His lips brush mine—featherlight, barely there. “And I am very much yours. You own me, Angel.”
I close my eyes and lean into him.
He lifts me onto the table, his bandaged wrist a constant reminder of the claim I’ve left on his skin.
38
Weirdest Wedding I’ve Ever Been To
Eli's Search History: Remote control range for vibrating eggs in crowded areas
Emily
I’mshimmyingmydressover my head when Eli saunters in, his hands tucked behind his back, a smile on his face that’s far too mischievous.
I narrow my gaze at him.
“Feel like being daring, Angel?”
“Daring?”
He brings his hands forwards. Air ceases to exist at what I see. Choking, I ask, “Is that what I think it is?”
“A butt plug? Yes.”
“Why do you have a butt plug?”
“Well, it’s notfor me.”
“I guessed that.”
He comes to stand behind me, smoothing his hand over my side and down to my hip. “I was thinking you could wear it,” he whispers into my ear, the words licking over my skin.
“Now?” I moisten my lips.
His hand squeezes my ass. “Yes, now.”
“Why?” I breathe, my chest tightening with fear and desire.
He presses on my lower back until I tip forwards, my hands hitting the bedframe to steady myself.
“This way, when we’re out and you’re looking like the most delectable snack, you’ll be thinking about what I’m going to do to you when we’re home.”
“What will you do to me?” I twist my head so I can look back at him.
He lifts the fabric of my dress over my ass, exposing my underwear—my very unsexy, full-coverage knickers.
Clucking his tongue, he shakes his head. “This won’t do, Angel.” Then he tugs at the elastic until it snaps.
I gasp as cool air kisses my sensitive skin.
His hands trail over my arse. “I told you I was going to fuck you here one day,” he murmurs, one finger pressing lightly at my back entrance.
My legs tremble. Blood rushes to my head.
Then his hands are gone.
Before I can make a sound or turn around, there’s an unmistakable pop as a cap is opened.