Page 29 of Feast

“I like them,” she said cheerfully and lifted the light shift over her head. It settled into place around her hips, shielding her breasts from view, but the soft fabric made it clear she was bare under it. It was almost more enticing than seeing her bare.

“The package is empty,” he pointed out, taking a step back as she stood.

She lifted her sunglasses, nudging them to the top of her head, and sent him the sexy little smile that made his balls ache. “I know.”

Dazzled by the smile, by the way her tits were moving under her shirt and the possibilities of the rope and the lube, he stared into her dancing eyes. “Where is it?”

Her smile deepened, and she rose up on her toes to press her mouth to his. “In me, of course,” she purred, then dropped back to her feet and sashayed away.

6

Spence surveyed his work with a critical eye. “I think that’ll do. Comfortable?”

“Not exactly,” she said, but she didn’t sound mad about it.

She was bent over the foot of his bed with a double layer of bath towels under her hips, her wrists tied together and resting at the base of her spine, and her feet spread to the corners of the bed. They didn’t quite reach, but he’d used the ties on the bathrobes the hotel had thoughtfully provided to extend the rope far enough to have her ankles tethered firmly to the corners of the bed.

She still wore her bikini bottoms, and nothing else.

“Anything pinching, hurting, going numb?”

She wiggled her fingers. “Nope.”

He smacked the outside of her right thigh, thrilling to her shocked squeal. “What was that?”

“No, Daddy,” she corrected with a giggle and had him choking back a laugh.

“Better,” he allowed, and since it was there, smacked her other thigh. “Let me know if that changes, all right?”

“If what changes?” she asked, breathless, then, “Oh. Pinching, hurting, going numb.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praised and watched her wiggle in pleasure. “But you’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

She craned her neck to look back over her shoulder. “Oh, yes. I’ve been very, very bad.”

He laid a hand on her hip, toying with the string holding her bikini bottoms together. “Tell me how.”

“Um. I forget.”

He had to take a moment before he spoke, wanting to make sure he didn’t let out a laugh. “You wore a butt plug to the pool, didn’t you?”

“Oh right! Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice going mournful and apologetic. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m afraid sorry just isn’t good enough, baby girl. You’ll have to be punished.”

“Okay,” she said agreeably and wiggled her ass. “Will that happen soon?”

God, she was fun. “Soon enough,” he promised. “But let’s get this out of the way first.”

He reached for the strings on her right hip, pulling at the bow holding the fabric together. It gave way with barely a tug, the fabric drooping to reveal most of her right butt cheek. When he tugged the other knot free, the fabric slithered off her butt to hang between her thighs.

“Lift up,” he instructed and tugged the garment out from under her when she complied. Then he tossed it aside and took in the new view.

He’d known she had an amazing ass. He’d seen it in jeans and barely covered by the bathing suit, so he’d had a good idea of what he’d be facing when he finally got a look at the real deal. But his imagination hadn’t been able to do it justice. Round and full, soft and pale, and he couldn’t wait to turn it pink to match the little jeweled butt plug winking at him from between her spread cheeks.

“You dirty thing,” he murmured, and testing, tapped a finger on the glittery pink crystal. She didn’t moan, but her breath caught in her throat, and her asshole flexed, tugging the plug a fraction deeper before relaxing again.

He wondered what it would do when he spanked her.

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