Page 55 of Sweet Pea

I found myself turned to face him and his large hand went to my throat. “You giving me a challenge, Callie?”

I pressed my lips into a thin line.

“Are you?”

I nodded and his mouth landed on mine. Hard.

When I reached for his cut, he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. “No. Upstairs.”

I rushed upstairs and into my bedroom, removing my clothing as I went, but keeping my shoes on, as he followed slowly. He walked into my closet, stepping out with one of my robe sashes.

“Leave your panties,” he ordered, and I did, turning to face him. “You ready to play?”

I nodded.

Taking the sash, he tied my hands behind my back, leaning down to run his tongue across one nipple then the other. He stepped to my dresser and that was when I noticed he’d stopped in the kitchen for a bottle of bourbon and a glass of ice.

“I told you, I don’t fuck around with ice in my whiskey,” I said, but he ignored my comment.

Grabbing an ice cube, he peeled the front of my panties back and dropped the cube in, guiding it to my clit where he pressed it against my sensitive nub and secured it with the fabric. I shivered, whimpering as the cold did exactly what he intended.

“Callie?”

I swallowed, suddenly needing to squeeze my thighs together.

“Callie?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t come.”

I met his eyes. God, how did he know?

He squeezed my chin gently. “I’m gonna let you later, but you come now, we’re done.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“If I use the riding crop, you gonna come?”

“Probably,” I admitted.

“I’ll wait, then.”

“Thanks.”

“You want ass play?”

“God, yes,” I hissed. “But let’s do that at the end too.”

He chuckled. “My girl’s a little wound up, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

He kissed me, clamping my nipples while he did it, then removing his clothes, his huge dick already hard and ready. God, I wanted to wrap my mouth around him, but I knew he’d never allow it. I’d issued a challenge and that meant he was in charge.

He poured a shot of bourbon and helped me drink it, then took a shot himself before pouring another and setting it on the nightstand.

I’d ordered some extra toys to have at my place for the nights when we ‘played’ here, and I couldn’t wait to see which ones he picked. I’d been very vocal about which ones were my favorites, so my anticipation was heightened when he stepped back into my closet. Grabbing my box of toys, he dropped it on the bed, pulling out a few with a grin before guiding me to stand against the wall. He turned my vibrator on and pressed it against my clit and I whimpered, the coldness and vibration nearly breaking me, but I forced myself not to come as he pressed a little harder.

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