Captive Heart by Scarlet Brady Page B

one-track mind, which might explain why she was already married with a second child on the way. Her libido had not slowed down any, it never did. And for as long as they had been friends she had been trying to bring Saskia's libido up to speed with her own.
                  Come to think of it, where had she put that thing? It was late to be rummaging through boxes, but whoever was upstairs sounded like they were having a heated conversation, so Saskia was confident her activities would go unnoticed. What she sought did not take long to find. She had tossed it in with the other mementos she had of Stacey. It probably said something when you can count an eight-inch purple dildo as a memento of your best friend.
                  It had been a gag gift. Or, as Stacey had said with a laugh, a gift you can gag on. She had given it to Saskia as a going away present, partly just to see the look on her face. Saskia was by no means inexperienced, but the thought of going to town on herself with a toy had always weirded her out just a little bit. In the spirit of adventure, she had tried twice before the move to enjoy the thing but had been unsuccessful. Using a dildo given by your best friend was just strange, and the thing was also uncomfortably big.
                  The voices upstairs were muffled; words impossible to make out. One voice rose more strongly than the other: a resonant male one. Although at first, it had sounded like arguing, Saskia now realized it sounded different. The male voice didn't argue, it commanded. And from the faint tone she could tell it was used to being obeyed. She spent several minutes just standing there, trying to listen, the man's voice scaring and thrilling her by turns. She got so wrapped up in it that she almost forgot she still had Stacey's outlandish gift in her hand. Looking down at it, the thought crossed her mind that if she were to imagine a cock like this attached to a real person he would probably have a voice like that...
                  Saskia did not like where this line of thought was going. She hastily finished unpacking the box, placing all of her Stacey-memorabilia in and around her desk -- all except for the dildo, which she closed up in the silken pouch it had come with and stashed in the back of the closet.
                  Before going to bed, she sent a goodnight text back to Stacey:
     
                  “I actually had forgotten. Thanks for reminding me, you bitch.”
     
                  She included lots of smileys at the end. Stacey would get the joke and undoubtedly fire back a volley of more dildo-related teasing by morning.
                  As she lay in bed falling asleep, she remembered something from the phone call about Azul eyeliners. She was going to have to experiment with those for her next video blog. Above her the resonant male voice had quieted, but the mysteries it had raised worked their way into her dreams.
     
                  Saskia's work day, such as it was, amounted to many long, tedious hours doing research about fashion trends and products. The high point of the day came around noon, when she ventured down the street to a drug store, which did happen to stock Azul brand eyeliners. She spent the afternoon playing with them and by the end of the day was able to put together a decent blog update and accompanying tutorial video. She realized it would sound like a fun, easy life to many, but it left her feeling more than a little isolated at times. By the time evening came, she was more than ready for a little company. Fortunately, her new neighbor Ruby did not mind having an extra person for supper.
                  “So what do you know about him?” she asked Ruby over tea. Throughout her busy day, the mystery man upstairs had never quite left her mind.
                  “What does anybody know about anybody?” Ruby said