Page 15 of Swallow Your Fear
He arched a thick brow. “That’s a biganswer.”
Stubbornly, I simply glared back. If he thought I couldn’t take whatever he doled out, he highly underestimated me. “You don’t think I can take it?”
He straightened, keeping my chin in between his fingers. “Maybe. But even with your confidence, you need to pick a safe word.”
“Who says you don’t need one, too?”
From the other side of the island, I heard a low whistle come from one of the guys.
The man before me chuckled again, pity in the sound. “Darlin’, it’s you I’m worried about.”
“Fine. Horse.” It was the first word that came to mind, but it didn’t matter what it was. I wouldn’t be using it.
He let me go. “You bring any toys?”
I blinked, the question taking me off guard. I nodded in response.
“Go get ‘em, then.”
Using the counter to pull myself up, I didn’t glance at Austin or Henley as I walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs. Once I was in the room I was staying in, I rifled through my luggage until I found my favorite vibrator. It was small, but the bullet had a lot of power, coming with multiple settings.
I made my way back downstairs, the vibrator gripped in my hand. When I reentered the kitchen, Austin and Henley were gone.
“Where’d they go?” I asked the guy where he still stood, but now he was leaning against the island.
“Wouldn’t want them to hear you, would you?”
I didn’t answer. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d mind, butsomething about this man told me he wouldn’t want to share.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
I started to lower back to the ground, but he shook his head, lifting his chin to the spot in front of him. “Right here.”
I walked over to him, slowly lowering myself back to the ground. The cold tile bit through my leggings to my knees, but it did nothing to cool the heat casting over every inch of my skin. This man was a stranger, someone I’d just barely met, and I didn’t even know his name. Yet, I was practically dripping through my leggings at the thrill of what might happen. I was single now, with no obligation to anyone. I could’ve said no, rejected the man in front of me, but my entire life had been a series of no’s. Today, it’d be yes.
He held his palm out, calluses littering his skin, and I set the toy in his hand. He knew exactly what he was doing as he clicked it on, the vibrator buzzing to life.
“What was it that you wanted from me?” he asked, knowing damn well what the answer was.
I adjusted my arms, pushing my boobs out a bit more so my v-neck showcased my cleavage. “Your name.”
He twisted the vibrator in his fingers, watching me. “And what did I say you had to do?”
“Beg.”
“And what aren’t you doing?”
My nostrils flared the slightest bit. It was obvious he wasn’t going to make this easy.
I leaned forward slightly. The bulge in his jeans was massive as it pressed up against the dark denim. Rather than using my hand, I stuck my tongue out, trailing it up thefabric. He stared down at me, our eyes locked as heat flickered in his gaze. Once I hit the top of the zipper, the tip of my tongue flicking past the button, I said, “Please tell me your name.”
He stared at me, likely judging if he should give in that easily, but of course, he was making me work for it. “Tongue out, Darlin’.”
I did, sticking it out as far as it would go. He clicked the vibrator up a speed, then pressed the silicone tip to my tongue. It tickled slightly, making my senses go on high alert.
He dragged it from the tip to the back, nearly hitting my gag reflex but stopping short, then brought it back to the tip. A few more passes, and he pulled it away, holding it in front of me. “Spit on it.”
I raised up a bit, letting my spit drip onto the toy.
