Page 101 of Power Play

“Well, unfortunately, theGossip Girlmarathon needs to be put on pause. Wine for a broken heart? Unnecessary because your heart isn’t broken. It’ll be healed and mended by someone who loves you more than anything in the world.” In one swift motion, he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, his hand landing on my ass with a slap. “And if you ever say you look like shit again, I’ll punish you.”

“Can I have a preview for future reference?”

Another slap on my ass rings in the air, and the loudest moan finds its way out of my mouth. “I’ll give you more than just a preview. You’re getting a front-row seat and a part in my show.”

He opens the door to my bedroom and carries me inside. After setting me down on my bed, he slowly steps back. Our eyes meet, and I’m grateful he left the door half open. The light from the hallway falls on his face, making his features narrower andmore beautiful. This man is the epitome of perfection, and I have no idea how I could’ve stayed away from him for so long.

It’s a fucking crime, Layla. Jail time in the prison of human mistakes and remorse for you.

“Where do you keep your toys?” Clay tilts his head, a devilish smirk lighting up his face.

“Definitely not anywhere Maya can easily find them.”

“Okay.” He turns around and takes a step toward my wardrobe. “Here?”

I sit cross-legged, clearly enjoying the game he’s playing. “Cold,” I tell him.

Clay glances at me over his shoulder, then saunters to my nightstand.

“Colder.”

He smirks, wheeling around and heading to the walk-in closet. “Warmer!” I yell after him. Clay stops at the rows of dresses, skirts, and cardigans. “Colder.”

Another step, but in the opposite direction, and this time I say again, “Warmer.”

Clay looks around and then stands up on his tiptoes, reaching for a box.

“Hot…burning!” I say.

Then he’s standing by my bed with the box perched beside me. “Let’s see what you have here.” I hold my breath, watching him open the box. Then he whistles. “Wow.”

“I’ve been lonely.” I try to justify my stash. “You’re not the only one who didn’t sleep with anyone for quite some time.”

“Where is this need to explain yourself coming from?” Clay pulls out two toys and closes the lid of the box. “I’m just amazed at the variety. There are so many things I want to use on you, or watch you use…damn, baby, you aren’t ready.”

“I think I am,” I counter, challenging him with a defiant smile.

“Take your clothes off. I need you on this bed naked in five…four…”

Oh my God, he’s not kidding, is he?

“Three…two…”

I take off my jeans and my sweatshirt.

“One and a half…one…zero.”

My bra is the last piece that falls to the ground.

Putting my hands on my knees, I stare at him, holding his gaze. My chest heaves, my nipples puckering. Clay holds out my dildo, and I take it. He veers right, takes my chair, and sets it in the middle of the room. As he sits down, he pulls his hoodie over his head and throws it to the floor. His elbows rest on the armrests.

“Be a good girl for me, Mama, and show me how you fuck yourself.”

I don’t ask questions, don’t tell him that I want him to touch himself too, so I can watch. No. I do as he tells me because I am a good girl. His good girl, and I don’t want to disobey him.

Not tonight, at least.

Moving back on my bed, I settle into the middle of it and lie down, using my pillows to support my back. I spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy. Clay leans forward, his gaze trained on my cunt. I suck the tip of my dildo into my mouth and then slowly push it inside me. With how dripping wet I am, it slides inside without any resistance.

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