Page 67 of S is for…

Laney had bared enough of her soul for tonight.She wasn’t going to say anything about this swell of emotion, or how connected she felt to him.

Maybe it wasn’t stupid, but it felt a little pathetic.

If she had said that to Peter, she was sure he would have said something smart, and emotionally insightful, about how it wasn’t pathetic to feel connected to someone in these circumstances.

Sick of her own thoughts, Laney sat back, her ass on his hard knees.She yelped, popping up, her butt registering a protest at any pressure against the still-smarting flesh.

Peter’s gaze heated, sliding down to her bare breasts.

“Baby, do you want to continue with our scene, or go get a drink?Choice is yours.”

“I want to scene, Sir.”

He studied her.“Because you think that’s what I want?”

“No, because I’m really, really horny.”

He grinned, then tumbled her off his lap onto the couch beside him.In less than thirty seconds, he had the robe unfastened.Laney lay sprawled beside him, completely naked.Peter grabbed one knee, spreading her legs and then bending to look at her pussy.She felt swollen and wet, and having him look at her was far more thrilling than embarrassing.

“I have to get a few things, but I’m going to make sure my naughty girl behaves while I’m gone.”

Laney reached for her breasts, thumbing her nipples.Peter grabbed her wrists, tsking.

“I’ll be good, Sir.”

“She says while being naughty.Brat.”He stood, moving the tea tray off a large ottoman.As he walked away into the darkness, he called back over his shoulder.“I want you on your knees, head down, ass up, legs spread.”

Laney slipped into position atop the ottoman, resting her cheek on her folded arms, her knees spread as wide as the piece of furniture would allow.

Peter wasn’t gone long, and when he returned, he crouched down beside her.He looked happy and smiled at her.

Her stupid heart leapt, convinced that expression meant he felt the same way she did—felt an emotional connection that was shockingly strong.

Before she could berate herself for wishful thinking, Peter’s smile changed.No longer a happy, cheerful smile, this was a smug Dom smile.She’d seen Masters and Doms look at other subs like that before, but no one had ever looked at Laney like this.

He held up his hand, showing off a silver butt plug.He turned it so she could see the pink heart-shaped rhinestone in the base.

“A pretty plug for my pretty submissive.”Peter held up his other hand.“With some ginger lube, because she’s also naughty.”

Laney’s eyes rounded.“Ginger lube!”

“Have you never had ginger lube used on you?”He stood.

“I have, I think.It’s been a while.”

“What about figging?Ever had a piece of ginger up your ass?”

“Yes.”

“And how did it feel?”

“It burned a little, Sir.”

“Mmm, good.”

She shivered, suppressing a moan.

“The heat will make it impossible for you to ignore the plug.And when I get back, if you’re a very good girl, I’ll take out the plug and wipe off the lube.”

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