Page 42 of The Bourbon Bargain

Despitestoppingtopickup dinner, when we get home, Paige immediately goes up the stairs instead of into the kitchen. She doesn’t even stop to cuddle Cerberus, merely giving him a quick scratch on the head as she walks.

I chuckle at her eagerness. I was hoping we could continue what we started in the car, but I thought she would at least eat first. Oh well, we can fuel up after we fuck and maybe get a round two, or three, in later.

“Not that way, big guy,” I tell the massive dog, who wants to follow his favorite person.

He pauses and gives me a dissatisfied look that is comical coming from a hulking black demon dog, as Paige would say. I point toward the den, and he turns and slowly walks in that direction with his head lowered, knowing he’s getting kenneled. I’ll be lucky if he even looks at me tomorrow after this. Separation from Paige is almost as bad for him as it is for me.

“This is for all of our own good,” I tell him as I give him a few treats and toys and close the door. I make a stop in the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven to stay warm and grab a bottle of Underworld Spirits bourbon and a glass to bring upstairs with the bag of presents I picked up for her.

When I make it to the bedroom, Paige is waiting just as I asked, on her knees in the middle of the bed, naked except for a scrap of pink lace she calls panties. Her arms are held close to her body, and she shivers a bit, her rosebud nipples tight and her smooth skin glowing like a beacon in the low-lit room.

The single bedside light plays along her curves casting some in shadow and adding more appeal than I thought possible. How did I get this fucking lucky? I couldn’t have dreamt up a better, more beautiful, and more perfect person to take as my wife. This is something only the fates could have arranged, and I will gladly be paying for this boon for the rest of my life.

I set the bag on the bed next to her and step back, taking off my shoes.

“Open your presents.”

I set down my tumbler, fill the bottom with amber liquid, and take a sip, savoring the burn of the bourbon instead of getting caught up in the view of my wife, nearly naked, perfectly pink, and so incredibly fuckable.

Paige looks to the bag, and back to me, torn between where she would rather have her attention. She pulls a box from the bag and starts to unwrap it while I peel off my socks and stand barefoot on the rug in front of the bed. I’m still fully clothed, so she takes a moment to focus on the box and realizes what she’s holding.

“An anal plug?” she asks, opening the box and pulling out the small teal silicone butt plug. “Is this… because you want to… have my ass?” She whispers the dirty words and I swallow in anticipation. God, yes. I take another sip of the bourbon to slow myself down, then set the tumbler on the nightstand.

“You remember how it took a bit to get used to my fingers filling your pussy before you were ready to have sex? Your ass needs a little help, also. You can wear that and get used to the stretch until you’re ready for my cock. Or I can fuck your pussy while you wear that, and you can experience a whole different sensation when you come.”

She bites her lip and slowly puts the plug on the bed and looks back in the bag. “Lube I can understand,” she says, pulling out the bottle and placing it next to the plug. “Is this bag full of sex toys?”

“Keep going.” I slowly pull my Henley over my head and toss it to the side.

Paige looks back at me quickly, her hand coming out of the bag holding a set of soft restraints. “Are you… going to tie me up?”

“Maybe someday,” I respond, unbuckling my belt.

“So we’re not using these today?” she asks, sounding almost relieved.

“Oh, we will definitely use those tonight, but you can put them on me.”

Her eyes grow round, and her mouth follows.

I want to shove my cock into those plush pink lips of hers and watch her whale eye up at me from her knees. The scene is so perfectly imprinted in my head, I have to take a deep breath to get past it and push my jeans down to my feet where I step out of them. I’m down to my boxer briefs, my cock impossibly hard and straining the material, and she can’t take her eyes off my body. I remember her words, calling me graceful and brutal. She will see both very soon, all while she gets to call the shots.

She manages to pull her eyes away from me when I nod at the bag, encouraging her to find the last present. She pulls out another box and turns it over in her hands, studying it.

“Is this for you, or for me?”

“It’s for both of us. It’s a cock ring that vibrates. You put it on me, and it vibrates your clit while making me last longer. I’m looking forward to using that with you.”

She looks up at me shyly and smiles. “I like the way this one sounds.” She opens the box and pulls out the sleek, dark purple ring with the small vibrator built into the top. She presses the button on the vibrator a few times, feeling the changes in speed and her eyes light up.

“I thought you might. That leaves my hands free to do other things, or if you want them out of the way.”

“I think I need some of that bourbon.”

I pick up the glass and hold it out to her, just out of reach. She has to shift onto her hands and knees to reach it, and the sight is something to behold. Her tits hang full and heavy and the arch of her back that tilts her ass invitingly vies for my attention nearly as much. I let her take the glass and have a sip before she hands it back to me, wiping her lips with the back of her hand delicately.

“Now what?” she asks, settling back on her heels.

“That’s for you to decide, angel. You’re calling the shots tonight. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything.” My tone deepens on the last word, and I see the effect it has on her.

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