Page 52 of Rust the Rejected
“Now that we handled the details for our new home, I will fulfill my promise to teach you to communicate better and to trust me. I told you I know just what you need. Tonight, I will show you, Little Girl.”
CHAPTER18
Rust
“What’s all this?”
My fated mate stops and stares at the gift boxes on our bed as she adjusts the towel wrapped around her freshly showered body. She approaches the bed. Her fingertips glide over the glossy black wrapping paper and matching bows. Her eyebrow arches as she glances at me over her shoulder.
I cross the floor and plant a kiss on the bare flesh as an arm bands around her waist. The other hand tugs the towel. It drapes down her body. I cup a full tit and brush the pebbled nipple with my thumb. She moans, and I tweak the sensitive bud.
“Gifts for you, Little Girl.”
I skim my fingers down the flat plane of her belly and cup her bare mons. My fingers delve between her wet folds to tease her swollen clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder as her hips gyrate. She bleats when my fingers spank her pussy.
“Be still. Now, open them.”
I step away to watch her reaction to the erotic presents. My erect cock throbs in anticipation beneath my black leathers. I stroke the bulge languidly. Soon it will fill her wet warmth.
She touches each box, then decides on the smallest one. The bow slips free to the floor, followed by the discarded wrapping paper. The top lifts. She pushes the black tissue paper aside. Her eyes widen as she holds up the strands of pearls and black silk ribbons to her throat.
“Oh, Rust! This is gorgeous! Thank you, my love!” She gushes as she turns to me with a bright smile.
I chuckle and shake my head as I take the pearls from her hand.
“You’re welcome. But the piece is not a necklace. Here, I will put it on you properly. Widen your stance.”
She frowns but does as I command.
Standing behind her, I loosen the silk bows and slide the portion shaped like a triangle between her thighs and hold it to her mons. The double strand of pearls slips between her ass cheeks. She gasps as they glide along both sides of her clit and stroke her back entrance—which I will claim soon. I re-tie the bows at her hips.
“That’s how you wear your pearl thong, Little Girl,” I say in a voice roughened with carnal lust. Then slap each ass cheek. I groan as they jiggle enticingly. I add two more for sheer pleasure. She mewls and shimmies her hips.
“Next gift, Little Girl.”
She takes a deep breath. A startled gasp slips from her parted lips as the pearls work their magic. Wide eyes peek at me over her shoulder as she hesitates.
I reach over and spank her ass in quick succession.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it naughty girl,” I admonish.
“Y—Yes, Rust,” she stutters.
“We will discuss more details in a moment. But you will call me Sir when we play—not Rust. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her cheeks flush crimson as she bites her lower lip.
Fuck. Me.
My cock leaks with pre-cum.
She turns to the bed and surveys the gift boxes. The rectangular one catches her eye. She removes the ribbon and top. A pair of six-inch, black marabou mules emerge. She blinks.
“Uh, Sir, they’re fabulous. But I’ve never worn heels so high.”
I take the mules and crouch before her. A tap to her calf, and she lifts her foot. I slip one on, then repeat for the other. I press kisses to her thighs, mons, belly, and to each nipple as I rise. Now, she stands three inches shorter than me. My erect cock nudges her lower belly. Perfect. As I expected.
