Page 67 of Bound By Words

“If that checklist of yours were done, that little stunt would have earned you a trip over my knee,” he warned, his eyes more serious than he’d been moments before.

I shivered when I realized he implied I would have earned a punishment by taking the box from him, and the idea didn’t scare me.

“And I might have liked it,” I teased as I propped the box up against a shelf and pulled open the flaps. “Whoa.”

My eyes widened as I looked at the row of plastic-wrapped boxes in the box.

“Why is Talia sending my brother a box full of sex toys?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time she’d sent someone sex toys. Gifting is her love language, and she loves to give her friends new toys to play with.” Nathan’s voice was more amused than annoyed, but knowing another woman was sending him this stuff made a tiny flare of jealousy flame to life.

“She sends you sex toys? Why?”

“It’s her job, Kelly,” he laughed. “She’s a blogger who reviews sex toys.”

Relaxing slightly at his explanation, I wasn’t quite ready to rip her head off yet. And if he was suggesting she be my possible mentor, he trusted her. “Can she be my friend too?” I joked, but the heated look Nathan gave me in return was unexpected.

“Or I can share mine…” he drawled out slowly, taking a step toward me.

“Holy shit.” My mouth dropped open as I looked at the last box. It was black with a sleek-looking purple vibrator pictured on the side, unlike any vibrator I’d seen before. “What is this for?”

“Maybe we should put the box back, Kelly.”

“No fucking way. Tell me,” I demanded as I pulled it free and turned it over, my eyes scanning the back label.

“It’s for use with a partner.”

“What’s pegging?” I frowned as I squinted at the print on the box in the dim light.

“Something you don’t need to worry about.”

Turning toward him, I raised an eyebrow, but he was staring at the box in my hand. “I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other. You told me we’d have open and honest communication.”

He paused for a moment, his quiet voice coming out much deeper. “It’s a vibrator worn internally by a female to penetrate a male or another female, but this one with a tapered tip is designed for a male.”

“Like I’d…” My brain was having a hard time wrapping around how this thing worked. It meant one end went inside me if worn internally and… “Oh.”

“Put it back in the box.” The commanding tone of his voice sent a shiver up my spine, but I was too curious to care as he advanced on me.

“No,” I shook my head. “I want to look at it. Have you ever…?”

He shook his head, looking away from me, his posture suddenly tense. “No. Anal penetration is a soft limit for me.”

“Oh.” I paused, thinking about what that meant. He wasn’t completely opposed to it but wasn’t eager for it either. Was I?

“Why? Would doing something like that interest you?”

Turning the box over in my hand, I lifted open the magnetic clasp at the side and pulled the toy out, feeling the weight of it in my hand. “I must admit, the thought of it makes me a little hot.” More than a little hot, but I’d never even considered this. My research so far had been in other areas. I’d never considered dominating Nathan like this.

“Only a little?” he chuckled darkly as he took the box from my hand, placed it on the ground, and stepped in close. The light from where my phone had fallen cast ominous shadows across his face.

“Would you like it if I fucked you, Nathan?” I breathed, my chest heaving as he pinned me down with one of his intimidating Dom stares. He was a powerful man, and seeing how he’d submit intrigued me.

“There are a lot of things I think I’d let you do to me,” he whispered as he cupped my hand, pressing the button on the base of the toy. It softly hummed to life in our clasped hands, and my breath caught as I looked up into his eyes. He stared down at me for one long moment, the fierce expression on his shadowy face making my heart pound.

Urging our hands lower, he pressed it against the seam of my leggings, teasing where I was already aching for him, the deep vibrations causing a warm heat to spread through my body. The thought of one end of the toy inside me while the other…

“God, fucking, dammit,” he growled before he dropped the toy to the ground and grasped my neck under my chin, crashing his mouth onto mine.

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