Then he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I don’t know if you have a choking kink, Princess. Maybe you do. Or maybe you just need surprise and a lot of stimulation to keep you in the moment.”
As he spoke the words, something between the cavity of my chest and my gut recognized the truth of it.
“Yes! That’s what I want. I trust you, and I’ll stop you if I need to.”
Mike pushed to his feet, naked, and pulled his bottom drawer open. This distracted me from staring at his winking worm—I had to stop calling it that—as I tried to see the contents of the drawer. But he waggled a finger at me, teasingly.
“The rest isn’t for beginners,” he said, which was madly intriguing. Then he laid out the things he had selected and turned to me. “Thoughts?”
Sitting on the sunshine duvet were a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs, a purple bottle of lube, a satin eye mask, a strip of condoms — how many did he think he’d need?—and, most interestingly, a sleek wand with a round head.
I’d tried vibrators before. I had bought a rabbit one from a website’s bestseller section and found the experience painful and frustrating, so I’d thrown it in the trash and never tried again.
On the one hand, I was lucky to be doing this with a man who didn’t view sex toys as an enemy and instead had his own collection.
On the other: Was I in way over my head?
“You’re very prepared.”
“Boy Scout,” he replied, eyes twinkling.
It was suddenly important to ask, “Would you let me peg you?”
“Now?” He blinked. “That’s something a person needs to prepare for.”
I shook my head. “No, not right now, but would you? In theory?”
He shrugged. “If you want to.”
I nodded. I’d never given much thought to pegging before, but if I was going to consent to a man using anything he wanted on me, I wanted the same right.
“Where do you want me?” I asked, using the voice I used when I asked designers what their coffee order was. “Like this? On my back? On all fours?”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “Okay, go on then. Get on your knees and grab the headboard up there.”
I nodded gamely. As I crawled to the head of the bed and took a firm grip of the polished wooden headboard, the wetness between my legs rushed again, and I couldn’t help but wave my hips. Still, I stayed where I was, knowing Mike was taking in my long spine, my naked hips, my curved ass.
“You don’t need to be shy, Princess. Show me that pretty pussy.”
After a brief hesitation, I parted my knees. Blood rushed to my face as I felt the cool air dance over my slit and asshole, knowing Mike could see all of me like this. I was exposed. Vulnerable.
But it wasn’t nerve-wracking.
It was thrilling.
My center clenched with need. I felt like my intimate parts were pouting for Mike, begging him to make good on his promises to make me feel good, to distract my racing mind so my body could feel. No sooner had I remembered that than the pesky part of my brain, the part that always convinced me I’d left the door unlocked when I hadn’t, wondered if Mike had changed his mind, or if he was overconfident. Lots of men talked a bigger game than they could deliver, and Mike was cocky at the best of times. Perhaps he’d oversold?—
A thick buzzing sound filled the air, and that train of thought cut off. I was about to turn and look when darkness slid over my eyes. The mask. I went to feel it, but whip fast, Mike put his bigger hand over mine, pinning it to the headboard.
“No. You’ve put me in charge tonight, and I decide when you can move and what you can see.”
“Okay,” I said slowly, as nerves swooped in my belly.
Mike dropped a kiss to my shoulder blade.
“Will I have to tie you to my headboard, Princess? To remove temptation for you to move?”
I shook my head. “I don’t need to be tied. I’ll stay here.”
