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My eyebrows dart up in intrigue. It’s not raining, but I’ll bite. “What kinds of things?”
“Toys,” he states plainly, cozying up beside me on the bed. Him, dashing in his dress slacks, button-up, and tie. And me, naked beneath the comforter. I suspect he relishes the power play of that.
His emeralds glimmer as they frolic over my face. “Up for some fun with some of these?”
The box is full of various vibrators, clamps, and oils. He’s been building a healthy reservoir.
“Yes,” I say because Wells always requires a clear answer and clarity is streaming down my legs.
“Good girl,” he praises, his hand smoothing over my hair as his other holds up a butt plug. There’s a glittery pink gem on the top while the rest is stainless steel and shaped like a fat carrot. I’m familiar because of the books I read and because of Celeste. She’s always a wealth of information about freaky things. She’d be so proud.
My eyes flit to his, my teeth sinking into my lip. “You want me to wear that now?”
“Yes. I’m going to fuck you there one day soon, so this will betraining. We’ll use the medium size today. Shouldn’t hurt. This is only one of the things we’re trying.”
I love when he tells me what he’s going to do to me, as though he’s the one in charge of my body, calling all the shots, and I have no choice. I’m drifting, stuck on the promise ofother things.
He chuckles, clutching my jaw and kissing me so deeply that he fills me up with his joy and amusement, whisking me back to the present. A warmth spreads through my whole body. I push the covers away, climb on his lap, and wrap myself around him.
His fingertips skate up and down my spine with a sensual tingle, but then he stops, his teeth snagging my earlobe as bumps erupt over my skin. “Not this morning, Little Storm. You made your choice. It’s you and your toys.”
I slant my head, studying him. “You’re not going to play with me?”
He peels me off him, looming over me again from the side of the bed. His colossal frame always dwarfs me. The man is a foot taller when I’m standing, but when he towers over me while I’m lying on the bed, it’s intimidating. And also utterly alluring. He doesn’tanswer, reminding me that he already did, and he doesn’t repeat himself.
“You made your choice. It’s you and your toys.”
“Up on all fours,” he orders.
While I’m disappointed he won’t be joining me, my interest and yearning are exuberantly piqued. So, I obey, perching on all fours.
“Crawl,” he commands. “One lap around so I can see what’s mine. Finish in the center of the bed so you’re facing the headboard.”
I feel absolutely ridiculous, crawling around naked while he’s dressed in business attire and ogling. But then again, the moment is so obscene that it’s liberating.
Once I’m in place, he instructs me to put my head and shoulders flat on the bed, ass up in the air. After a few stinging spanks to both cheeks and my heart fluttering with an enticing humiliation, he spreads my arousal, mixes in some watery lube, and gradually slides in the plug, allotting time for me to adjust. He’s right; it doesn’t hurt beyond a passing, prickling burn of pressure, only offers a sense of fullness. Although my pain tolerance is admittedly high.
He huffs a breath. “Fuck, baby. You’re breathtaking. So goddamn beautiful.” His hand rubs over the spots he spanked moments ago, soothing, then down to my entrance, dipping inside and curling far too briefly. “Flat on your back.”
I whimper at the loss of his fingers and roll over to see him sucking them.
He winks. “Can’t let your defiance cheat me out of a taste,” he says, voice husky in a way that makes me wonder which one of us is about to be taught the lesson.
He stretches me out like a star, strapping leather cuffs onto my ankles and wrists that restrain them to the bed. There’s not much give, so I’m stuck in this position.
His hand trails over me, rolling my nipples between his fingers, grazing my ribs and thighs and clit with whispered praises along the journey. “Such a pretty pussy, wide open for me.”
He reaches into the box, selecting the nipple clamps, and whenhe raises one to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and then my pebbled nipple, my heart batters my sternum. I gasp as he secures it in place, the sensation a delicious twinge that has me panting. He repeats it all on the other breast, and I’m wiggling and writhing in need.
Fuck.I think he’s going to leave me here, denying me, keeping me desperate.
“Are you going to torture me with edging?” I ask, panic threading my tone.
A shadow of him doing just that capers in the depths of my mind even though he hasn’t as of yet. Seems like it would be his go-to form of discipline though.
“No, Ivanna. If you haven’t noticed by now, I love to give my girl what she wants. So, I’m going to deliver as many orgasms from these vibrators as possible.”
And this is a punishment? Sign me up.
