Page 39 of Brought By the Storm

I snickered. “And don’t forget the stash of sex toys in your bureau.”

“It’s not a stash!” he exclaimed. “There’s only four toys.”

“Four? There’s a fourth? I saw three.”

His face reddened. “Um, maybe.”

“What?”

He began to stammer. “I don’t know what you call it. It’s some, purple thing you insert. It’s long, but not as thick as a…dildo. It’s the narrowest of the ones I have, and it doesn’t vibrate or anything. I think it’s for beginners or to prep you for something bigger. Or maybe some people just like it smaller. I don’t know.” He paused, looking frustrated. “God, stop talking about it!”

“I’m not. You’re the one talking about it,” I reminded him.

He rolled his eyes. “Well, you made me.”

“So, you were going to have me use a bigger object on myself when you’ve had this smaller toy that I could have used instead?” I pointed out, though somewhat amused.

He looked guilty. “I thought you’d like the vibrator better.” I gave him a side-eye that showed I wasn’t believing him, but he continued. “It pulses and vibrates, and it has multiple speed options.”

“So, you thought I’d be intrigued by the gadgetry’s technology,” I quipped.

He blushed and shrugged before mumbling, “It’s kind of cool.”

I pretended to be disappointed in him. “Eric, Eric, Eric. I thought one spanking today would be enough, but I’m thinking you might need another. Maybe I was too gentle with you.”

“Maybe. Can we go downstairs now?” he begged.

“You’re up for this already? You just came a short while ago, and it was your second time in the last several hours,” I observed.

“So ready,” he murmured, pressing his erection into my hip to prove his point.

“Very well.” I smiled. “I need to satisfy my young beau.”

“Hmm. How do you make outdated phrases sound sexy?” he asked.

“They sound sexy to you because you’re besotted.” I chuckled.

“I am,” he admitted. “Okay, let’s go downstairs. It’s like when I was a kid on Christmas morning. I’m excited to unwrap my present!”

I was elated by his exuberance. “Get your toys and we’ll go.” He hopped off the bed and reached to the floor for his jeans. “Why are you putting those back on? I’ll be taking them off of you again. Please don’t tell me you’re too shy to walk bare-bottomed in front of me after what we just did.”

He glanced over to me, swallowing hard. “Um, I suppose not. But I thought we were going to take turns shooting photos? Don’t you want us to start at the same place—clothing-wise?”

I was pleased that he wasn’t retreating back to his insecurity, and there was a different reason for the jeans. “Ah, fair enough. But if you’re going to cover up again, then I’d like to choose what you’ll be wearing. Lead me to your dressing room.”

He gave me a questioning glance, but turned and opened the door to his walk-in closet. “Um, not a dressing room, but…”

I started to peruse the hanging shirts and pants, feeling the textures and picturing each item on Eric. I settled on a black button-down shirt. “Put this on,” I commanded. “Roll up the sleeves and leave half the buttons undone.” He had a shy expression, but he nodded. I continued checking out the trousers and found a pair of dressy black shorts. “And put these on as well. Put on a pair of your black boxer briefs underneath them.”

He was flushed, but nodded his assent. “Should I put on socks and shoes?”

“Put on a pair of whatever shoes you’d like,” I instructed. “No socks. Then meet me downstairs.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I exited his room, eager to start the next adventure to show Eric just how beautiful he was.