“I was remembering the night you tied me up.”
“Yeah, baby, that night was so good.”
“Well, that got me thinking. Do you remember the vibrator you forgot about?”
My body stilled, and I gulped, wondering where she was going with this. “Yeah.”
“Well, I was shopping with Bailey the other day and she reminded me that with everything going on in the last few weeks, I never got you back for what you did to me.”
“Josie,” I muttered, testing the ropes around my wrists. “I thought you forgave me for that. I said I was sorry.”
“Oh, I did forgive you, George. But Bailey said there is a difference between forgiveness and getting even. I think I want to get even.”
“You know, I don’t think I want you hanging out with Bailey anymore. She’s a bad influence on you.”
Josie chuckled. “I think she’s fabulous.”
“Look, babe, whatever that woman told you, it was wrong. I am really sorry, and it will never happen again.”
“You’re right, George, it won’t because I ordered this.” My wife grinned as she held up a brand spanking new dildo.
Now I knew logically that the dildo was on the thinner side. More like a starter dildo. Hell, my dick was way bigger and thicker than that thing, but knowing where she was about to stick it, the damn thing might as well have been a fucking two by four!
“Josephine, don’t even think about it!”
Smirking, she climbed on the bed and slowly crawled between my legs. “What was it you said to me that night?” she asked as I felt the tip of the dildo at my back entrance. “Oh, that’s right. Take a deep breath, baby. This will only hurt for a second.”
The second I felt the tip slide past my clenched hole, my entire body lit up as she added, “Did I mention it vibrates too?”
THE END
Epilogue
Devlyn
The night of the reception...
Moaning, I rolled over when something tickled my nose. Swatting it away, I faintly heard a chuckle as the annoying tickle bugged me again.
“Ça va, mon chèr?”
And that’s when I froze and prayed to every deity I knew, hoping and begging that I hadn’t imagined his voice.
It couldn’t be.
Seriously, the universe had a truly sick sense of humor.
I refused to believe it. Like, I’d rather believe the pigeons outside were plotting world domination than accept this reality.
“I’ve missed you,” his thick Cajun voice declared, a low rumble that somehow managed to be both seductive and disgusting, like a perfectly good chocolate bar with a tiny, crunchy cockroach hidden inside.
“Fuck,” I whispered, mostly to myself, attempting to maintain a dignified level of shock. But when he chuckled—that deep, throaty chuckle that could melt glaciers—I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
My worst nightmare had arrived, wearing a ridiculously charming smirk and smelling faintly of sandalwood and impending doom.
“Happy to see me,Bébé?”
“About as happy as I am to learn I have an STD,” I grumbled, because honestly, that’s pretty much how I felt.
