Hard Limit
Page 40I sat down on one of the stools. “Good, I think.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You think? What does that mean?”
I shrugged. “It’s done. I guess I thought it was going to be more climactic. It was over in a matter of minutes. Just like that.” I snapped my fingers.
“That’s usually how it goes.”
“Good to know I didn’t miss anything, then.” I still couldn’t believe it was done. The extra zeros on my bank balance had made it a little more real, but the whole week still seemed like a dream. Maybe tomorrow I’d know what to think of it all.
Blake raked a hungry look over me, distracting my thoughts. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
I glanced down at my outfit and pursed my lips, feigning offense. “You don’t like it?”
He hooked a finger over the band of my pants, snapping them back. “Yoga pants and a little T-shirt? You look hot, but I doubt this will pass Alli’s bachelorette party dress code. I should be so lucky. What are you really wearing?”
I clucked my tongue. “Did you really think I was going to let you have final approval on my outfit?”
“I could always demand it.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
I shook my finger at him. “Uh-uh. You’ll have to wait and see.”
He glanced over the bag. “I was hoping to make one small addition to it, actually.”
I lifted an eyebrow. Intrigue fluttered through me. I liked Blake’s surprises. “Oh?”
“You could even call it a gift.”
“Is it sparkly?” I teased.
I came closer to get a better look. He opened it and revealed a clear plastic toy, with a faux diamond shimmering at the end.
I wrinkled my nose. “You bought me an anal plug. How romantic.”
He laughed loudly at that. “I thought so. You can wear it tonight. Then no matter how much fun you end up having without me, you’ll still be thinking of me.”
“A pain in my ass. How appropriate.”
His eyes narrowed. Curving a hand around my nape, he pulled me against his chest. His lips melded over mine. I moaned until, sucking my lip into his mouth, he bit down.
I yelped, flinching back. He brushed his thumb over the sore spot.
“Watch your mouth.”
I glared at him, but he only smirked.
“Come here.” He led me back to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted his lap.
No way was lodged somewhere in my throat, not able to emerge from my slightly swollen lips. Instead my legs moved me forward. I stopped in front of him and stood between his legs.
“You’re serious about this.”
He rubbed up the outsides of my thighs, massaging his path. “You’re going to be out in the city without me. Very likely drunk and dressed to kill. I don’t want you forgetting all about me.”
“How can I ever forget about you? You’re all I ever think about.” The sting of his earlier wound was forgotten, overwhelmed by the indisputable truth.
Satisfaction swirled in his eyes. “Now this will guarantee it.” He patted his knee, a reminder to comply.
“Yes, you can. It’s easy. It could be easier if I tied you up though. Would you like me to?”
Maybe.
Instead of testing his resolve, I lay over his lap. A slow moving hand slid up my thigh and traced the band of my pants. Swiftly he moved them down with my panties, baring my ass and upper thighs. I tried to breathe normally. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of my embarrassment, but it was almost impossible to control myself. I heard the unromantic squirt of lube. I braced myself, flinching when his hand came down on my ass with a light slap.
“You have a pretty little ass. I’m so enamored with your tits, I might be neglecting it a bit.”
I closed my eyes. “I have a feeling that’s not going to be a problem soon.”
“I have a feeling you’re right,” he said without humor as he spread my cheeks.
My teeth came down onto my sore lip when one well-lubricated finger breached me. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this. I took a deep breath and tried to think of something else.
A merry-go-round. The Wizard of Oz.
Anything but the pressure of the cool plug slowly making its way into my body. I tensed, squirming away when it probed deeper.
“Stay still.”
I gripped the comforter. When Blake had shown me the toy, it looked small enough. Sparkly and innocent. Cute almost, much like the fashion accessory he pretended it was. Now it felt enormous in the narrow passage trying to accommodate it.
I sucked in sharp breath. “It’s too much, I can’t.”
“Almost there, baby.”
My face heated, and I almost cried out when the widest part cleared and relief swept over me. I relaxed, tension leaving my body. Thank God that was over.
I tensed around it, noting the pressure in my pussy. “I feel full.”
“Perfect.”
He patted my ass again and slid my pants back up. I stood up awkwardly, coming to terms with my new accessory.
I sighed, resigned to my fate. “Do you have any more presents for me before I go?” My words were a mix of sarcasm and distant hope. Maybe I could get an orgasm for the road.
He seemed to read the dark thought. A growl hummed from his chest and he pulled us down to the bed. I rested over his chest and kissed him softly. He pushed my hair away from my eyes.
“Be careful tonight. Don’t do anything crazy.”
“I know you think I’m unpredictable, but I’m not the crazy one in this crew.”
“I know. Don’t get too drunk, because I need you conscious for what I have planned tonight.” His eyes glimmered with unspoken thoughts.
I bit my lip and swiveled my hips, trying to connect my clit with his thigh. He was already hard beneath me. “Can I get an advance?”
“I want nothing more than to have you stay and play, but Alli has her plans. She’ll come barging over here if I don’t give you up.”
On cue, my phone dinged with a text. It was Alli, requesting the shoes I’d borrowed for the club the other night. I got up and searched for them in the closet, acutely aware of the plug with every casual movement.
“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this all night.” Desire was already pooling in my belly. I wasn’t anywhere near drunk or debauched, and my skin was prickling with awareness.