A little snippet

Of a story that has the working title “Cookie.”

“I’m just not sure about this.” Gabby stuffed her hands in the tight pockets of her jeans and stared at the faded linoleum flooring. The truth was, she was scared. Aldon kept her waiting before answering, letting the worry worm into Gabby’s stomach. At last he spoke, his voice laced with a sweet, sexy gravel.
“Look, this isn’t my first rodeo. I promise, I’ll see you through it. It won’t hurt a bit.” He reached over Gabby’s head and started removing tools from the cabinet above. She shivered at the very thought of what they were about to do.
“But what about the result? It could get really messy, and all my towels are in the wash.”
“Oh, I imagine we’ll find creative ways of cleaning up. You know how many tools I have up my sleeve.”
Aha, Gabby had him there. “Aren’t you always going on about dual uses? How many things can you possibly have?”
“You’d be surprised.” Standing a head taller than her, Aldon kept removing item after item from drawers and cabinets, eventually leaving everything they needed in a pile on the countertop. Gabby picked up one particularly nasty looking torture instrument and ran her freshly washed hands along the blade.
“What is this for?” She tried to keep the tremor out of her voice, but her fear was immistakeable.
“Spreading. This stuff, mostly.” Aldon held up an opaque tube of goo and Gabby quelled. She put the spreader back on the counter and stepped away, backside bumping into the sink.
“What was I thinking? I can’t do this. I appreciate the offer but I just can’t.”
“Don’t chicken out now! I told you–I’ve done this a ton of times. I’ll make it easy on you. I’ll do all the hard work and you can put your hands in and say you did it too.”
Gabby rubbed her forehead, admiring the way Aldon moved around the tight space. He was clearly at home, striding from place to place until everything he wanted was arranged “just so.” He didn’t hurt the eyes, either, all tight jeans and short cropped hair. His t-shirt barely contained tightly muscled biceps and sleek back muscles built for whipping. Gabby had watched Aldon work enough times to know the drill, and enjoy the sights. But she’d never joined in, until now. Every part of her was tense and worried about getting something wrong. A lot was riding on this experience–not the least of which was impressing the man she’d been dating for six months.
Something must have caught his eye because he paused mid-stride. “You look like you swallowed a bug, sweetie. This isn’t going to be as bad as you think. Now, grab that stuff over there, we’re going to need a lot of wet parts.”
“Wet stuff? But I thought…”
“You need enough moisture! You of all people should know that,” Aldon interrupted, waggling his eyebrows and curving his lips into a naughty smile. Gabby cracked up, the pent up tension flowing out of her as he chuckled.
“You are so naughty,” she said, face flushed.
“You just don’t appreciate the erotic potential of this situation. I mean, take these–” he held up some other instrument, this one flat and wooden with a nasty diagonal edge. “Do you know what I could do to you with these paddles?”
“I have an idea.” Gabby sunk her hands even deeper into her pockets, gripping her thighs.

This gets hot, fast. And it’s just a fun, fun time