Page 62 of The Promises We Break

“Hey.” She exits her car, shutting her door behind her.

“Hey.” I smile, because I can’t not smile.

“You okay?” she asks, because she’s gotten to know me far better than I ever expected.

“Perfect, now.” I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and pull her lips to mine. Her touch abolishes the stress, the worry, the anxiety. It evaporates everything except my desire for her and the smile behind my kiss.

Everything is perfect now.

“Good, because I met with the wholesale vendor for all the… products, err—accessories,” a hint of uncertainty in her voice and a furrow in her brow as she tries to find the proper word to describe sex toys, “to purchase for the club, and I have a ton of questions.”

She pops the trunk, and I peer inside to see a huge box of different styles of sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, whips, cuffs. An array of colors, textures, and designs.

My brows take up all the space on my forehead, and I’m quite speechless.

“The construction will be finished by the end of next week. I’ll need to tell her what we need for each room by then.”

Speechless no more.

“Well, looks like we have some homework, little red.”

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“What the hell is this?” Ember asks with more excitement than I’ve ever seen. I barely placed the box on the bed before she opened the top and pulled out an all black, rubber toy with about a half foot of ropey looking balls over its length and a really stretchy circular section at the top.

My eyes bulge out of my head at the realization that it’s a scorpion tail cock ring.

She’s whipping it around, placing the length of it through the cock ring and pulling it together like it’s some kind of rubber rope tie.

She’s so focused she doesn’t realize she’s eyeing the damn thing like a Rubix cube, and her tongue is slightly peering out over her bottom lip; she bites on it as deep as she’s concentrating.

I chuckle to myself, palming my face.

I realize instantly the rubber texture is deceiving when it hits the back side of my hand and whips the other side of my face, before it hits the floor with a thud.

“Please tell me that slipped and you didn’t throw a sex toy at my face.” I look at her completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t laugh at me.” There’s a shy smile behind her accusation.

I hold my hands out. “No, God, no. I’m laughing because you probably think that toy is for you.” I point at it, still taking its place on the floor, where it probably belongs. Well, there or in the furthest depths of hell, I haven’t decided yet.

She eyes it with a furrow in her brow as she tries to consider what else it could be for.

I bend down and grab it by the tail, my attempt to alpha this device into submission, which is not possible considering what it could do to me.

“This,” I pull on the circle section and stretch it wide, “is a cock ring. It goes around the man’s cock and over the balls to restrict blood flow.”

“Oh my god, wouldn’t that hurt? Why would you do that?”

I chuckle. “I wouldn’t do that. You would do that… to me.” She pulls her bottom lip into between her teeth.

“And this…” holding the cock ring in place, I pull the tail back and under, “would go… well, up the butt. My butt.” I hit the button at the base of the tail and the damn thing starts vibrating. Of course it vibrates.

She releases that damn gorgeous lip she was biting and it forms a small “O”.

“Have you ever, um…”

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