Page 255 of Vicious Temptation

“Oh, I do,” she says with a laugh.

I set both on the bench and move in front of her, running my hands over her hips as I kiss my way from her collarbone to her throat. “Still mean what you said?”

The amusement leaves her expression. “Every word.”

I pick up the cuffs and move behind her. “Arms up, chama.”

She reaches for the bar, and I secure each cuff carefully, keeping the metal clear of the bruising. Once they’re in place, she rises onto the balls of her feet, maintaining enough contact with the floor so her wrists aren’t bearing her weight.

I run my hands along her sides, checking her position. “Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“If that changes, you tell me.”

“Thiago, you need me to write this down for you or something?”

I can’t help but smile. Hearing the familiar bite back in her voice takes some of the edge off the worry I’ve been carrying since she first asked for the cuffs.

“Smartass,” I say, reaching for the lube.

Remi glances back as I coat the plug, rolling it between my fingers until the surface gleams. Her next breath comes a little deeper when she realizes what I’m about to do.

“You still with me?”

“Yes, Thiago.”

I set the bottle down and let the excess slick my fingers before running them over the tight ring of muscle, massaging gentle circles until the tension begins to ease beneath my touch.

Her head tips back toward my shoulder. “Fuck.”

I kiss the side of her neck. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

With one hand anchored around her hip, I keep working her with the other, giving her time to adjust to every new sensation.

We haven’t done anal before. We’ve used a plug, so I know what she likes and how slowly she needs me to go. I’m not rushing a damn thing.

Remi presses back into me instead of pulling away, and that small movement is everything I need.

“More,” she whispers.

I kiss her shoulder. “You’ll get more.”

Her fingers grip the bar above her as I reach for the plug again, making sure it’s thoroughly coated before dragging the cool silicone lightly over her skin first, letting her feel what’s coming.

She exhales shakily. “Thiago.”

“I’m right here. You’re doing so good, baby.”

I keep the pressure gentle until she relaxes against me. When I know she’s ready, I begin easing the plug into place, stopping the second her body tenses.

“Still okay?”

She nods, then remembers what I told her. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

I continue carefully, taking her a little farther until the orange base sits snug against her. Once it’s fully in place, Remi leans back against my chest and lets out a long breath. “How does it feel?”

“Full.”