Chapter 107
“How are you feeling after your retrieval?” G asks, running his hands up my thighs. My doctor said we shouldn’t have penetrative sex for two weeks, and it’s been two days since my procedure.
“I’m doing good. I can’t believe I got so many eggs,” I say, cuddling into him on the couch of my Wicker Park apartment.
He plays with my hair, then asks, “Can we talk about aftercare?”
“Why do you want to talk about it?”
“When you’re ready, I want us to be rough. Rough enough where you’ll need aftercare.”
“Rough enough where I might use a safe word?”
He smirks, nodding. “When you kept teasing me about being my prisoner during the hackathon weekend … I’ve been fantasizing about it ever since.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to be my little slut for the night from the moment you enter the condo.”
“Your little slut?” I ask, trying to remember if he’s ever called me that before. He hasn’t.
“Yes.” He breathes, pushing me down on the couch so I’m lying beneath him. Hovering over me, he continues, “Tied to the bed, begging for me. I’ll play with you when I want and punish you when I want. I’ll make sure you’re fed and hydrated. I want to spank you with my belt. I want to fuck your ass.”
I feel a rush of excitement and a little uncertainty as he describes what he wants. “You’ll have to use a lot of lube,” I say softly, barely believing I’ve said it.
He chuckles, low and dangerous. “What do you think about handcuffs?”
“Pass.” I’m not going to think about how I was actually Sorin’s prisoner right now. I’m not going to think about how he cuffed me to the bed before he cut me.
G’s brows furrow.
“Sorin,” I say, and he nods.
“What about nipple clamps?”
“Mmm. Pass.”
“What’s something we can add in that we haven’t done yet?”
“I think spanking me with the belt is enough newness,” I sheepishly say.
G smiles, pulling me in for a kiss. “So, do you want to do all of this?”
“I will need spoiling. All of the spoiling. Like never-ending spoiling.”
“I’ll do anything you want if you give me your ass.”
“Like watch a Hallmark movie? Their Christmas marathon is in full swing.”
“I’ll cuddle and hold you the whole time you watch them, and I won’t say anything about how bad they are.”
I smile, but I’m still unsure about going that hard. “I can’t have sex until November fourteenth,” I remind him.
“Then I want you to go to prison on November fourteenth.”