Page 41 of Lavender and Lightning

Rhett turns onto his side to face me, and I frown at the stress that wrinkles his forehead. “As good as can be expected, considering everything. I’m going to try to get her to agree to personal security. I’d feel better if someone was watching her back when we can’t.”

“Just go easy, okay? Honey over vinegar,” I remind him.

We’d talked about his frustrations with Lydia’s independent streak, and while I know that he’ll never be able to shut down his protective instincts, he’ll do better to consider Lydia’s feelings from now on. Rhett sighs and nods, and I scoot closer until my head rests against his bicep. I can still feel the tension in his body, smell the leather in his scent.

“Besides, if you don’t, then I’ll tell her all about those baby photos Sarah showed me on our last visit,” I tease, running my fingers over his pecs.

I try not to laugh outright as Rhett growls. Like taking candy from a baby.

“You really want to learn another lesson, my pet?” he purrs in my ear, hand coming down to wrap around my wrist.

I hum like I’m considering his threat carefully. There’s only a little soreness left from last night, and I can tell Rhett needs an outlet. He hasn’t been able to play with Lydia since the accident, not in the way that they both truly enjoy.

“If you’re up for it, old man. Don’t want to wear you out,” I say with mock thoughtfulness in my voice.

Rhett snarls, and I hide my smirk as best as I can. He isn’t that much older than I am, only two years separating us, but it’s still an easy way to rile him. Rhett finds my other wrist and yanks them up above my head, holding them down with one of his. I can feel the coarse hair of his leg against mine, the rising length of him against my hip. I stare up into that crystal blue gaze defiantly.

“Safe words?” he demands.

“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, sir.”

The words are a reflex, so deeply ingrained in my mind that I can always recall them, even when I’m lost in sub space. Rhett’s mouth twists in a little grin, and I try not to shiver. The gleam in his eye should terrify me, but all I feel is warm arousal coiling in my gut.

“Do you have to work today?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.

“Covering for Mackenzie at The Valencia. Couple of hours while she has a doctor’s appointment,” I reply.

“Good to know. Hope you weren’t planning on sitting down.”

My mouth goes dry, and I suck in a sharp breath, only to have the air knocked out of my lungs when Rhett’s lips slam into mine. I can’t hold back the shiver that runs the length of my spine as I taste the heady whiskey flavor of his tongue as it presses forward, dominating and demanding. I try to fight it, but his kiss is a force of nature. By the time he pulls away, I’m dizzy with want, my cock already hard against my stomach. Rhett stands, and I want to chase him, to pull him back down, but as I try to move, I realize he used my momentary distraction to slip a loop of rope around my wrists and bind me to the headboard.

Rhett chuckles as I turn my affronted stare on him. I wriggle a little, mostly for show, as he pulls the covers away, leaving us both bare. He lazily climbs out of bed and stretches, and I admire the way his muscles flex down his back to a truly delicious ass. He strolls away toward the bathroom, and I’m left trussed up and bewildered while Rhett heeds nature’s call and freshens himself up.

I look back up at my wrists and pull experimentally. If I really wanted to, I could get free. That’s just how Rhett plays. And the notion grows more and more tempting the longer I’m left alone and horny on the bed.

“If I come out there and you’re not exactly where I left you, you’re getting double,” Rhett calls.

“Double what?” I toss back, half considering challenging him just for the fun of it.

“Isn’t that the million-dollar question, pet?”

I freeze and consider my options. My eyes dart over to the chest of drawers in the corner that serves as Rhett’s toy box, and my mind races through all the various implements I know are inside. He said that I shouldn’t expect to sit today, so it could be the flogger, or the crop. Maybe even the cane. I could take double of the flogger, but the crop and cane would be a challenge. But where would we be starting at?

“Seeing your bratty little head turning over all the possibilities is so entertaining.”

My head snaps around to find Rhett leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, still naked. His arms are crossed over his chest, and I run my eyes from his feet, up his sculpted legs, over the Celtic knot tattoo on his right thigh, and finally landing on his cock. It’s only half hard, but the size of it still makes my mouth water.

Rhett laughs low and dark. “Greedy little pain slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. But only for you,” I return, not even aware of what I’m saying while my mind is still running through the possibilities.

“Just for me? What about your Domina?”

I swallow at the mention of Lex, cock twitching. “Her, too.”

Because she could push me to places I didn’t even know existed before. Lex and I crossed all my previous lines, discovering new and exciting ways to please each other. I love playing with Rhett, but fucking Lex, or getting fucked by Lex, depending on her mood, is a horse of an entirely different color.

Rhett turns his back on me as he strolls over to his toy box, and I try to glimpse what he could be grabbing, but his body blocks my view. I settle back with a huff, which earns me a warning growl. Good.

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