Was I really going to do this?

- Josephine -

I had begun to look forward to the Leven family dinners.

Tristan babbling with his funny jokes and outrageous stories, Elodie filling us all in on the latest gossip, Lady Leven telling us which flowers were blooming next in her garden. It was routine, but a wonderful routine. Lord Leven sat at the top of the table, lovingly watching his family. The only person that stood out was Silas. Goodness knows what he was thinking about. He ate his meal quietly, and only really responded to his mother. Even with his misery, I still looked forward to this nightly ritual.

I was having fun, but I was keen to be alone with my new present.

“Shall we sit together? I fancy a game of cards” Lady Leven said, looking at us all eagerly.

“I think I’m going to head to bed my Lady, Elodie and I had a long day in town.” I replied.

“Oh.” She was clearly disappointed. “Another time Miss Felton.”

“Yes my Lady.” I reassured her. “I’d love to play another time.”

Elodie wasn’t a fool, she knew why I wanted to run away. She was already grinning at me.

“Yes mother, we did have a long day. Besides I think Miss Felton would like to go upstairs and look at her treasures.”

I nearly choked. Why does Elodie always have to stir the pot?!

She continued smiling and turned to her mother. “She treated herself to some pearls at the boutique.”

Yes I had, thank goodness.

“That’s nice, do wear them tomorrow so we can all see Miss Felton.” Lady Leven replied.

I clumsily stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of my skirt. “Of course my Lady.” I turned to leave and I suddenly heard Elodie speak with a mocking tone. “Good night.”

Yes, she was definitely a sister.

I rushed upstairs and burst in my room, startling Aria.

“Are you alright Josephine?”

I stood there with my back against the door. I had to tell someone.

“Aria, I need to show you something.”

I led her into my room and pulled the small box out from the bottom drawer of my dresser.

I handed it to her and waited for her reaction. She opened it and looked at it wide eyed.

“Josephine, why do you have this?”

“Elodie bought it for me, have you seen one before?” I replied.

“No, not in person.”

I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “What do you think?” I asked.

“It’s ok.”

“Ok.” I replied. “That’s all you have to say?”

She looked up at me.

“What do you want me to say? You just handed me a cock in a box!”

I tried to speak but nothing came out. She was right, I had just handed her a cock in a box.

“Look.” She continued. “I understand if you want to try it, but it will hurt the first time. Not just because it’s the first time anything like this has been inside you, but also because it’s massive! Couldn’t she have found something more beginner friendly?”

I looked at it again, I suppose it was rather large.

“It’s about the same size as the stable boy, Jack.”

She sighed. “Yes, but not his fingers.”

She was definitely right about that.

She handed it back to me.

“Just take it slowly my Lady, did she buy you some oil to help?”

I nodded, and showed her the small vile inside the box. Elodie seemed to know everything that I needed.

“Ok.” Aria nodded. “Just be careful, if it hurts, stop. Don’t rush it in, move it gently and adapt to it.” She stood up and offered me her hand. “Let’s get you ready for bed. You don’t have to try it tonight, wait until you are ready.”

She said that, but she knew that I would try it as soon as she left me alone.

I got undressed and took my hair down. Aria helped me get into my night clothes, and tidied up while I sat at my vanity brushing my hair.

“Goodnight my Lady.”

“Goodnight Aria.”

She walked towards the door but paused as she opened it.

“If you go back to that boutique…”

“Yes?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t mind my own cock in a box.”

I burst into laughter as she smiled expectantly at me.

“That can be arranged.” I replied, still giggling.

She gave an exaggerated bow and left the room.

I got into bed, the box was still at my feet. I didn’t have to try it tonight, I could just get it out another time. I may have been thinking that but I still reached down and picked it up.

I laid the box on my lap, and flipped open the metal clasp. I took the dildo and oil out and discarded the box back down the bed.

I ran my fingers over the porcelain. It was cold, and although it was smooth, my warm fingers caught on the surface. I poured a little oil in my hand and began stroking it. I made myself giggle thinking about how much it reminded me of stroking Jack. It started to warm up as I rubbed it, and began to feel more and more inviting.

I laid down on my back and raised my knees. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Was I really going to do this?