She swallowed greedily, her own climax tearing through her a second later, her body shuddering violently.

When it was over, she slumped back, breathless, her lips swollen, her skin flushed.

Polly loomed over them, triumphant.

“Fuck, Dawn,” she purred. “I think you enjoyed that way more than he did.”