Page 16 of His Christmas Wife

“Such as your nipples and clit.”

“I didn’t ask.”

As he chuckled, she scowled at him, then back at the awful, wicked-looking toy. “This one is a hell no.” For a moment, the wordSirhovered on the edge of her tongue, but she refused to speak it aloud.

“Anytime you would like to test my hypothesis, I’m available.”

“Maybe when the cow jumps over the moon.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You might be surprised.”

“Maybe.” But she wasn’t likely to find out since she had no intention of taking him up on the offer tonight, and this was the one and only time they would be together.

“Continue when you’re ready.”

She shuddered as she pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. Then she followed it with electrical tape. Next was a blindfold. At the very bottom lay a pair of metal handcuffs and a teardrop-shaped plug.

When the bag was empty, she surveyed the desktop. Most of his toys excited her in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

With an exhalation, she looked at him. He was focused on her, intently studying her every reaction.

“Now unwrap your present.”

After she did so, she looked to him for further guidance.

“Lady’s choice.”

“Meaning?”

“Select whatever you’d like to use. Feel free to put everything else back.”

No one had ever approached a scene this way before, giving her a tremendous amount of control but within well-defined parameters.

Hastily she returned the clamps.

He grinned. “Are they too much for you?”

“For tonight.” It was so much more than that. The idea of him toying with her nipples, teasing them, elongating them, then adjusting the tension seemed far too intimate.

She also put back the plug.

“Objections to that?”

“In general, no. I’ve used them before and am comfortable with anal play, as long as the timing is right.” Once she’d laid out the toys she wanted to play with—her handcuffs, the flogger, and the paddle—she stepped aside while he moved in to have a look.

“Excellent choices.”

Would he have been this approving no matter what she’d decided on?

“Why these?”

Of course he’d ask that. “My handcuffs because they won’t chafe my skin.”

He nodded.

“And the paddle because of its thuddy, dull impact. And the flogger is just beautiful with its thick strands.”

“You’d like to use them all?”

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