Page 70 of Falling for the Boss's Son

“You’ve never used any toys on me.” She paused again but seemed to realize he was going to sit there until she put words to her question. “Why is that?”

Instead of answering, he asked a question of his own. “Is there a particular toy or implement you wanted me to use on you?”

“No.” She paused. “Maybe.” She paused again. “I don’t know.”

He pressed his lips together, trying not to chuckle. She was so cute when she was flustered. “The reason I haven’t used any toys on you is because you’re new to this. I wanted you to get comfortable with our dynamic before I introduced you to toys.”

“Oh.” He was hoping she’d go on, but she didn’t.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Do you already have the toys?”

“Yes.”

She inhaled.

He ran the tips of his fingers down her arm, then up to her shoulder. She leaned her head against him, letting her eyes flitter shut. He continued to brush his fingers up and down her skin, letting her think and feel. This was new to her, and he was okay taking things slow. He planned on them being together for a long time. There was no need to rush.

“What toy is your favorite?” Her voice was soft, but it rang clear in the quiet room.

“I have several favorites, but if I had to choose one, I’d go with a flogger.”

“That’s the things with all the long leather strings, right?”

He grinned. “Yes. The long leather strings are called falls.”

“Why’s it your favorite?”

Jesse liked this inquisitive side of her. “A flogger has a lot of versatility. It can be used in a more traditional way for flogging or spanking, but it can also be used to create a soothing sensation by running the falls over the skin.”

“Does it hurt?” He heard a note of unease in her voice.

“That depends on the flogger and the one using it. Some floggers are heavier than others.”

“And the heavier ones hurt.” She said it as though she was stating a fact.

“No. The lighter ones tend to sting whereas the heavier ones have more of a thud to them.”

She turned in his arms, bringing their noses within inches of each other. “I don’t think I’d like the stinging ones.”

“I don’t know. You seemed to like the sting of my palm on your ass.”

Cassie didn’t answer right away, but he saw her pupils darken. She really enjoyed her spanking the other night. He was going to have to remember that. Something told him she’d be spending a lot of time across his lap in the future.

Her eyes drifted closed again and she brought her hands to rest on his chest. “Why am I equally curious and scared?”

“Because it’s new and you have no point of reference. For what it’s worth, I think you’ll like floggers.” He lifted her and placed her onto his lap, putting her in the same position she’d been in when they were at the lake. This time, however, they didn’t have anyone watching.

She tilted her head back, resting it on his shoulder. “Why’s that?”

Jesse ran his hands along the inseam of her jeans. He would have preferred her to be wearing a skirt, but he could adapt. “Because you like impact play.” He grazed his fingers over her denim-covered pussy and continued upward, dipping under her shirt.

Her only response was a low hum.

Tilting her head to the side, he ran the tip of his nose along her neck, then captured her earlobe with his teeth. She was putty in his hands, even if she didn’t realize it.

He cupped her breasts, kneading them in his palms, the lacy fabric scratching his fingers. Her nipples hardened as the pressure in his own jeans began to build. He wanted to suck on her tits, but that would come in time. They had all day. There was no need to rush.

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