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“Any of these will look better with your new outfit.”
“May I show you something?” Gwyneth enquired, coming over after she’d wrapped the clothing in tissue paper.
“The medium glass one with hot pink crystals,” he said.
Kelsey tightened her fingers into his arm again, but he barely glanced at her.
Gwyneth pulled out the too-thick-looking plug and placed it in Nathan’s palm.
The thing was beautiful, no doubt, with the radiant crystals refracting the overhead light. But its circumference was so much bigger than she was accustomed to, and the material concerned her. “Won’t it break?” Kelsey asked.
“No,” Gwyneth replied. “Completely safe, made from borosilicate glass, which makes it really durable. If you drop it, you’ll just want to check that you haven’t chipped it. And it can be chilled or warmed before it’s inserted.”
“That’s a benefit,” Kelsey said dryly.
Nathan turned it over, looked at the crystals, ran his thumb across the base.
“How about that one?” Kelsey suggested, releasing his arm so she could point out a smaller one.
“Gwyneth, show us the one with the purple base,” he said.
The woman pulled it out. It was at least half as big again as the one he was holding.
Kelsey shivered and quickly said, “Uhm…the hot pink one is great. I like it. A lot.”
“I figured you’d see it my way.” He gave her a quick smile, indicating he’d outmaneuvered her. “We’ll take it.”
Not even trying to hide her smile, Gwyneth returned the larger one to the case and slid the other into a black velveteen bag. “Anything else?” she inquired.
“A thong,” he replied.
“I have underwear,” Kelsey protested.
He ignored her as if she’d never spoken. “The skimpiest, laciest, indecentest.”
Kelsey scowled at him. “That’s not a word.”
“She knows what I mean.”
“I do,” Gwyneth said, coming out from behind the counter again.
“Why do I need another thong?” she asked him when they were alone.
“Club rules. Your pussy needs to be covered.”
“Are you pushing the limits, Mr. Donovan?”
“Perhaps,” he said.
Gwyneth returned with a pair and showed them to him.
“I’ve seen bandages are bigger than that,” Kelsey protested.
“I think that’s what he was going for.” Gwyneth smiled.
“Did you see the price tag on them?” Kelsey demanded, scowling at him.
“No.”
Since he seemed unconcerned, she shut up. If he wanted to spend his money on her lingerie, why should she stop him?
Within five minutes, he’d paid the bill and they had left the shop.
By agreement, they walked down the street until they found a small bar that specialized in pub foods. They each ordered a hamburger and shared a basket of French fries.
“Not too concerned with what Julien Bonds might have to say about your food choices?” she asked.
“I intend to get plenty of exercise when we’re back at your condo. And I want to put that plug up your ass.”
Chapter Fourteen
Inside her condo, Nathan placed her overnight bag on the bed next to the large, decorative one from Gwyneth’s shop then pulled out the butt plug.
“I’m still having doubts,” she said, her gaze riveted on the glass rather than him.
“I’ll make sure we get it properly placed,” he assured her.
“How did I know that would be your response?”
Every minute he was with her, Nathan was more and more enthralled. Despite her numerous hesitations, she’d always opted to trust him. Seeing her at the store, pulling back her shoulders, rocking a hipbone forward, fucking owning the outfit as Gwyneth had suggested, had made him stupidly proud. She wore her submission well.
And she was affecting him in deeper ways, too. Today, with the way she’d walked into the offices at the docks, by his side, presenting a united front, had meant a great deal to him, both as CEO and as her Dom. She couldn’t have handled herself any better. She’d been assertive, focused—everything he’d never realized he wanted in a woman.
“Please get undressed,” he said. “I put your collar and my flogger in your bag this morning before we left the house. I’m going to wash the plug. When I get back, I want you wearing the collar, and I will expect you to have your chest on the mattress with your hands behind you, pulling your ass cheeks apart. Questions?”
“No, Sir,” she said.
Her voice had a seductive purr to it. He wondered whether she knew her tone was different when they were in a BDSM scene. He adored it. And her.
