Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGH T
LOVE ME, PEG ME
Caroline
There was commotion on the other side of the front door, but I knew it wasn’t trick-or-treaters. It swung open a second later, and I twirled the tie of my black, satin robe in one hand as I leaned against the wall at the end of the entryway.
Ryder walked in, shut the door behind him, and took a few steps before he noticed me. A slow smile spread across his face.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hiya, Trouble.”
I’d received an invitation to the opening of an exclusive club that night, but I was craving alone time with Ryder. And I knew my assistant, Addie, needed a night out, anyway. We could partake in the club’s exclusive rooms whenever we wanted. And I felt confident in my decision as I appraised Ryder.
With easy, measured steps that didn’t bely his earlier eagerness, he crossed to me. I stayed where I was, watching him closely, until he was within kissing distance, and I had to tilt my head slightly to look in his eyes.
“You ready?” I asked.
He reached up and toyed with a lock of my freshly curled blonde hair between his fingers. My hair was pristine as was my makeup and the mostly smudge-proof red lipstick I hadn’t pulled out in a while.
“More ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my entire life.”
“Good, good,” I whispered. Dipping just the tips of my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans, I slipped them against his skin and toward his hip while I held his hungry stare. He stuttered out a shaky breath, and I couldn’t contain my slow, seductive smile. I tiptoed my nails up his shirt, over his stomach and his chest, and he shivered, his eyes falling shut for just a second.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
He groaned, and I could feel the vibration against my palm.
He licked his lips as he nodded, and his eyes met mine. “Yes, I’ll be the best boy for you.”
“I’m sure you will be,” I said as I took his hand. I let my eyes linger on his face until I pivoted and led us down the hallway, my heels clicking on the tiled floor.
He eagerly followed, and once we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, I had to remind myself that there was no rush. That we had all night, and I could take my time.
I’d lowered the lights and lit a few candles, casting the room in a warm, dim glow. And it smelled fantastic, too.
“Sit,” I instructed, pointing to the edge of my bed. He dutifully did as I instructed and folded his hands in his lap. I didn’t linger long, pushing open the bathroom doors. But before I stepped fully inside, I glanced over my shoulder.
His eyes were glued to me as I’d hoped. “Stay,” I added and slipped through the doors.
I heard his muffled, “yes ma’am,” through the doors and smiled to myself. Everything I needed was laid out on the bathroom counter in front of me. I’d done my research, investigating different types of dildos, vibrators, and harnesses, trying to find the one that would work best for us both .
And I’d finally found it. The one I’d decided on was a double-sided vibrator with a long, thicker shaft I knew Ryder would enjoy and a smaller portion I could slip inside myself. And to make sure it stayed in place, I bought a dark-red leather harness.
I picked up the vibrator and the lube next to it but realized quickly that I didn’t need it. All it took was the brief thought that Ryder was sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for his cock like a good boy to make me wet enough to slip the shorter side inside me.
I gasped at how well it hit that perfect spot but didn’t stop until I had the harness tightened around my hips and the longer shaft slipped through the ring. I appraised my image in the mirror before I walked back out into the bedroom.
My short, silk robe was still thrown over my shoulders. Underneath it I’d chosen a lacy, black bra that cupped my tits and complimented the dildo and harness. I’d tried everything on once a week ago when it came in, but I hadn’t paused to consider what I looked like. Now, I stared at myself and the unfamiliar yet enticing view of me with a cock jutting from my hips.
I liked the way I looked and the way it made me feel. Powerful . That was the word I settled on when I appraised my reflection and how my body felt wearing this new pleasure-giving tool that I was eager to use.
Leaning forward, I double-checked my lipstick in the mirror and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I slipped the remote to the vibrator into my robe pocket. Excitement buzzed through me, but when my hand clasped the doorknob, a wave of nerves bombarded me.
Still, I tugged open the doors and found Ryder right where I left him. The moment he looked at me, all nerves washed away in one swift rush.
“ Fuck me ,” he muttered, eyes sweeping over me again and again like he was so captivated by every part of me, he didn’t know where he wanted his attention to land.
With a smile, I took a few slow steps to him. “That’s the plan.”
His hands were tense, grasping his knees and showing off the impressive veins beneath his skin. He raised them as I got closer, but I shook my head.
“Don’t touch yet,” I instructed as I stepped between his spread thighs. His jaw tensed, but he dropped his hands back to his thighs. My instructions were only for him, though. I wanted to touch him as much as I could. Everywhere and anywhere.
His black hair was recently trimmed, so neat and perfectly styled after a day at work. But I wanted us both undone. I slipped my fingers through the silky strands and dragged them down the back of his head to the curve of his neck.
He stared at my face in awe and appreciation, but I caught him glancing down at the vibrator standing proudly between us. Beneath it, I could see the hard outline of his cock pressing against his pants. My pussy clenched in response around the toy, and my hands dropped onto his shoulders.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
He blinked twice and slowly nodded his head. “Yes, am I going to need it?”
Fisting his hair in one hand and wrapping the other loosely around his throat, I tsked at him. His eyes widened, and I felt him swallow beneath my palm.
“You said you were going to be good, but questioning me about your safe word isn’t the best start, Trouble.”
“You’re right,” he said, licking his lips. “My safe word is lilac.” He said the word slowly: lilac. Emphasizing both syllables and letting it roll off his perfect tongue.
He almost looked disappointed when I let go of his hair and his throat, but when I reached for the hem of his shirt, that disappointment disappeared. He raised his arms, and I tugged it off over his head, tossing it on the floor at the end of the bed. I didn ’t hesitate to run my hands over his broad chest and the smattering of dark hair in the center.
He groaned, and I glanced down to finds his hands balled into fists against his knees.
“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you?” I taunted. I ran my fingers down his toned arms and scraped my nails against the tops of each of his hands. A low growl rumbled up his chest, and I smirked at his quiet but definitive confirmation. And all at once I wanted that, too. Teasing him was fun, but I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted to feel that pent up need, and I wanted him to let it out on me. “Then do it.”
The second I uttered the last word, Ryder was up, cupping my face and guiding me in a brutal, hungry kiss. He ran one hand down my back and hauled me closer. The vibrator squeezed between us, he rocked his hips against it, rubbing the underside of his cock, still confined in his pants.
The thinner stretch of material that connected one side of the vibrator to the other was perfectly placed against my slit and rubbed against my clit. Powerful waves of pleasure came with every sweep of his tongue, every swipe of the toy against my sex, and every needy touch of his hands. But it wasn’t just pleasure that I felt. It was desire, hunger, love .
“You picked a pretty toy,” he muttered against my lips, reaching between us to palm the toy in his large palm. “Is it one of those fancy double-sided ones?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “A little bit of something for both of us.”
He smiled and stepped back only far enough that we could both clearly see what he was doing—pumping that pretty silicone shaft like he was impatient for it to be inside him. “You’re so perfect,” he said with enough reverence that I had to look back up. His hand didn’t stop moving, but his eyes were steadfast on mine.
In them, I saw every second of our future together. And it made me want him so much more .
“The only problem with this is that I can’t taste your cunt. Are you dripping around the toy? Making a huge mess?”
I nodded as he kissed me. Reaching forward, I dragged my nails over the fabric covering his thick length and was rewarded with a hearty groan.
“You may not be able to taste me,” I said. “But you can suck my cock.”