Page 53 of Dance of Ruin

It’s not even in that deep, but we are officiallymilesinto uncharted waters. It feels like we’ve crossed a line I didn’t know I had.

And…I don’t hate it.

Ihatethat I don’t hate it.

“Good girl,” Nico murmurs.

The praise is more electrifying than the plug.

A creak behind me tells me he’s just lounged back in his chair. I tremble, feeling his eyeslockedon me—on my bare pussy, and my ass gripping the plug he’s just slipped inside.

I’m completely on display for him, and I’ve never felt sluttier.

…And that’s not necessarily the worst thing.

“Now,” he murmurs thoughtfully behind me. “I could use a drink. Whiskey. On the rocks.” I can hear his fingers tap-tap-tapping on the armrests of his chair.

I exhale shakily, pushing myself up, my face throbbing. The plug is still in there, snug and foreign and horribly erotic.

I slide off the desk onto trembling legs, unable to face him as I turn to start walking toward the cart.

“No, Naomi,” he murmurs darkly. The commanding tone instantly makes me stop.

“Crawl.”

I’m shaking as I get to my knees, my core on fire as the shift in position sends an electrical tremble radiating out from where the plug is stretching me. I crawl to the bar cart. Mercifully, he doesn’t comment when I stand to scoop ice from the silver bucket into a crystal tumbler and then add a few fingers of whiskey.

When I turn, glass in hand, Nico clears his throat.

“Again, crawl.”

I freeze.

How the fuck am I supposed to crawl and carry a full drink?

“Balance it on your back,” he says quietly, like he’s reading my thoughts.

I spin, silently looking at him. He returns my gaze, impassive, a brow lifted, waiting to see if I’ll argue.

I want to.

I really,reallywant to.

…I don’t.

Instead, I kneel. My hands shake slightly as I reach back awkwardly and set the glass on the small of my back.

It’sfreezing, and makes me gasp and flinch. But it stays put.

“Now crawl,” Nico says softly.

It’s slow going. I have to concentrate to keep my hips level, my back steady.

But I do it.

By the time I reach him, my muscles are trembling. But the glass is still in place.

Nico nods. “Good girl.”

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