Page 55 of Truth

“Does it hurt?”

She shook her head. “No.”

I removed the bamboo and reached for the last item. This time, I turned her hand over so I could reach the underside of her wrist. “Do you know what this is?”

“I think so.”

Turning it on, I held it a couple of inches from her skin. “This is a bullet vibrator.”

The gentle vibrations pulsed through my fingers as I placed it against her wrist. She held very still.

“This is the low setting.”

I let her get used to it on low before I turned it up. When I finally had it on high, I ran it up the length of her arm to her elbow. “How does that feel?”

“Strange. But... good.”

“Good,” I said, smiling.

I turned the vibrator off and laid it on top of the nightstand along with the other two items before turning back to face her.

“First, is there anything in the kitchen that needs your attention?”

“No. The lasagna’s done.”

“Do you need to take it out of the oven?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Now tell me why you were looking so guilty when I came home. Did you really think I’d be upset you’d been in my toy drawer?”

“You didn’t say I could get into your drawer, Sir.”

“You’re not answering the question, Brianna. Did you think I’d get upset with you?”

“Maybe? I wasn’t sure.”

“I see.”

I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear weeks ago that Brianna was able to go anywhere in the house. The only exception to that had been the playroom, which I kept locked. I was hoping to show it to her one day, but as with many other things, I didn’t think she was ready yet.

“Unless I tell you otherwise, Brianna, you are able to look at, touch, and use anything in this house. If you’re curious about something, all you have to do is ask. Okay?”

“Okay.”

There was a long pause.

“Have you used all those things?”

I knew she was asking not only about the three things I’d used on her but the other items in the drawer, which included nipple clamps, a flogger, several vibrators and dildos, and a paddle, along with the ropes I’d used on her father. “Yes.”

She shivered, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

“What about the things you saw frightens you?”

“Will you put those things inside me?”

“Eventually.”

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