Page 105 of Puck Your Friend

She tries to hide her growing desire, but her body keeps giving her away, the flush rising in her chest, the way she presses her thighs together like she’s stretching. The heat symptoms are coming on, and soon she’ll be in pain if I don’t step in. I wanted to wait until the room was done, but now might be the best time. I’ll let her decide.

Leaning over, I drag my hand down her shin and kiss her forehead. “I’ll be right back. I have a surprise. Stay put.”

“You have me curious, but okay.” She rolls onto her side to watch me leave.

In my room, I grab the box wrapped in matte black paper off the top shelf of my closet. My pulse quickens as soon as it’s in my hands. I grip the box tighter. This isn’t just a gift, it’s a part of me I’ve never let anyone see. If she doesn’t like it, if this is too much… I’ll deal. But fuck, I hope she wants it.

When I return, her brows lift. She sits up straighter, legs tucked beneath her, gaze fixed on the box.

Her fingers brush mine when she takes it. The weight catches her off guard, and her arms drop. “What’s this?”

I kneel in front of the bed, forcing myself not to rush. “A little something for you… and maybe us. For those secret drawers under the bed.”

She peels the paper back slow. Her fingers pause on the lid. She glances at me.

I nod.

She lifts it.

Her brown eyes widen.

Inside, everything’s arranged in red satin-lined compartments: cuffs, two knotted dildos, a sapphire plug, an anal egg vibrator, a magic wand, dice, a card game, three lube samples, and a book of orgy positions for an Omega and their Alphas.

She doesn’t speak as she takes it in, one item at a time. Her fingers trail over the cuffs.

My heart kicks. I’ve been wanting this. Light BDSM and the trust that can come from it. I’ve seen the way she watches me when I’ve got her pinned during one of the hard fucks she likes. There’s always a look that says she might want more. At least, I hope that’s true.

I’ve read so much about BDSM, but it’s been a fantasy, until now. If she’s open to it.

Her fingers trail over the cuffs again. I hold my breath.

Then she meets my gaze. “This is amazing. I want to try it all and I want you to be with me first in the new nest bed.” “She picks up the card deck, turns it slow in her hand, then looks up at me. “Maybe we start with a game.”

I sit beside her, heart still climbing. Leaning back on my arms, I can’t keep the grin off my face. “I’m down. If we like it, there’s an expansion with some really kinky stuff a full pack can do together.”

Her eyes glint at that, and she smirks. “That could be fun.”

She turns the card box in her hand and reads the back. “Start fully clothed. Take turns. Obey the card. First to be naked loses. But we can keep going until the deck runs out. 2-6 players.”

Frankie shuffles. “Ready to lose?”

I lean back. “We’ll see about that.”

She draws first. “Lap-sit for one full minute.”She sets the deck between us and moves to straddle my thighs. Her ass fits perfectly over my groin. She leans in, daring me to move.

I set a minute timer on my phone. Then my hands slide to her hips. “You’re really gonna act like this doesn’t affect you?”

Her head shakes and she grins. “Not even a little.”

Brown sugar and vanilla, ripe with need, grows stronger between us. She’s lying, but I’ll let her have it.

The timer goes off, making her jump, but she moves back onto the bed.

I draw the next. “Kiss for three minutes.” I set another timer before I pull her back to me.

She doesn’t wait. Her mouth brushes mine, then catches my bottom lip with a slow pull. I don’t let it stay soft. I grip the back of her neck and kiss her hard. Her breath hitches when I swipe into her mouth. A moan slips from her throat. Our tongues press and slide, each trying to take control. She nips at my lip, then does it again, harder. I nip back, and something in her snaps. Her hands fist in my shirt. She grinds down and the heat between us spikes. I groan into her mouth, already gone. The alarm goes off. I pull back, dazed. That went by far faster than I thought it would.

Frankie licks her lips. Looks like it hit her the same way. Crawling back to her spot, she draws next. “Remove one item.”

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