Page 6 of A New Year's Toy
“What’s your safeword? What do you tell me when it gets too much?”
She blinks once, focusing on me. Her breasts still rise and fall with heavy breathing, but she manages to say it anyway, “Red.”
“That’s my girl.”
My fingers pinch her tight little mound over her underwear. Nola growls in pain, then thrusts her hips up to my gently massaging fingers.
“I’ll never, ever go to an extreme such as cutting you without asking your permission. I’m just going to…” The blades of the scissors close in on her waistband, a shark preparing to snap its jaws on its prey. “Cut these off.”
In an instant, the fabric falls to either side of her. I leave the scissors closed for the ribbons and peel off Nola’s underwear.
“I’m sorry,” she says once I’m done.
“Don’t.” I flip Nola on her stomach, back to our scene to where it was before the sight of the scissors scared my poor woman. My hands run over the oily skin and red welts. “This one’s all on me. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“That’s okay.” She fixes her head so she’s gazing at me through her mass of hair. “Please don’t stop, I’m good.”
“Baby.”
Assessing the length of the ribbon I need, I cut it and hover over Nola’s naked body. I’m hard again, looking at her dripping pussy, her fine round ass. Knowing they’re mine to do with as I please.
“Stopping is the last thing that’s on my mind.”
CHAPTER THREE
Nola
“Oh,” is the one literate word I’m capable of uttering.
His large, toned frame casts the shadow I’ve loved since that moment five months ago in his private room in the back of his bar. When we were complete strangers, where he taught me the joy of sex and stripped the hesitation attached to it.
His ominous looming plays as the prelude to his measured brutality, the first act of the play we’re both leads in.
“My dirty girl.”
He slips the ribbon between my back and joint hands. The fabric slides smoothly across my skin. It’s silky.
Soft.
A stark contrast to the tie Alistair bounds my wrists with.
“You didn’t have other people in mind when you curated the red box, didn’t you?”
I bite the inside of my cheek to suffocate my smirk. Of course, I didn’t.
How could I? This man plagues my thoughts, hijacks my days and nights alike.
And sure, other people might and probably will entertain themselves using a paddle that’s one side leather, the other fur. They’ll more than likely appreciate the particular rabbit vibrator I included.
Judging by my clients’ feedback on the products, they’ll love those two, the ribbon, and the rest of the added toys compiling this box. Really love them.
But their meaning won’t be as sacred to them as it is to us. Both the paddle and vibrator were two of the toys Alistair used on me in our early days together, and he’s right to guess it’s why they’re in there.
“No, I didn’t.”
He digs into my skin with his fingers, flipping me on my back. My lungs heave out a surprised breath, while the rest of my body is epically ready for him. Tingles break out on my skin, my breasts are heavy as lust takes over my very existence.
A current of desire thrums in my pussy, an immediate response to Alistair’s gauging stare, to the sex dripping from his eyes.
