The fragrance of tomato sauce hit me full-force. I took a bite and moaned. After chewing and swallowing, I grinned. “Well done.”
“I only heated it up. Someone else?—”
“Jack.” Sharp.
His gaze flew to mine.
“When I saywell done,then that’s praise for you. You selected it. You heated it to the perfect temperature. And,frankly, this is almost as good as my mother’s. So when I saywell done, I fucking mean it.”
Again, he blinked. “This is hard.” He broke my gaze to cut a piece.
Now the realization dawned. For all his professional successes, he still had a failed marriage in his past. That was likely to continue to dog him if he didn’t deal with it.
So I added it to the list of things we’d tackle.
When he’d swallowed, I smiled. “Now…we’ve talked about hard limits. That’s fine. Why don’t we try a new track? What do you want to try?”
Even as I thought of all my toys in my bag, my cock started to chub.
“What—” He swallowed. “What are my options?”
Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
CHAPTER 19
JACK
My options, it turned out, were many.
As we ate the lasagna—which, for a frozen grocery-store lasagna, was quite good—Devon ran me through everything he intended to inflict on me this week. He’d brought more than a few things to bruise my skin—a whip, a flogger, a paddle, and something called a dragon’s tongue. I was both intrigued and apprehensive about what he could do with all of those.
He had a number of smaller items, too. “I think at least half of my little toy chest is things to either put in your ass or torture your cock, balls, and nipples.”
That had made me squirm, and I’d barely held back a whimper.
Devon just grinned. “They’re all fun on their own. Using a few at a time? Mmm, amazing.”
“Fucking hell,” I ground out.
He gave a wicked chuckle that made me wish he’d say “fuck dinner” and drag me into the bedroom. He’d mentioned a couple of times that we’d probably take it easy tonight—we had,after all, both traveled, and we weren’t exactly eating light. The real fun, he’d assured me, would begin tomorrow.
Though he didn’t say it out loud, the glint in his eyes told me that was part of the torment. As if he were edging me just by sitting here at the dinner table, telling me all the things he was going to do to me later butnottonight.
Jesus. He wasmasterfulat this.
“Full disclosure,” Devon said, turning a little serious. “There are cuffs and some rope in the suitcase, but we don’t have to use them. They’re just in the same bag as all my other stuff.”
I nodded, swallowing against a sudden ball of apprehension. It faded quickly; it was just a kneejerk response to knowing those things were here. That my Sir had brought them.
“If they come out of the bag,” he said, “it’s for one of two reasons.” He held up his hand and ticked off the two points on his fingers. “One, because they’re in the way and I just need to move them. Two, because you’ve explicitly told me you want to use them.” He lowered his hand, picked up his fork, and emphatically skewered another bite of lasagna. “As far as I’m concerned, they don’t exist otherwise.”
“Good to know,” I croaked, and went for my water.
“I did bring condoms, too,” he said softly. “In case you change your mind.”
“Oh. Um. No, no.” I put down my glass. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
“Neither have I. But if you do, or if I do, they’re there.”