Page 137 of Mob Bride

“Well—uh—the girls said—they didn’t assume anything—more like they thought it might be kinda fun—um. Shit.”

I hold out a package I don’t think he noticed. That or he purposely ignored it.

“A rooster?”

He splutters as he looks between me and the cock ring that fits over at least part of a guy’s dick.

“It’s ribbed.”

“I see that.”

He points to the package.

XXL.

“Who picked this out?”

“I believe that was a collective effort.”

I peek down at his cock, then the toy named for that part of his anatomy.

“I don’t think it’s going to be big enough. I don’t want you to totally lose circulation.”

“Hmm.”

Shane leads an assault on my neck, licking, nipping, kissing along it until I’m grasping his biceps to keep my balance. When I turn my head, he honors my silent request. His lips meet mine, and if ever the Big Bad Wolf were going to gobble up Little Red Riding Hood, it would be now. I’m growing lightheaded because I can’t suck in enough air. My fingers bite into his arms now. It must register with him because he pulls away.

“Where do we start,cailín?”

“I want you to pick, Daddy.” Partly because I don’t want control right now, and partly because I can’t think straight.

After what happened today, some wouldn’t understand how I could relinquish more control since it was pure madness earlier. Someone like me would normally have a death grip on any control I could clench. But this is an interlude with my husband. The man I trust above any and everyone else. I want to let go of my fear and know I’m safe now. I want him to have control after a situation where everyone he loves most was in danger. I can’t imagine how he felt.

I know my need’s intensity, wanting to protect him and my parents and caring about my new friends and family. But I don’t know the others the way he does. They aren’t as significant to meyet. A situation like that is every man in this family’s worst nightmare. I want Shane to know my trust hasn’t wavered.

“My sweetcailín, that’s like telling me everything in Santa’s workshop is for me. We may never leave here if I get to choose. Turn around.”

I obey and cross my wrists at my lower back. It surprises me when he pulls them apart.

“No, little one. You’re not my sub. You’re letting me take command, but I don’t want this to be about what only I’ll give and you must accept. I want you to know you can touch me however and whenever you want. I need you to.”

I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. I understand something I didn’t before this moment.

His control isn’t his strength. At least, not entirely. It’s as much his vulnerability as it is his strength. Or rather, he’s letting me see how vulnerable he feels even when he has control and dominates me. He leads us, but he needs to know I follow because I want this, not because I automatically relent to have this dynamic. That I’m not giving in to please him but agreeing to it as his equal.

“Daddy, you may have unleashed a Stage Five Clinger because I’ll never let go if that invitation stands.”

He kisses the back of my shoulder, then busses a quick kiss on my lips.

“I love you,cailín.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

I place my hands on the bed in front of me and lean forward. I watch him rip the tag off the paddle before he grabs the fuzzy handcuffs. He trails the artificial feathers up my left arm and over my shoulder before drawing them down my back, alongside my spine. The feel is ticklish and erotic. When he gets to my lower back, he sweeps them over the top of my ass. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and glides his cock along the length of the division. His fingers bite into my flesh as he tosses the handcuffs back onto the bed. It’s enough to make me come onto my toes.

“What’s your safe word,cailín?”

“Digon, Daddy.”

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