“Sure thing, Daddy.”I nod.
He grumbles but finally moves as Karen pulls him toward the door.“Don’t worry.We’ll have more fun without her.Remember when I…” She leans over, whispering something in his ear.
Whatever she says has Luis out the door and gone without another word.After the door slams, Vinnie doesn’t come out, and there’s not a single sound coming from my bedroom.
“Vinnie, you can come out.”
“Come here,” he calls out.“I want to show you something.”
I’m sure he does, and it’s probably about nine inches and hard as a rock.
As I step into the doorway, I see Vinnie still very naked and holding a pair of nipple clamps that were in my nightstand drawer.“What are these?”
“They’re nipple clamps.”I shrug.
“I know that.I mean, do you use them?”He stares at the shiny metal, his cock bobbing and waving at the very thought of those hugging my nipples.
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”I’m not ashamed.I use every toy I write about in my books.How can I describe the sensation something delivers without testing it out on myself first?
“Ever use them with anybody?”
I shake my head.
He motions for me to come to him, but I don’t move.“Come on, baby.Lemme rock your world.”
“We’re not fucking,” I tell him.I’m not ready to take that step with him.Not yet.
A wicked smile plays on his lips.“Who said anything about that?”He dangles the nipple clamps from his fingers.“I have an orgasm or two to repay and a drawer full of toys to make it happen.”
Fuck.This man’s going to be the death of me.
