Chapter 4: Climax
The bathroom was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the vintage Edison bulbs casting their light on the distressed brick walls. The air was humid from the recent shower, carrying with it the faint scent of Brandon's soap—a blend of sandalwood and citrus that seemed to cling to every surface. The room was a reflection of Brandon's personality, masculine yet inviting, with a hint of rugged charm.
Brandon turned on the faucet, the water rushing out in a steady stream. He picked up the strap-on from the counter, its silicone surface glistening under the light.
"I want you to clean this," he said, handing it to me. I took it, my fingers wrapping around the base, feeling its weight and size. It was larger than I had expected, and I felt a pang of nervousness.
"With your mouth," he added, his voice firm.
I looked up at him, surprise written all over my face. "What?"
"You heard me," he replied, his gaze unwavering. "I want you to clean it with your mouth."
I stared at the strap-on in my hand, then back up at him.
"You want me to... suck it?"
Brandon nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, Jane. I want you to show it the same attention you'd give a real cock."
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at the suggestion. I had never done anything like this before, but the thought of pleasing him, of submitting to him in this way, sent a thrill through me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.
I brought the strap-on to my lips, tentatively running my tongue along the length.