“I know exactly what you need, Scarlett. The only question is whether or not you’ve earned it,” he rasps, each syllable vibrating against my clit.
“Not this again,” I groan in frustration.
His hazel eyes lock with mine. “Will you relinquish control to me, baby girl?”
I keen at the sound of the nickname he used for me that night rolling off his tongue. “Yes,” I half-whisper, half-moan when he flattens his tongue and lazily strokes my clit before sliding one finger inside me, and then adding a second shortly after.
“Such a good little wife you’ll be,” he hums to himself as he paves a path of kisses up my stomach, lifting my sleep tank as he goes until he takes one nipple in his mouth, his fingers still working in and out of me at a feverish rate.
In the back of my mind, the feminist in me is screamingfuck the patriarchy, but goddammit, Iwantto be a good little wife for him, even if only in this capacity.
Squirming with the need for more, I buck my hips in a silent plea for him to grind against me, fuck me, just something more,anything more.
Rather than giving me what I’m seeking, Bennett places a knee on the bed and gestures for me to sit up. When I comply, he lifts my tank over my head and slides me up the bed until my head rests against the pillows. Then he stands to his full height and reaches behind his head to slip off his Wolverines Hockey shirt.
“Do you have any toys with you, Red?”
“What?” I question, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“Did you bring any of your toys along?”
“Yes,” I admit, completely unashamed.
“And did you bring any lube for your toys?”
“Yes?” I answer as more of a question, wondering where he’s going with this.
“Tell me where.”
“In the lavender toiletry bag in my suitcase,” I tell him, gesturing to the corner where my suitcase sits open.
Without another word, Bennett stalks over to my suitcase and grabs the small bottle of lube before making his way back to the edge of my bed. He tosses the bottle onto the bed beside me, and then I watch with rapt attention as he slides his athletic shorts and boxers down his thighs, revealing his throbbing cock that is now even more mouthwatering than it was before.
My eyes widen as I take in the changes. “Is that?”
“Jacob’s ladder piercings? Yeah,” he says with a wickedgrin.
“What made you decide to do that?” I question, suddenly overcome with irrational jealousy at the thought of him getting it for another woman.
“If I’m being honest, it was either this or a dick tattoo, and I didn’t really have anything I wanted to permanently etch across my manhood. I figured a piercing was temporary, though I’ve become quite attached to them over the past nine months.”
“What do you mean it was either a pierced dick or a tattooed dick?”
“I was the biggest loser for our fantasy football league again, and that was the winner of the league’s chosen punishment. I probably could’ve gotten out of it, but I was curious to see what it’d be like.”
My brows furrow. “Who was the winner of the league?”
“Griffin, that sadistic bastard,” he answers.
“And has your curiosity been quelled?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I haven’t given them a test drive yet,” he admits to my disbelief, and the shock must be written all over my face.
“You haven’t—”
“Nope.”
“Not even with yourself?”
