His hand connects with my skin.
I jerk.
Oh, I like this. Like it so, so much. All afternoon I’d thought about it, hoped for it.
Slap, slap, slap.
The sound reverberates through the room. Pain, heat and pleasure all mix and I forget my protests, arching into his touch. Again and again, his open palm lands on my ass until we are both panting.
And I’m a slippery, needy mess.
He slides his fingers up and down my wet slit and gives a long, put-upon sigh. “This isn’t working.”
My heart stops. What did he mean? He couldn’t be done with me already, we’re in the middle of things. I sputter. “Wh-what…?”
“You like getting your ass smacked too much.” His voice takes on a diabolical tone that sends shivers through my aching body. My anxiety disappears, replaced with anticipation. He toys with my clit, lightly stroking, driving me crazy. “I have no other choice but to come up with a different punishment.”
“No, this is good.” I moan, encouraging him to continue.
He laughs. “Oh, I know it is. That’s my point.”
He picks me up from his lap and deposits me onto the couch.
I cross my arms, huffing in disappointment.
A smile flickers over his lips before he stands to face me. He looks me up and down as though I’m a horse up for auction. “I was going to save this for later, but you’ve given me no choice.”
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small black box, holding it out to me.
Confused, I blink at what looks like a jeweler’s box. My heart lurches before rationality returns. He’s not giving me jewelry, we’d spent one night together. I eye it. “What’s that?”
He pushes it closer. “Open it.”
Curiosity mixes with apprehension and I take it from him, flipping the top open. Two silver balls lay nestled inside. Okay, I’m officially lost. “What are these?”
His dark eyes drink me in. “Put them in.”
What is he talking about? Where exactly am I supposed to put them? Dumbfounded, I ask, “What?”
“Put them in your pussy.” He makes the proclamation as though it should be obvious.
I cough. He can’t be serious. For what purpose? “Why? What are they?”
His jaw clenches and he crosses his strong forearms over his broad chest. “Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told.”
Maybe it’s wrong, but I kind of like it when he talks like that. All arrogant and commanding. Maybe if he were really like that, it would be different, but so far whenever he gets like this, it leads to very good things.
Besides I’m too curious where this is going to argue.
I pick them up. The metal is cool in the palm of my hand.
“One at a time.”
I roll one smooth ball in between my thumb and forefinger and it jingles.
Why? I guess I’ll find out. Without taking my gaze off him, I insert first one then the other. The flash of heat in his expression tells me I’m missing something key, but I can’t fathom what.
He crooks his finger. “Stand up and come here.”