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“Those are new, too. Although I wasn’t really planning
on using them on your dick.”
“They felt good on my dick.”
He offers a wry smile. “I could tell.” Then he shifts his
gaze downward, the smile transforming into a frown of concern. “You might have to put something on that, though. Your dick’s not looking as pretty as it did an hour ago.”
I glance down to see he’s right. It’s not horrible, but there’s a bit of bruising and some blood, indicating one of the clamps must have nicked my skin at some point. “What the hell do I put on a bruised and cut up dick?”
Alastor’s lips quirk in amusement. “The same thing you’d put on a bruised and cut up any other part of your body—ice and antiseptic.”
Fortunately,it doesn’t take long for my dick to recover, but that doesn’t mean Alastor is ready to try again so soon, much to my chagrin. I certainly never imagined we’d get to the point whereI’dbe begginghimfor pain play and he’d be the reluctant one. But here we are.
On Saturday morning, I shake him awake at seven, earning myself a kick to the shin.
“Ow!”
“What the fuck, Macey? It’s barely even morning,” he groans.
“It’s seven am,” I inform him. “It’s been morning for hours.”
“It’s Saturday. Doesn’t count.”
He stuffs his head under the pillow and makes a valiant effort to ignore me, but I tug the pillow away, almost tipping him off the bed.
He glares at me. “Fine. If you’re that desperate for dick, you’ll have to do all the work while I just lie here.”
I roll my eyes. “As tempting as that sounds, I didn’t wake you up for sex.”
“Well, that’s a first,” he mumbles.
“Get up. We’re going surfing,” I announce.
“Hell no. I already told you I don’t do rough water,” he
says, shaking his head adamantly.
“It’s on the list,” I point out. “If I can have nipple
clamps put on my dick because of your list, you can brave a few rough waves because of mine.”
“You loved every second of it,” he says with an eye roll.
“Then why don’t you want to do it again?” I demand, frustrated.
“Of course I want to do it again,” he says, seeming surprised that I should think otherwise. “But it’s not exactly something that can happen spontaneously in case you hadn’t noticed. And it’s a lot of work on my end,” he adds with a shrug.
Huh. I hadn’t really thought of that.
He sits up, reaching out to run his hands up my sides. “We could do it tonight?” he suggests with a waggle of his brows.
“Hmm...we might be pretty knackered after the surfing.”
He flops back down on the bed. “Bloody hell, you’re not letting this go, are you?”
“Nope.”
