42. Chapter 42 #3
“You can insult me all you want. Your cunt’s telling me the truth.”
She made a strangled sound that might have been a curse.
I sped up my fingers as her breathing turned ragged.
The next smack sent her hips driving down against my hand, and this time she didn’t move away from the pain at all.
She chased it.
That did something dark and possessive to me.
I wanted every hidden part of her like this. Every pleasure she hadn’t discovered. Every dirty curiosity she’d been too inexperienced to know. I wanted to be the man who found them with her.
“Come, Mouse.”
My palm landed again.
Her entire body tightened.
“Use it.”
My thumb worked her clit faster.
She shook her head against the mattress, unable to form whatever answer she’d intended.
“Let the sting push you there.”
Another hard slap.
Her hips jerked, and Isabella came apart.
A loud cry tore from her as her body convulsed over my thighs. Her pussy clamped around my fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses while her legs drew tight and her hands clawed at the bedding.
I stopped spanking her and rubbed my palm over the heated skin instead, keeping my fingers inside her while she rode out every contraction.
A needy little whine escaped her as the last tremors faded.
Fuck, I loved those little sounds.
I rubbed my palm slowly over her burning ass. “Good to know. Next time that pout comes out, I won’t have to wonder what to do with you. Your cunt just told me exactly how much it likes your ass punished.”
She sagged across my thighs with another soft moan.
I eased my fingers out and smoothed my hand over the red warmth of her ass once more.
She twitched.
“Sore?”
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s generally the point.”
“Asshole.”
“You started this.”
She gave a weak laugh.
I shifted her upright, then slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back. Then I stood with her against my chest. The skirt of her dress was still bunched high around her waist, her flushed body limp from the orgasm.
Her arms went around my neck automatically.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to our room.”
“And now?”
I carried her into the hallway.
“Now I finish what you started.”
A soft, satisfied sound left her as she rested her head against my shoulder.
By the time I carried her back into our bedroom, the flowers and candlelight made the room look almost absurdly romantic considering what I’d just done to her ass.
I set her carefully on her feet beside the bed.
Her skirt was still half shoved around her waist.
I stepped behind her.
“Stay there.”
She did, though the look she gave me made it clear obedience hadn’t suddenly become her default setting.
I stepped behind her and slid my hands over her hips, smoothing the skirt back into place. Isabella sucked in a breath when my fingers brushed the tender curve of her ass.
I kissed her shoulder.
“Feeling that, huh?”
“A little.”
“You’ll feel it more tomorrow.”
“That sounded far too pleased.”
“I am.”
I found the concealed zipper at the center of her back and lowered it as I kissed the curve of her neck.
I’d watched her wear this dress through dinner, the theater, and Xyst, thinking she looked beautiful enough to stop traffic.
Ten minutes ago, I’d had the skirt shoved around her waist while I reddened her ass over my lap.
Both versions of her did dangerous things to me.
I slid the dress from her shoulders and let it slip down her body until the fabric pooled around her feet.
“Step out.”
She did, and I moved the dress aside before turning her toward me.
The chase had left her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks were flushed, and the orgasm still lingered in the heavy set of her eyelids.
I ran my hand over one heated cheek, gentler now. “Good girl. You took that beautifully.”
A needy little whine slipped from her.
Fuck, I loved those sounds.
I kissed her gently enough to make her lean into me, then guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of the rest of my clothes.
“I had something else planned for tonight before you and your Syndicate girlfriends decided to wage psychological warfare.”
Her brows lifted. “Besides the proposal?”
“Aye.”
I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the black box I’d hidden there yesterday.
She sat up a little straighter when she saw it. “What’s that?”
“More Valentine’s presents.”
I sat next to her, opened the box, and set it between us.
Her gaze moved over the contents: the small vibrator, the adjustable clamps connected by a fine gold chain, the slim silicone plug, and the bottle of lube.
She picked up the vibrator first.
“I know what this is.”
Her eyes narrowed before she set it back and touched the chain attached to the clamps.
“What are these?”
“For your nipples.”
Her eyes snapped to mine.
“You say that as though it explains everything.”
“They clamp on. They sting at first, then make you more sensitive.”
Her gaze dropped to the box again and settled on the plug.
“And that?” She gestured toward it.
“For your ass.”
Her eyes widened just enough to make me smile.
“Oh.”
“These are beginner toys.”
Her head snapped up. “Beginner?”
“Aye.”
“There’s worse?”
“Better.”
“That depends entirely on perspective.”
“It does.”
I glanced at the few things in the box. “There’s a lot more for adults to enjoy than these if you’re open to it. Different toys, restraints, furniture made specifically for this kind of play. You should see Lucian’s playroom.”
Her brows drew together.
“The room upstairs?”
“Yes.”
“The one I thought might be for children?”
I smiled. “That would be the one.”
She stared at me. “You told me to ask Scarlett what kind of playroom it was.”
“And apparently you never did.”
“No.” Her gaze narrowed. “You could have simply told me.”
“Where would the fun have been in that?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Keep calling me that and find out what happens.”
She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the box. “So what exactly is in this playroom?”
I shifted closer and ran my hand slowly up her thigh.
“The point isn’t what’s in the room, Mouse. It’s what having the room lets me do to you.”
That got her attention.
“Lucian has a proper spanking bench I could bend you over and secure you to, which means you wouldn’t be wriggling halfway across my lap trying to save your ass every time my hand came down.”
“I was not wriggling.”
I gave her a look.
“Fine. Maybe a little.”
“There’s also a St. Andrew’s cross.”
“What is that?”
“A large X-shaped frame made for restraints. I could put you against it facing me or turn you around, fasten your wrists and ankles, and keep you exactly where I wanted you while I decided what part of you needed my attention.”
Her cheeks were already turning pink.
I let my thumb trace the inside of her thigh.
“There are places to tie you open. Drawers full of toys, like paddles, crops, floggers, clamps, vibrators, plugs. Whatever happens to interest us.”
She swallowed. “That is a lot more than what’s in that box.”
“Considerably more.”
“And you’ve actually thought about using all of that on me?”
“I’ve thought about a great many things I’d like to do to you.”
Her lips parted.
I leaned closer.
“A bed I could tie you to, and enough toys to keep you right on the edge until you’re cursing my name and begging me to let you come.
” My hand moved higher along her thigh. “A room built so I don’t have to improvise every time I decide I want you helpless, spread open, and completely at my mercy for a while. ”
She was quiet for a moment.
“Jesus, Lachlan.”
“Does any of that sound unappealing?”
She considered it far more seriously than she needed to.
“No.”
I smiled. “Didn’t think so.”
Her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh my God. Scarlett.”
I laughed.
“You told me to ask her about that room.” She covered part of her face with one hand. “Well, it’s a good thing I never did. Who knows what she would have thought.”
“Considering she uses it, I doubt she would’ve been scandalized.”
Isabella lowered her hand. “That is not what I’m worried about.”
“She probably would’ve given you a very thorough explanation.”
“Which is precisely why I’m grateful I never asked.”
I laughed and glided my fingers up and down her inner thigh.
“I may have to build us one here.”
Her gaze came back to mine. “A whole playroom?”
“Aye.”
“For me?”
“For us.” I squeezed her thigh. “You’ll just spend considerably more time tied to the furniture.”
She laughed. “You sound awfully sure I’m going to like this.”
“After what your pussy did while I spanked you?” I raised a brow. “I have reason to be optimistic.”
“Smug.”
“Accurate.”
She glanced toward the box again.
I moved my hand from her thigh to her chin and turned her face toward me.
“Curious is enough, Mouse. We try what turns you on and ignore whatever doesn’t.”
“That could be dangerous.”
“Why?”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Because I’m very curious.”
Fuck me.
“Then I bought the right Valentine’s gifts.”
I reached for my phone.
“We don’t need a playroom to find out.”
I opened photo two and turned the screen toward her.
Isabella was kneeling in black garters and thigh-high stockings, her breasts bare and lifted in her hands, one nipple pinched between her fingers as she stared directly into the camera.
I looked from the photograph to the real woman beside me.
“When this hit my phone, I wanted your tits in my hands, not hers in a camera lens.”
“Oh my God, the photographer didn’t touch me.”
“Good thing.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m possessive. Different problem.”
I set the phone aside and picked up the clamps.
“These are adjustable. I can decide how hard they bite.”
Her attention stayed locked on my hands.
“And they really make things more sensitive?”
“Aye. Especially when they come off.”
That earned me a wary look.
“Should I be worried about that part?”
“Probably.”
I opened the first clamp and adjusted the pressure with my thumb.
“It’ll sting.”
I rolled her nipple between my fingers until it tightened, then drew it gently away from her breast and settled the clamp over the sensitive tip. The moment I released it, the pressure bit down.