Page 89 of Something to Someone

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hiya, Trouble.”

I’d received an invitation to the opening of an exclusive club that night, but I was craving alone time with Ryder. And I knew my assistant, Addie, needed a night out, anyway. We could partake in the club’s exclusive rooms whenever we wanted. And I felt confident in my decision as I appraised Ryder.

With easy, measured steps that didn’t bely his earlier eagerness, he crossed to me. I stayed where I was, watching him closely, until he was within kissing distance, and I had to tilt my head slightly to look in his eyes.

“You ready?” I asked.

He reached up and toyed with a lock of my freshly curled blondehair between his fingers. My hair was pristine as was my makeup and the mostly smudge-proof red lipstick I hadn’t pulled out in a while.

“More ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my entire life.”

“Good, good,” I whispered. Dipping just the tips of my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans, I slipped them against his skin and toward his hip while I held his hungry stare. He stuttered out a shaky breath, and I couldn’t contain my slow, seductive smile. I tiptoed my nails up his shirt, over his stomach and his chest, and he shivered, his eyes falling shut for just a second.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

He groaned, and I could feel the vibration against my palm.

He licked his lips as he nodded, and his eyes met mine. “Yes, I’ll be the best boy for you.”

“I’m sure you will be,” I said as I took his hand. I let my eyes linger on his face until I pivoted and led us down the hallway, my heels clicking on the tiled floor.

He eagerly followed, and once we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, I had to remind myself that there was no rush. That we had all night, and I could take my time.

I’d lowered the lights and lit a few candles, casting the room in a warm, dim glow. And it smelled fantastic, too.

“Sit,” I instructed, pointing to the edge of my bed. He dutifully did as I instructed and folded his hands in his lap. I didn’t linger long, pushing open the bathroom doors. But before I stepped fully inside, I glanced over my shoulder.

His eyes were glued to me as I’d hoped. “Stay,” I added and slipped through the doors.

I heard his muffled, “yes ma’am,” through the doors and smiled to myself. Everything I needed was laid out on the bathroom counter in front of me. I’d done my research, investigating different types of dildos, vibrators, and harnesses, trying to find the one that would work best for us both.

And I’d finally found it. The one I’d decided on was a double-sided vibrator with a long, thicker shaft I knew Ryder would enjoy and a smaller portion I could slip inside myself. And to make sure it stayed in place, I bought a dark-red leather harness.

I picked up the vibrator and the lube next to it but realized quickly that I didn’t need it. All it took was the brief thought that Ryder was sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for his cock like a good boy to make me wet enough to slip the shorter side inside me.

I gasped at how well it hit that perfect spot but didn’t stop until I had the harness tightened around my hips and the longer shaft slipped through the ring. I appraised my image in the mirror before I walked back out into the bedroom.

My short, silk robe was still thrown over my shoulders. Underneath it I’d chosen a lacy, black bra that cupped my tits and complimented the dildo and harness. I’d tried everything on once a week ago when it came in, but I hadn’t paused to consider what I looked like. Now, I stared at myself and the unfamiliar yet enticing view of me with a cock jutting from my hips.

I liked the way I looked and the way it made me feel.Powerful. That was the word I settled on when I appraised my reflection and how my body felt wearing this new pleasure-giving tool that I was eager to use.

Leaning forward, I double-checked my lipstick in the mirror and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I slipped the remote to the vibrator into my robe pocket. Excitement buzzed through me, but when my hand clasped the doorknob, a wave of nerves bombarded me.

Still, I tugged open the doors and found Ryder right where I left him. The moment he looked at me, all nerves washed away in one swift rush.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, eyes sweeping over me again and againlike he was so captivated by every part of me, he didn’t know where he wanted his attention to land.

With a smile, I took a few slow steps to him. “That’s the plan.”

His hands were tense, grasping his knees and showing off the impressive veins beneath his skin. He raised them as I got closer, but I shook my head.

“Don’t touch yet,” I instructed as I stepped between his spread thighs. His jaw tensed, but he dropped his hands back to his thighs. My instructions were only for him, though. I wanted to touch him as much as I could. Everywhere and anywhere.

His black hair was recently trimmed, so neat and perfectly styled after a day at work. But I wanted us both undone. I slipped my fingers through the silky strands and dragged them down the back of his head to the curve of his neck.

He stared at my face in awe and appreciation, but I caught him glancing down at the vibrator standing proudly between us. Beneath it, I could see the hard outline of his cock pressing against his pants. My pussy clenched in response around the toy, and my hands dropped onto his shoulders.

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