Page 66 of Taming Scarlet

“Now… you pack. And every move you make, you’re going to be thinking of having my cock in your ass,” he told me, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. “Then, when you are so wet you can’t take it anymore, I will give you a hint of what that is going to feel like. Now, get packing,” he demanded.

I waited until he walked away to try to move.

Only to find he was right.

Each movement made me aware of the plug. And it wasn’t long before the friction was creating an aching need deep inside as I carefully packed my suitcases.

I loved packing for the yacht because there were no baggage limits, so I could overpack without any issues.

Though as the time wore on, I was starting to regret all the trips back and forth to and from my closet and bathroom.

Like Julian had been listening for it, when I finally zipped my luggage, he appeared in the doorway.

“Are you ready for relief?” he asked, voice husky.

“Yes,” I admitted, too far gone to try to play it off.

“Then come here,” he said as he walked across the hall into his room, waiting for me just inside the door.

He closed the door after me then walked over to the bed, sitting off the end.

“Here,” he said, patting his lap.

Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as I walked toward him, the movement of the plug making me almost whimper with need as I lowered myself over his lap.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as his hand massaged my ass before his fingers drifted inward, grabbing the jewel of the plug, and pulling slightly, then pushing it back in.

There was a moment of discomfort. Not from pain, just adjustment to a new sensation as he started to fuck my ass with the plug.

It wasn’t long, though, before my hands were gripping the bedding and my sighs became whimpers, then moans as he somehow managed to drive me up with just the plug.

“So close,” Julian murmured. “Come for me,” he demanded.

Not a moment later, I was, the intensity stealing my breath, making my whole body shake.

When I came back down, Julian let out a little chuckle.

“Surprised?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted, turning my head on the mattress so I could glance back at him.

“You have a lot of nerve endings here,” he said, tapping the plug, a move that had my ass jerking upward. “You can stimulate the G-spot and the A-spot, depending on the angle and depth. Some women even say they come harder when fucked in the ass. We will see if you are one of them,” he said as he scooted out from under me, then reached to grab the plug, and took it with him to the bathroom.

I didn’t even know what anA-spotwas.

Clearly, Julian had a lot to teach me still.

I couldn’t wait to learn.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Julian

The Chandelier megayacht was like a personal cruise ship. Maybe just a little more sleek-looking.

I’d been fucking around on my phone as we ran around in the early morning hours, dropping off Hugh who seemed over the moon about hanging with his buddies, then grabbing some breakfast, and some seasickness items just in case.

And while looking around the internet about megayachts—since I didn’t know a damn thing about them, growing up dirt fucking poor—I learned that there was a difference betweensuperandmegayachts.

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