He only smirked. “You’ll warm up soon, princess. One last chance to take off all your clothes, or you’ll have something else to be punished for.”
Fine. No luck in decreasing the intensity of my punishment after all. I kicked my shoes off first, letting them fall from the edge of the bed. My socks came next.
Then I slid my arms out of the sleeves of my sweater and lifted it over my head. Goosebumps rose on my arms as the cool indoor air brushed over them, my nipples peaking against my thin tank top.
“I’d turn the heat up for you, but I don’t think you’ll want it hot in here later.” Mercer ran a hand down each of my arms, his body heat warming me slightly. “Keep going.”
I slid out of my leggings, leaving only panties and the tank top. As I took my top off, my nipples hardened, extra sensitive with the arousal coursing through me. I reached for the waistband of my panties, but Mercer stopped my hand.
“I’ll get those for you.”
My breath caught. I leaned back on the bed, thighs parting as more slick gathered in my core. Mercer groaned, hiking my legs over his shoulders and pressing a kiss right at the apex of my thighs.
“If you’d listened and waited until it was safe for you to leave the room, I’d be tasting you already,” he murmured.
“You still could be.”
He chuckled. “Princess, you won’t convince me not to punish you.”
“I’m just saying, if you want to taste me… I’m right here.”
Squeezing my ass with his rough hands, he laid another kiss right over my clit, pressing enough that my panties rubbed against the sensitive spot.
Then he pulled back all at once, leaving me cold. “Not until you’re begging for it.”
What if I started begging early? Would he give me release sooner?
I doubted it.
“Do you have toys you use to keep yourself company, sweetheart?” Mercer asked, opening the drawer beside my bed.
My cheeks went pink.Damn it.He didn’t have access to the toys he’d used before, but I had a drawer full. Didn’t every omega need a little inanimate company every now and again?
“No,” I lied.
“You’re trying really hard to avoid your punishment, but you’ll get it either way. It might just be a bit more fun if I have help. I know you have to have something. Where are your toys?”
He wasn’t going to drop it.
Mercer had already opened another drawer, climbing off the bed to search elsewhere when he didn’t find anything.
“In my walk-in closet,” I finally conceded. “Bottom drawer on the left, at the back.”
He disappeared into the closet for a minute before emerging with the box that held everything I needed to make myself come—if my hands weren’t doing it on their own, anyway.
I pulled a blanket over myself as he placed the box down and took off the lid. One at a time, he removed each of the toys.
My collection was small, but effective.
A long, thin bullet vibrator.
A thick, curved g-spot vibrator.
Two dildos with knots; one small, and one large. Although, the large one still couldn’t compare to West’s size.
One small butt plug with a wide, flared base that I’d only actually used once.
Mercer picked that one out of the lineup right away. “Such a little plug. We’ll have to get you a bigger one.”
