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“Do you feel any different?” he asks me, pulling up to the valet of his building.
I smile at him, getting lost in his eyes for a moment. “Not yet,” I say. “But the night’s not over.”
Then the doorman is opening my door and I get out. Ryker joins me, taking my hand as we walk into the building together.
“Oh, Miss Amherst,” the concierge calls from the desk. “Your package came.” She lifts a shopping bag out from behind the counter and walks it over to me.
“What’s this?” Ryker asks, as I take the bag and tip her.
“Thank you so much,” I tell the concierge. Then to Ryker I say, “You’ll see.” I smile at him and urge him towards the elevator.
He grins at me all the way up to his penthouse. “What are you up to?” he asks, just as the elevator doors open.
But I just wink at him and enter the apartment.
“Aria?” he prods.
I turn and hold the bag out for him. “I have a gift for you.”
“For me?” He chuckles. “It’s your graduation night and I didn’t even give you your gift yet.”
“Oh, believe me, this is a selfish gift. I’m getting something out of it too. Open it,” I say, placing the bag on the coffee table.
His grin is wide and his eyes are bright. I hope he guesses. I hope he’s surprised. I hope for everything.
Inside the bag is one shiny black shirt box with a thick, pink, satin ribbon. “Hmmm,” Ryker hums, still beaming as he pulls on the ribbon and it dissolves instantly into a luxurious pile of softness.
He lifts the lid off the box and just chuckles as he holds up the black lace corset. “What’s this?” he asks.
“Surprise,” I say.
Then he looks down into the box and says, “What, no panties?”
I just laugh and say, “Open the other box and you’ll see why.”
Because there is another box inside. A small one, just like the first. One that might hold a key fob or maybe a new wallet.
That’s not what’s inside.
“Oh, Aria.” He chuckles, holding up the stainless-steel butt plug with a pink, heart-shaped jewel handle.
“We’ve been dabbling with them for weeks now and I think I’m ready for the real thing. So this is how it’s going to go tonight, Mr. North. I’m going to put that corset on and then you’re going to put that plug in my ass and fuck my pussy. Then you’re going to take it out and give me the real thing. Because I want to be more than your sweet thing. I want to be your naughty thing too.”
He side-eyes me, still grinning like a wild man.
But before he can say anything I step towards him and place two fingers on his lips. “Yes,” I say. “I’m sure. Now help me out of these clothes.”
He leans down to kiss me first. It’s a long, soft, open-mouthed kiss that gets all my sweet parts tingling. And as he does that he unzips my dress and slowly drags it down my shoulders until it drops to the floor at my feet.
He stands back, his gaze moving up and down my body. Taking in my choice of underwear. “Black and pink, huh?”
“Sweet with a side of naughty,” I say. “Just the way we like it.”
His grin turns serious and hungry as he pops the clasp between my breasts and removes my bra. Then eases my panties down my legs, bending as he lowers them, so he can kiss my stomach as I step out.
His hands go to my hips, gripping them with just enough pressure to let me know what he thinks of my gift tonight, then he slides them down my thighs, my knees, my calves and takes off my heels.
When I’m standing naked and bare in front of him, he looks up at me, both hands reaching up to my breasts, and squeezes them as he inhales.
The wetness pools between my legs with anticipation and he stands up again, reaching for the corset.
He puts it on me slowly, carefully. The way he’s done everything with me since we started over. Hooking up the back with concentrated deliberateness. I peek over my shoulder when he’s done and see him reaching for the butt plug. He holds it in his hand for a moment, the stainless steel and gemstone handle glinting in the light.
Then he says, “Come over here, Aria,” as he takes my hand and leads me over to the sitting area. “Bend over and place your hands here,” he says, motioning to the back of the couch.
I do, stretching my back so I can reach, while opening my legs so I can be sexy.
“That’s nice,” he says. “Very, very nice.”
He walks away for a moment, going into the bedroom. I glance over my shoulder when he returns holding a tube of lubricant.
