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“Don’t get cocky.” He pushed off the door and smacked my ass again as I walked away. It burned like a son of a bitch, and I skittered away from him.
“Ow,” I growled, giving him a glower. “That was nine.”
“That’s for looking so fucking tasty,” he shot back, scowling and following me.
I snorted and grabbed my dress by the hem, peeling it off as I sashayed across the open apartment. Rain pelted the windows, and the city faded into a misty darkness beyond them. I walked straight to our bed in my bralette and thong, and fully anticipating the best sex of my life, I flopped onto the bed and stretched out on my side. I winced as the comforter rubbed against my sore butt cheeks.
Amos breezed past me like he didn’t care that his gorgeous goddess of a girlfriend was displayed on his huge bed, and he went for his closet. My teeth gnawed uncertainly on my lower lip. It wasn’t new for Brady to keep his cards close to his chest, but I didn’t know what he had planned.
I shifted onto my knees and watched as Amos brought out a velvet packet of some kind. He put it on the bedside table, and undoing the buttons on his white shirt, he went back into the walk-in. The closet was basically another room, and I hadn’t really explored it much, but I knew it was huge and had unlabeled leather boxes along the top shelves. The Mysterious Curiosities of Brady’s Smut Closet.
When Amos came back out, he had an entire piece of furniture. It was the bench he kept in his closet, and I had always assumed the black leather, curved couch was just artistic and had been put there for the hell of it, but I looked at the bench with new eyes. Eyes that found little silver rings on leather loops and a set of leather cuffs along the rounded edge.
My mouth made an “O” before I scrambled off the bed. “You have asex bench?”
“It’s a chaise, technically,” he said, leaning two hands against the higher curve of the “s” shaped lounger.
“Oh, a chaise,” I said in a fake British accent, skipping up to him. “How fancy.”
Amos folded his arms over his broad chest, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and teasing me with a peek of his smooth pectorals underneath. “I don’t think I spanked you hard enough.”
My teeth clacked shut.
Amos took a step forward, crowding me with his warmth and his scent, and my eyes fluttered as his fingers brushed against the leather straps that dipped over the curve of my breasts. “I could get used to this, though,” he murmured. He slid a finger beneath the leather and pulled me toward the chaise. “Over the top part,” he instructed.
I draped myself over the bench, and Amos helped position me so I kneeled on the flat wedge in the middle and bent over the hump with my fingers kissing the floor. It put my ass in the air, and Amos slid my thong down my legs before tossing it aside.
I gave him a giddy grin, and he broke his stern demeanor, snuffing out a laugh through his nose and bending down around me so his lips dropped a kiss on my shoulder. His hands skimmed my arms, searing a heated path from my shoulders down to my wrists, and then he attached a pair of padded leather cuffs around them. He tightened the straps, putting my hands down to the ground and my ass high in the air.
Nervousness and excitement swooped in my belly and fell to my pussy. I clenched my thighs together in anticipation of what Amos had in mind.
He started off by turning on a vibrator, but I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me because he’d faced me toward the rainy windows and dimmed the lights, so I jumped when he slid the vibrator through my folds and right up against my clit. But it didn’t feel like any vibrator I’d used before. It hooked inside of my vagina and right up against my G-spot, and then a vibrating, suctioning sensation clamped around my clit.
I gasped loudly, my stomach tensing as I shot straight up toward an orgasm. “What the—?”
Amos bent around me again, his chest bare and pressing against my back with simmering warmth. “Remember that number?”
“Eight?” I asked, my voice strained as the toy pulled me closer to an orgasm.
Amos held out a set of anal beads at my eye level. They werewaybigger than I was used to seeing. And there were ten balls on the flexible toy, starting out small and growing in size with each one. Eight. He was going to stick eight of those up my ass. “Oh fuck,” I whispered.
“Ready?”
I let out a harsh breath, my body already shaking as the insane toy revved me up toward an easy orgasm whether I wanted it to or not. I nodded.
Amos rubbed his fingers with aching tenderness along my trembling core and then around my ass, lubrication on his fingers as he eased it around each opening before pressing the first bead against my slick entrance. I let out a choked sound of pain and pleasure as he slipped the first bead into my ass and my body fought against the orgasm that threatened to rip through me.
“One,” Amos whispered, and his other hand rubbed down my back and over my sore ass.
I whimpered as he pressed the second round bead inside, stretching my opening and causing my pussy to clench around the toy.
“Two.”
I came after he slipped the third bead inside of me, letting out a tortured breath and hunching forward with my hands clenched in their manacles and my muscles loosening with an intense orgasm unlike anything I’d had before.
Amos pulled the vibrating toy away from my clit as I came down from the orgasm, and the fourth bead slipped through my lubricated entrance, stretching and then relaxing as it buried in my ass. Literally nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of these sensations, and I immediately knew why couples craved this.
Then I felt Amos’ cock at the entrance of my pussy, and I welcomed him with another low sound of arousal, my eyes screwed shut and my body alight with new sensations. He pushed inside of me as he slid the larger ball in my ass. “Five.”
