I thought he was about to talk me out of it, when he snatched my hand and dragged me into the closet at speed, shoving the door closed behind us. Saint didn’t often get excitable, but he was bordering on a restrained Labrador right now, which was cute as hell to watch. Who knew I just had to agree to ass play to make him smile? Not that the half tilt at the side of his mouth was much of a smile, but it was a big deal for him. And my second one of the day.
He released my hand and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a red velvet pouch out of it. I frowned as he turned to me, slipping his fingers into it and taking out a black silicon device that was about three inches long with an arrowed head. He placed the pouch into his pocket and I sensed there was something else in there, but he stepped forward, capturing all of my attention as he placed the object into his mouth and sucked.
My breaths came heavier as I watched, my heart beginning to jump erratically in my chest. I was undeniably turned on, plus like twenty percent nervous as he directed me to turn around and bend over, placing my hands on the mirror on the back wall.
I took a few steadying breaths as I obeyed, my eyes on him in the glass as he withdrew the plug from his mouth, his eyes swirling with a dark desire.
“Are you sure, Barbie doll?” he asked, his eyes on mine, making this whole thing so much more erotic.
I nodded, taking my lower lip between my teeth as he flipped up my skirt and pulled my panties down to hang around my thighs.
My heart hit a powerful beat as he parted my cheeks and slowly pushed the plug into my ass. I gasped, my spine straightening and he brushed my hair over my shoulder. “How’s that? Are you okay?”
“I…yeah,” I breathed and I felt him relax as his body pressed to mine.
“You can change your mind if you don’t like it,” he said softly and I frowned at the sweetness of his tone.
“I’m fine,” I said a little hoarsely.
He reached down and gently tugged my panties up, his arm closing around my waist as he guided me back against his chest. His fingers gripped my chin, angling my face directly toward the mirror as he spoke in my ear. “Now go downstairs and make me an espresso, good girl.”
“I’m not good,” I said breathily, adjusting to the strange, but not entirely unpleasant sensation of the plug inside me.
“That’s for me to decide,” he whispered, his teeth grazing my ear for a second and sending a shiver tumbling down my spine. My hate for him was dwindling, giving way to something fiercer and darker that I didn’t want to put a name to. But it was sweeter than hate. “You will have a letter so long as you continue to follow my commands. Can you do that?”
I nodded slowly and he stepped away from me, standing back so I could turn and exit the closet. I wet my lips as I started to get too hot, the feel of that device down there making me surprisingly turned on. As I moved, the plug rubbed me in a way that made my thighs want to clamp together. It was good.
I walked downstairs, a blush coating my cheeks as Blake looked my way and I smiled vaguely before heading to the kitchen.
Nothing to see here, just a girl with something in her butt as she makes coffee. Totally normal.
I started making Saint’s espresso, feeling eyes on me and I glanced towards his room upstairs, finding him leaning his elbows on the balcony railing as he watched. As soon as he caught my attention, he took the pouch out of his pocket, slipping another item out of it and holding it between his finger and thumb as he smirked at me.
I was about to press the button on the espresso machine when the butt plug vibrated and I cried out, my knees half buckling in surprise.
“What’s wrong?” Blake demanded as heat crawled everywhere over my body, including between my thighs.
Holy fuck, that was good and weird and oh my god Blake is still waiting for an explanation!
“Nothing, sorry, I just…saw a spider,” I said lamely as the vibrations stopped.
I’d always had an irrational fear of spiders, ever since I’d camped in New Mexico with my Dad and I’d woken up with four fucking tarantulas in my tent. I’d only been six and it had scarred me for freaking life. Even the little ones gave me the creeps. So faking fear for a pretend one wasn’t that difficult.
“Want me to come and get it?” Blake asked.
“Nah, it’s gone now,” I said, panting a little as I continued to make the espresso.
I glanced up at Saint whose body was rigid and heat pooled through my stomach at the feeling of him watching me.
When I had the tiny glass cup filled with a triple shot of coffee, I carried it towards the dining table. Before I made it there, the vibration started again and I gasped, spilling the shot everywhere as my back arched and my thighs clamped together.
“Fuck,” I exhaled as it stopped, everything below my waistline throbbing with need.
