He laughs as he sets me on my bed. When did I lose my modesty? I’m naked. He at least took his shirt off, but his jeans are blocking the view of his impressive cock.
And yes, his shaft is larger than I expected. I’m a walking cliché.
“The prim and proper author is coming out of her shell.”
“Apparently.”
He taps my nose. “You’ll get nothing inside that pussy until we’re married.”
I gasp. “What?”
“You heard me, naughty girl. Nothing. Not even a finger. Not mine or yours. No vibrators. No inanimate objects of any sort. I told you this earlier. Did you forget?”
I’m frozen in place. He can’t order me not to touch myself. He might have glossed over this rule while he was negotiating with me, but I didn’t take it seriously. He also said he would be sleeping with me. But he has to go to work… He can’t keep me from masturbating with the biggest dildo I own while he’s out of the house.
He grips my chin again. “I can see that devious mind of yours at work. Hard rule, little pixie. Nothing goes in that cunt until we’re married. Are we clear?”
Somehow, I suspect he would know if I broke his rule. He’s doing that really intense thing again, holding my gaze. Waiting. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. And I like the way you’re so polite when I ask you a question. You know BDSM etiquette because you write it.”
I nod. I didn’t imagine ever living it, but here we are.
“Did I live up to your romance-book-boyfriend standards, baby?”
I sigh. “Yes. You exceeded every expectation I’ve ever had. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” He grins. “If you decide to cave and marry me before next Saturday, I’m good with that. Just say the word. We can stop at a jewelry store on Monday when we go to the city.”
I bite my bottom lip. I have no doubt he would. He’s fully in this. It’s apparently a genetic trait that runs in his family.
Brody pats my thigh. “Hands and knees, facing the headboard.”
I slowly spin around. My nerves are toast. I’m still not playing with a full deck from the two mind-blowing orgasms, and now he’s going to spank me. Apparently, on my hands and knees.
“Good girl.” He runs a hand up and down my back. “Sometimes I’ll spank you over my knees. Sometimes I’ll tuck a pillow under you. But tonight, I want you in this position so you can’t rub your nipples against anything while I swat your bottom. I want to see them sway. I want you to think about how hard your little tits are and how badly you wish you could rub them.”
I whimper. He’s so filthy. More than any hero I’ve written or read. I’m beginning to worry I’m going to have one of two problems when I sit at my desk to work on Tuesday morning. Either I’m going to be unable to write a single word because my world is tipped on its axis. Or I’m suddenly going to find my fingers flying across the keys, creating the naughtiest book I’ve ever conjured.
Coincidentally, I’m due to start a new book on Monday. I had intended for it to be in my suspense series. But now I’m feeling ideas percolating in another direction. I might find myself writing hucow.
Lord, have mercy.
What would I do with that? Use a new pen name? Maybe. Madness.
Brody reaches under me to cup one of my breasts. He gives it a squeeze and then drags his fingers down to pinch my nipple. His lips come to my back. “You’re intrigued by the idea of me milking you.”
Noises come out of me unbidden. Unintelligible. I sound needy. I’m purring like a cat in heat.
Brody switches to the other breast, grips the globe, drags his fingers down, and then squeezes my nipple over and over, tugging it downward as he does so. His lips come to my ear. “In about nine months, these will be full and dripping. You’ll get in this same position for me so I can take care of you.”
I purr again and tip my head back, the ridiculous sound sending me completely off-kilter.
Brody releases my nipple and moves a few inches farther down my body. “I’m only going to give you a taste of what it feels like to be spanked, Melody. Because I know you’re curious. But you need a safeword before we go down this path. If you decide you enjoy impact play or bondage, you need to have a safeword.”
I can’t think. “Red?”
He kisses the small of my back. “That’s always a good choice, little pixie. Ready?”
