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So, I had to pick the next best. As I stretched up, my fingertips grazing the edge of the box, my heart was already racing, thinking of the awkwardness of reaching for it in the first place. But just as my fingers brushed against the box, disaster struck. The entire shelf seemed to conspire against me. One by one, pads, tampons, and other assorted products came tumbling down, crashing to the floor with an absurdly loud clatter.

gross prank toys. "Ew..." Bella jumped away in disgust when she unknowingly touched a potty like toy. Neil started snickering. "You are gross." Bella grumbled, pulling away and starting to look around the room. There was a fart spray, fake tongue, big fake spider, cockroaches, romantic toilet paper, and... fake pregnancy test? "Don't touch that!" Neil shouted when she put her hand on a locked wooden box to open it. Bella's intrigued eyebrows raised up in question at him. Smiling devilishly she grabbed the box and started running around the room dodging Neil's flying arms that were trying to catch her.

"I'd love to try it with you. Maybe tonight, after the guests are settled?" Zane didn't answer. I didn't think much of his silence. He had never been a fan of fancy events. "Found it!" I pulled a cube-shaped box out of the bag. I paused. Zane was staring at a different box he’d opened, his face stiff like he’d found a mortal enemy inside. I followed his gaze to the box on the coffee table. My eyes widened in horror. I remembered what was in there. It was a self-care kit with bath salts, candles, and skincare products. A music box and a small purple box. Inside that purple box was a lubricant and a dildo.

I let out a sob and hugged the box tight against me, whispering into it like it could hear me. “Please, just at least give me something.” The box stayed unresponsive to even the key that had opened it earlier. I was about to drop it back on the table close to my bed when my hands slipped and the sharp corner of the lid scraped against the side of my palm. The pain was sharp enough to make me hiss, and I watched as blood formed and dripped onto the box. The moment the first drop touched the surface, everything changed. A faint hum vibrated through the air, soft at first, then it just got stronger. The carvings on the box glowed faintly. They looked like silver thread coming alive under the wo

I didn’t know how long he hadn’t toyed with me but I felt like crying. I felt his lips curving against my pûssy and then he pulled back and cold air touched my wet core, making me shiver. I watched with hooded eyes as he picked up the box and opened it. He pulled out something glass like from it, almost like crystal as it reflected in the overhead muted light.

I fold back black velvet and my brow jumps. “Interesting,” I murmur. “You know where I’m particularly sensitive.” I smirk. “Everywhere.” “Well, that’s true,” she concedes. “But this is one way to free up your hands for…other stuff.” I glance down at the box again. Inside is a small bottle of spritz-on cleaner and a mini-towel. Also… A butterfly clit stimulator with straps to keep it in place. Once more, I glimpse at her. And I ask, “How many orgasms would you like this evening?”

“So go on—open it and find out.” With a quiet sigh, I shifted onto one elbow, my exhausted body trembling slightly as I dragged myself closer. Reaching out, I picked up the small box, surprised by its heavy, unexpected weight. Curiosity stirred through the lingering haze of exhaustion as I flipped open the lid. Inside, nestled in plush, red velvet, lay a collection of sex toys that made my breath catch. My eyes widened, and my throat instantly went dry. Reaching trembling fingers into the box, I began to lift them out, placing each item carefully onto the floor.

“Guess what your favorite fairy godmother has brought you today.” Elena eyed her warily. “Vanessa, every time you say that, it’s either trouble or something illegal.” Vanessa gasped. “Illegal? Please. I only deal in luxury, darling. And today…” She reached into her oversized designer tote with dramatic flair and pulled out a sleek black dildo box. “Ta-da!” Elena blinked. “What is that?” Vanessa smirked. “Your new best friend. A top-of-the-line, rechargeable, waterproof—”

He nods and looks at Florence, who smirks and nods, “I am, I just need to touch the box, then I’ll either see something or I won’t.” Everyone gathers round, and Flornce places her palm on the top of the box. Her eyes go completely white, then smoky swirls start forming in the whiteness. And a moment later she’s back to her normal self. “I see danger, lots of danger. But you should be able to open the box itself safely. It’s unclear what the exact nature of the danger is though, sorry.”

They don’t know yet. They’ve done worse, and this… isn’t close to it. Anyways, even with anger boiling inside me, I was curious to see what was in the damn box. So I pulled the wrapping away to see the contents. And you guessed right… the fucking loser of a man sent a BDSM package to me. What an asshole. I kept unboxing. Inside the box, it contained: A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. A suction-base silicone dildo. A silk blindfold—on it written: touch yourself while you’re blind so Nora doesn’t kill you in your dream.