Page 110 of Taste of Addiction

“I’ll be safe,” I promise.

“You better be,” he snaps. “No crazy skits. No running away. No dodging your security detail.”

“You probably will have a full army watching over me.”

“Pretty much.” He shrugs, not even trying to look apologetic. “And no flirting.”

“I can’t promise you that last one.”

“Angie?” he growls.

“Flirting is definitely in the eye of the beholder. I cannot be responsible for other people’s free will, Graham. But, I can promise not to bump and grind with any dicks on the dance floor. You’re welcome.”

He shakes his head at my taunting and flies around to my side of the table to bend down and kiss my lips. Yum.

Who needs to flirt with a rando at a bar when I have this man waiting in the wings?

He pulls me up from my seat and removes my coat with ease. I gasp at how fast he has his hands up the back of my dress and my bra flinging off behind me to the concrete ground. The air hits my bare ass cheeks, and I squeeze them together as his hands slide down my back.

Graham nibbles at my ear. “I bet I can make you come undone faster than you ever thought possible. You just have to trust me.” He runs his finger along my crack—from top to bottom. “Relax your muscles.”

I hesitate. I overthink.

“Do it, Angie,” he says, smacking my cheek lightly.

The sting feels good, warming my area. I try my best to let go of the tension I am holding in my body. When I relax enough to suit him, he picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. My dress bunches around my midsection, completely exposing my ass to the night’s air—and anyone trying to sneak a look. My nipples harden under the thin layer of my dress, no longer having the protection that my bra once afforded.

With one arm braced under my ass, his other moves beside us, making me look down. He fishes out a tiny bottle of lube from his pocket and brings it up to his mouth. Biting down on the cap, he removes it and spits it out into the air. The sound of the tiny piece of plastic hitting the ground and rolling distracts me for a few seconds while he removes the safety seal with his teeth. He looks savage.

I clutch onto him as if he is my lifeline, even despite him being the one to soon administer some pain in my backside. I assume it is going to hurt. I have read enough magazine articles and heard enough stories to know that this is going to be unpleasant. It has to be, right? In theory and all. It just seems very unnatural to me and makes me wonder why he would want to do this in the first place.

It is just a toy.

A simple, harmless toy.

Graham squirts a generous amount of the product onto the bulb part of the plug with one hand, coating it all over with his palm. I bury my face into the side of his neck. I feel like a broken bird being rescued by my hero, but then also getting my wings torn off at the same time. It seems so contradictory.

“If you do not like this at all and want to stop, we will. I may be a bossy son of a bitch, but you definitely have a choice. Okay, Angie?”

I nod.

“But if you trust me and give me a chance, I will make you feel so good, baby. Just give me a chance.”

“Okay.”

“Take a deep breath and let it go.”

I inhale until my lungs are at max capacity and then exhale.

“Keep doing that and relax. This will feel foreign. But just keep breathing through and give yourself time to adjust. Then I will make you feel amazing.”

I focus on my breathing and stare out at the twinkling lights of the city. I feel the cold bulb at my back entrance and tense up involuntarily. Graham runs it up and down my slit until I stop clenching as much. He then presses it gently against my opening and pushes it in.

It is cold and uncomfortable—but not as horrible as my mind told me it would be. I think the angle helps and the fact that my legs are spread around Graham’s waist, naturally opening me up.

“It’s not going to get lost, is it?”

“No, Angie. You are safe.”

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