My body shudders at the memory.
Violet was shy at first. But then something inside her snapped. The way she completely consumed me was something I didn’t see coming. And for that, I’m grateful. I’m making a quick stop at the Sex Shop near the hotel, and then I’m locking the hotel room door and ignoring everything on the other side of it.
Violet is mine now. And I’m going to make sure she knows that.
“Meatloaf,” I say quietly, and place my makeup brush on the counter.
“Meatloaf,” I repeat moments later, and lift my hands from the sink faucet.
“Meatloaf.” I drop the toy in my hands onto the bed and put my hands up.
I keep repeating Violet’s safe word over and over. Mostly because it’s funny, and her reasoning of “it means I’ll do anything for love, but I won’t do that” had me cackling.
But my other reason for repeating it is that I need to get the feel of it on my tongue. To practice hearing and saying the word, so if she says it, I stop without hesitation.
I slip into something a lot less comfortable and a lot more slutty.
I walk toward the mirror, staring at myself as if prepping for something major. Not that it isn’t, because I care how Violet feels. I care about her.
I care about her.
I repeat that to myself, feeling the relief of admitting it. It’s fantastic to feel that thought course through me.
My reflection is intimidating, even to myself. Bright pink lace thong that stretches up over my hips to a matching pink and black corset. My hair is falling over my shoulders, a little more wavy than normal, but that’s because I used the hotel’s blow dryer after I got out of the shower.
I’m poofy. I think Violet will like it.
This outfit felt almost a little too girly when I was standing in the Sex Shop down the road. But up against my dark complexion and the even darker eye makeup I chose for tonight, I think it’s pretty perfect.
Knock, knock.
My pulse skyrockets, and I wait a minute, hoping Violet remembers she has a key to my room. I made sure she got one while I was at my game earlier. Not that I wanted Violet to have to deal with the bozo at the counter, but it was the only way to do it without sliding one under her door in hopes she’d see it.
It only takes a few seconds before I hear the beep of the lock.
“Skye?” Her voice echoes into the massive sitting area of my room.
I’m waiting in the bedroom when she finally makes her way back here, and her mouth drops open as she takes me in.
“Wow,” is all she says as her eyes trail up and down my body. Then, her eyes meet mine, and her mouth clamps shut.
She stands still. Watching me but not speaking. Falling right into character like the good girl she is.
Fuck me. I’m going to lose all control when it comes to her.
I close the distance, circling once, and lean in to inhale her scent. Fresh coconut and vanilla.
Damn.
Put Violet in a spray bottle because this shit is an aphrodisiac.
I grip the waist of her leggings and slide them down her legs. She steps out of them, and I toss them to the side. She regains her statuesque pose.
A smirk tugs at my lips when I take her in. No panties again. I’m going to absolutely wreck her.
Getting back to my feet, I lift her shirt over her head and toss it before unclasping her bra and throwing it over with the rest of her clothing. My motions are slow and filled with intention.
Violet’s curvy body is absolutely gorgeous. Every part of her has me wanting to touch and taste. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
