Page 40 of Mark my Words

“What is that?” Sam asked wide-eyed when he walked through the door a moment later, watching me turn the dials on the lock after I’d hauled the small black trunk onto my mattress. “I didn’t think you’d have an actual arsenal. But, damn, Kristine, I’ve got to say, I never took you to be the kinky type.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Sam,” I teased as I pulled the lock from the metal loops and carefully placed it on my nightstand. There was no way I’d be leaving anything in the contents of the box just lying around. The house cleaner that Nana insisted on providing me with cleaned everything. She did not need to know what was stored under my bed. “A girl can’t always rely on competent men to meet their needs. They’re harder to find than you think.”

“When was the last time you were in this little Pandora’s box?”

He’d already taken off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt before he joined me, smooth, bare skin showing between the open buttons. Sam’s attire at work wasn’t casual, but tonight, he wore fitted dress pants that made his ass look positively sinful. And I wanted to sin with him so badly.

“A few weeks ago.” The day he’d trapped me in the corner of the elevator and whispered vaguely suggestive things in my ear, to be exact. I had to relieve the tension somehow.

“Did you make your selection yet?”

I pulled open the lid and surveyed the contents; over a dozen small black silk bags were lined up in the case, a little tag on each one. Talia was terrific at ensuring you had proper storage for her generous contributions. “Hold on, give me a moment.”

I picked up a bag I knew held my first battery-operated boyfriend, a simple, anatomically correct model in matte black. It wasn’t the largest toy I owned but it had a strong motor. It’d never failed to get things in motion.

Deciding that it wasn’t what I wanted Sam to use on me, I put it back inside and picked up a smaller bag, peering inside as I glanced at him just standing there a few feet away, watching me. This toy was smaller but could make me come in under two minutes. It had a suction feature that pulsed on your clit and could induce some of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had. It would be fun to let him play with, but not tonight.

I pushed aside the largest toy in the arsenal, a dark purple waterproof model I didn’t use very often, to pull out the mid-sized blue rabbit that I knew usually provided an enjoyable time.

“This isn’t Goldilocks and the three dildoes, Kristine. Just pick something and get naked,” he laughed as he slowly unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his dress shoes. “But you can leave those heels on if you’d like.”

“You’re so impatient,” I laughed as I laid the bag with the rabbit down on the nightstand and pushed down the latch on the lock of my trunk, spinning the dials and lowering it to the floor before I pushed it under the bed with my shoe.

“Really?” he laughed as he nodded to where I’d pushed the trunk out of sight. “You had to lock it again? Afraid I’ll see what else you’ve got stashed in there?”

“No,” I shook my head as I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra, but I think he could tell I was lying. I didn’t want Sam to explore the contents of the trunk. There were also some toys I only played with if I was feeling extra frustrated. He didn’t seem put off by the fact that I owned toys, but I’d never had a guy interested in using them with me.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and pushed them to the floor, stepping out of them and shrugging off his dress shirt. He approached me in only his dark, tight-fitted boxer briefs, his excitement visible through the thin material.

“Maybe it’s none of your business what’s in there,” I said quietly, suddenly feeling shy about the things I typically only got out when I was alone. The last guy I’d tried to date had made it clear that he wasn’t comfortable with anything outside of the ‘norm’ in the bedroom, so I hadn’t done much experimentation with a partner.

Talking a big game and having experience were two separate things. It wasn’t that I was inexperienced, but my limited partners were clueless or selfish. I knew Sam was neither of those things, and it scared me. He wanted me to open up to him and seemed determined to ensure I was satisfied. Still, with every encounter, I found myself unable to resist revealing things to him emotionally as well. I wanted to talk to him.

This promotion was going to kill things between us. I felt the tension already at dinner, and now I knew he’d eventually want to talk about it. Unfortunately, despite the bullshit he’d fed my brother, he wasn’t a romance man, and I wasn’t returning to New York. That spelled disaster if we were actively competing for the same job. However, it wasn’t enough to keep me from having sex with him. Not tonight, and most likely not any other time he was interested. My brain told me to bail and keep him at a distance, but other parts of me were already desperate for his attention.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed around me, Kristine,” he whispered as he stepped in behind me, fingering the lace along my hips before he knelt behind me and pulled my flimsy panties down my legs, helping me step free. He kissed a trail from my lower back up to my shoulder blades, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts as he stood to his full height behind me. “I think it’s hot when a woman knows how to get herself off.” He paused, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs across my nipples. “Now, get on the bed.”

With one last gentle pinch, he pushed me forward, turning me before he urged me back to the pillows, climbing on the bed and settling his weight against me. The soft friction of his briefs pressing between my legs had me panting as he kissed along my shoulders and licked a path up my neck and behind my ear. How he knew exactly how to excite me remained a mystery, but I rubbed against him like a cat as he grasped my hands and pinned them to the pillow above my head.

“Keep these here,” he whispered as he reached toward the nightstand, picking up the little silk pouch and pulling open the drawstring. “Hmm. Interesting choice.”

My teeth worried my lower lip as he pulled the toy out of the pouch, turning it over in his hand before experimentally pressing the buttons, testing the different functions. I was practically panting as he knelt between my legs, his muscular body on display. I was halfway tempted to tell him to ditch the toy and just fuck me, but I could see the gears turning in his brain as his eyes glanced to mine and then back to the rabbit.

“I...”

“Ah, ah, ah. Nope. You lie there with your arms up, and I’ve got it from here.” The devilish glint in his eye was indication enough that I was in for quite a ride. “Close your eyes. No peeking.”

Scanning his face, I nodded, letting my eyelids slip closed as I waited to see what he intended to do to me. He was almost silent, but after a moment, I heard the telltale buzz of him setting the lowest vibration. I think he enjoyed teasing me, prolonging the anxious wait as I tried to keep myself from squirming.

Lifting my hips, I rubbed my thighs together. Sam slowly trailed it down the inside of my arm at an achingly slow pace. By the time it was at my side, another had joined on the opposite arm, and the two fingers slowly teased inward, softly grazing my nipples. I could still hear the buzzing, but it was muffled like he’d laid it on the bed somewhere.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as the fingers changed course and trailed across my stomach, teasing my mound briefly before tracing along the crease between my thighs. Finally, he pressed his hands against my thighs and gently spread them apart, exposing me. The bed shifted as he moved briefly, and then I felt a warm stream of air against my thigh before he started raining small kisses everywhere but where I wanted him.

“Please,” I whispered, desperate for him to touch me there. Usually, I’d need a few drops of synthetic moisture when I played, but I could tell he wouldn’t meet any resistance with how aroused I already was from the dirty words he’d practically growled in my ear and his teasing touches.

“Relax,” he whispered, but he must have been just as anxious as I was because it wasn’t long before I felt the first touch of the low humming vibrations at my entrance. I half expected him to just thrust it in there, but he teased me with the tip, slowly drawing it through my arousal and spreading the wetness he found there.

My back arched as I felt the tips of the rabbit ears graze my clit, the subtle hum ratcheting up my blood pressure as he continued to taunt me with no intention of pressing the teasing toy inside me. My hands grasped the pillowcase as I tried to fight the urge to mindlessly reach forward and grab his hands, telling him to get on with it. He had to know I was waiting for it at this point, the sighs and slightly desperate moans I could not hold in filling the silence in the room.

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