It was going to be fun shopping for toys for her. She’d probably never experimented with anything more adventurous than a vibrator. He was going to show her a whole world of pleasure she’d never experienced before.
Her thighs trembled around his face, and her moans grew louder. “You may come whenever you like, beautiful girl.”
He drove his tongue deep inside her, right as she came, her pussy pulsing around him. He drew his tongue out, lightly flicking her clit as she continued to come. When she slumped back against the sofa, he gently kissed her clit before pulling back to stare down at her for a moment. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks red. He didn’t like the dark marks beneath her eyes. She needed more sleep than she was getting, and it was late. Standing, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.
She opened her eyes, a smile crossing her lips. “That was amazing.”
He grinned as he placed her on the end of the bed then pulled back the covers. She just sat there, staring at him. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
“Glad I could be the first.” And the last if he had anything to say about it. Slow and easy. She’d already come so far, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off now.
It wasn’t a simple thing for him. He found himself wanting to bulldoze his way into her life. To simply command her to be his. To demand it. But while that might work with some women, it wouldn’t work with Lacey. She still had walls in place. And brute force wasn’t going to tear them down.
Luckily for him, there was more than one way for him to get through.
“Do you wear something to bed?” he asked.
“Under the pillow,” she replied, with a small smile on her face.
Wow, she’d really needed that orgasm. He reached under her pillow and drew out a white, lacy nightgown. It was romantic and old-fashioned, and like nothing he could have imaginged she might wear. And yet it completely suited her. He nodded his approval. “You may continue to wear this.”
“I may?” A hint of the old Lacey shined through in the slight spark in her voice.
He nodded arrogantly. “I would normally want you naked. But I like this, it suits you. Arms up.” He knew he wouldn’t usually get away with such an order; she wouldn’t always be this compliant. But right now, she was still feeling mellow enough to obey him without an argument. She raised her arms, and he dropped the nightgown over her head, helping her thread her hands through the holes. It had small cap sleeves and ended part-way down her thighs.
He pulled back the covers on the bed. “Climb in.”
He gently kissed her lips. “Sleep. I’ll make sure the place is locked up. I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m taking you to brunch. I’ll also have a surprise for you.”
“What sort of surprise?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you that or it won’t be a surprise. But you’ll like it.”
He knew he would.
Chapter Twelve
She couldn’t believe she’d let him give her an orgasm—as she lay naked on her couch, fully on display while he’d been completely clothed.
Dear Lord, what had she been thinking?
You let him lick you, suck you, bring you to orgasm, and you didn’t do anything in return. True, he’d ordered her to keep her hands over her head, but surely afterwards she should have offered to do the same to him.
Idiot.
She was starting to think he wouldn’t call this morning. Why would he? She had to be the worst lover in the history of sex. After that orgasm, she’d practically fallen asleep. Who did that?
One orgasm and her brain went to mush. Except it hadn’t been just any orgasm, it had been the orgasm to beat all orgasms. Hot, strong, and fucking amazing. What she wouldn’t give for another one. She’d slept better than she had in years. No nightmares. No three a.m. wake ups where she couldn’t fall back asleep. Nope, it was now nine a.m., and she was still in bed.
Wow, she could use one of those every night. There was no way she could give anything back to him that was even half as good as what he’d given her. No way in hell.
Her cell phone rang, and she sat up in bed. Where had she put her phone? It must still be in her bag. But where was her bag? As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she was startled to see her phone sitting on the bedside table. She hadn’t put it there, which meant that Gray must have put it there last night.
That was sweet and thoughtful. She picked up the phone gently and looked at the caller ID.
Sexy man of my dreams.
Um, okay. Conceited much? And when had he changed his name in her phone?
“Hello?” she answered hesitantly in case she was wrong. Unlikely, but you never knew.
“Lacey, how are you? It’s Gray.” That last part was unnecessary, she’d recognize his voice anywhere.
She cleared her throat. “Gray, hi. What’s up?”
“Well, certain parts of me are definitely up. They haven’t really gone down from last night after I explored your delicious body. The taste of your pussy kept me awake half the night, wanting more.”
Oh, fuck. Why hadn’t she used a different sort of greeting?
“Sweetheart? You still there?”
“Um, yep.” Well done, Lacey. Eloquently put. She could win prizes for her ability to stay calm and confident under pressure. She leaned back against the headboard. “I’m here. You changed your name in my phone.”
“Sure did. I didn’t want you to forget who I am. Are you still in bed?”
“Y-yes.” Why was he asking her that?
“Wearing that little, feminine nightgown?”
“Yes.” Where was he going with this?
“Are you still wet?”
Oh, holy hell. That’s where he was going with this. How was she supposed to answer that?
“Lacey.” The firm note was back. The demand in his voice was clear. “Slide your hand down your stomach to your pussy and slip a finger between your folds. I want to know if you’re still wet.”
She couldn’t do it. She shouldn’t do it. But somehow, she found herself doing exactly as he’d ordered. And she was still as slick this morning as she’d been last night.
“Lacey? Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered so quietly he probably couldn’t hear her. But she didn’t think she could repeat herself.
“Good.” There was a huge amount of satisfaction in that one word. “Now, I want you to get up and have a shower. Find a loose skirt and top and put them on. No panties. No bra. I’ll be around to pick you up in an hour. Buzz me in but keep your door locked until you see it’s me through the peephole.”
She didn’t need that last warning, it’s what she would have done anyway. But her brain was mainly focussed on those first few sentences. No panties or bra? Was he insane?
“See you soon, gorgeous girl. And remember, I have a surprise for you.”
A surprise? What sort of surprise? But before she could ask he’d ended the call. A loose skirt and no underwear? There was no way she’d do that, would she?
Gray stood on the other side of Lacey’s door, waiting for her to unlock it. She’d let him into the building when he’d buzzed, which was a good sign. He’d half-expected she wouldn’t. He wondered if she’d done as he’d ordered or if he’d be administering a punishment soon. In truth, he didn’t particularly like giving punishment spankings, he’d much rather spank her for pleasure.
When she opened the door, she was wearing a flowing, black skirt that ended just below her knees and a light blue tank top. He could already tell she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way her tight nipples pressed against the material. He had to pause for a moment, his balls so tight they ached something fierce.
Maybe this no underwear thing hadn’t been his best idea. How was he going to get through brunch without exploding? He sat the bag he’d been carrying down once he stepped through the doorway. Then he closed the door and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.
“Good morning,
baby.”
“G-good morning.” She stared up at him with dazed eyes before blinking hastily then stepping back. She was trying to withdraw from him, to pull up those walls she built to keep herself safe. The trick was going to be to keep her off-center enough she couldn’t re-erect them.
“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked in a low voice.
“What?” She appeared startled and bit her lip.
“Panties? Were you a good girl or a bad girl?”
“I’m not sure I should tell you that.”
“Oh, you’re going to do more than tell me. Show me.”
“What? How?” She practically squeaked out the words.
“Lift your skirt.”
She just stared at him. He had to fight to hide his smile. She was so adorable. So refreshingly innocent, even though she was only a few years younger than him and had no doubt seen and heard some terrible things in her life. When it came to sex, she was obviously very inexperienced.
Which suited him just fine. He was a possessive bastard, and the thought of her with other men made him feel murderous. Knowing those other dickheads hadn’t been very good lovers calmed him. A little anyway.
“Show me, Lacey. Or instead of exploring the surprise I brought for you, you’re going to be over my knee, getting your butt reddened. And that’s not going to be very comfortable for you to sit on while we’re out for brunch.”
“You’re not serious?”
“I am. One last chance. Raise your skirt then turn in a circle. Slowly.”
Red filled her cheeks as she slowly lifted her skirt, showing him she had indeed been a good girl. A deep sense of satisfaction filled him as he motioned for her to turn around. She moved in a slow circle, showing him those full ass cheeks before she turned fully back, her pussy on display.
“Very good. Now that sort of obedience deserves a reward, don’t you think? Bend over the back of the sofa with your legs spread wide and your ass pointing out.”
“Why?” she asked.
He turned her, slapping her sharply on the ass. She gave a small yelp, jumping before she rubbed her ass. “What was that for?”
“No asking questions. Just do as you’re told.”
She gave him a frown, but moved to the back of the sofa and spread her legs, poking her ass out. He grabbed the bag then moved in front of her. Reaching in, he pulled out the butterfly vibrator with an attached harness. He enjoyed the way her gaze narrowed as she studied the object, clearly confused.
“Never seen one of these?” he asked, holding up the harness. He grabbed the small butterfly vibrator. “See this? It sits on your clit. And when I press the button on the remote control, it emits a small vibration. These straps hold it in place, so it doesn’t fall off while we’re in public. I was going to get you to wear Ben Wa balls, but since they can be a bit tricky to keep inside when you haven’t had practice, I thought we’d start with this and work our way up to the balls. You can practice wearing them at home.” He pulled out the Ben Wa balls and placed them on the sofa. “I’ll insert them for you, so you know how to do it. Then you can wear them around your apartment. I think you’ll find it rather more enjoyable doing your chores while these balls rest inside you.”
“I-I can’t . . . you can’t possibly expect me to wear a vibrator while I’m out in public.”
“Oh, I do,” he responded. “You will wear it, and you will thoroughly enjoy it. I can promise you that.”
As would he. He grabbed the balls. “As for these. You insert the lighter one first. Push it high up inside you then the heavier one. The little string sits on the outside to make it easier to remove them. You need to tense your muscles to keep them inside you.”
He moved around behind her and slid a finger through the slick lips of her pussy. “Just as I thought. No need for lube.”
She groaned as she felt him swirl his finger through her juices. Why was she letting him do this to her? She wasn’t seriously considering wearing that harness thing out in public, was she? What if she came? No, she couldn’t do it.
“Oh,” she groaned as he pressed one ball deep inside her. Oh hell. And he thought she was going to wear these ball things while she was doing the housework? Was he insane? She was just a simple girl. Beyond her rabbit vibrator, she’d never experimented with any toys. And now she was being thrown completely off the deep end.
This was insane.
He inserted the next ball. They felt odd inside her. Slightly heavy, and she had to clench to ensure they didn’t slip right on out. Thank God, he’d changed his mind about having her wear them in public. What if they slipped out? How humiliating would that be?
“Now walk around and see how good those balls feel.”
She stared back at him. Really? Now?
He raised one eyebrow. All right, it seemed he meant right now. She stood and moved around slowly. Oh, God, the friction from the balls inside her made her even wetter. She tensed, freezing as she felt them almost slip free. There was no way she could ever wear these.
“You’ll need practice. Soon you’ll be holding them inside you like a pro,” he said almost cheerfully. “Back to the sofa, I’ll take them out and put on the harness.”
Feeling like she was waddling as she tried to hold the balls inside her, she made her way back to the sofa.
“Open up.”
She spread her legs and he easily pulled them free.
“Step into the harness.” She glanced down at her feet to see he had the harness open and waiting.
“Gray, I can’t. Someone will know.”
“No, they won’t. I promise.”
He promised. And she was expected to believe him? But as she glanced at his face, she saw the sincerity.
And the determination. He wasn’t going to let this go.
Take a chance. Live a little.
She wasn’t certain her cousin had meant this when he’d given her that advice.
She stepped into the harness. He gave her a warm smile of approval, and she realized she’d do a lot to see that look from him.
Oh, hell, she had it bad.
This was going to be a long, long brunch.
***
It was pure hell.
She bit back a groan, glaring at him as the butterfly vibrator turned on, buzzing against her already swollen and over-sensitive clit. It was a combination of pure bliss and complete and utter torture. How she was managing to get through their meal without grabbing that remote from his hand and bopping him over the head with it, she had no idea.
But there really should be some sort of medal for showing such restraint.
Thank God, he’d chosen a restaurant with booths. While there were other booths on either side of them, the sides were high, and they were private.
“You look angry, honey. Something wrong?” The innocent look he gave her wasn’t fooling her. She knew better. She knew he was the devil in disguise. At least he hadn’t insisted she wear those damn balls because as slick as she was down there, she knew there was no way she could have kept them inside her. And that would have been damn embarrassing.
She shifted around in her seat, unable to stop herself. Finally, the buzzing ended, and she trembled, her body overheating, her clit so overloaded with sensation she almost couldn’t bear it.
“You look a little flushed, honey. Like you need cooling down.”
Oh, ha-ha. She just scowled at him. The evil bastard.
He chuckled, nearly choking on the mouthful of orange juice he’d just taken. Served him right, she was suffering, and they hadn’t even received their food yet. How long could she stand this without exploding?
“You’re a mean, mean man,” she told him.
He raised one eyebrow. “And here I was going to offer you some relief.”
She eyed him suspiciously. Relief? What did that mean? Probably not what she thought it did. Not that she really wanted an orgasm right here. She turned to look around her. Even though they were mostly private back there, there were still
other people in the restaurant. And the way she felt right then, any sort of release was going to come with moans of delight not meant for the public’s ears.
He took a sip of his club soda and gave her a wicked smile. Uh-oh.
“Wouldn’t you like some relief, darling?”
Nope. She didn’t trust the way he was looking at her at all. She shook her head.
“Oh, I think you need it. It will cool you down. I’m sure you must be getting overheated down there by now.”
What was he up to? He tipped his glass and grabbed hold of a large piece of ice. Oh, this wasn’t going to be good. Not at all.
He leaned into her, his breath dancing against her skin as he spoke into her ear. “Go to the bathroom with your handbag. Take off the harness and put it in your bag then come back.”
Okay, well that didn’t sound so bad, if a little disappointing that she wasn’t getting any respite for the raging need filling her. She slid out of the booth, but not before he clasped a hand around the back of her head and kissed her, sending her head spinning. When she finally got to her feet, her legs felt like limp noodles.
Maybe she could give herself an orgasm in the bathroom. He’d never know.
“Oh, and Lacey.” He crooked a finger at her, waiting until she leaned over so he could whisper into her ear. “Hurry back. I’m giving you three minutes before I come searching for you. And you better not touch yourself any more than necessary, or there’s going to be hell to pay, understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled with satisfaction.
She moved as quickly as she could to the bathroom then pulled the harness down and wiped it off before placing it into her handbag. She blushed a little as she realized how wet she was. After cleaning herself up a bit, she exited the bathroom and moved back to the booth, feeling a bit more in control. Now that the butterfly wasn’t attached to her, she’d surely be able to sit next to him with her composure intact.
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