And that scares me most of all.
I sink back into the couch, wanting to pull the cashmere throw over my head.
Honey waves as if clearing the air. “Enough of all this. You have a date tonight. I have two hours before my shift. So we’re going to get you ready. Hair, makeup, nails. The works.”
“Okay,” I agree weakly. I may as well do something to take my mind off my aching pussy.
Jaeger shows up right as my friends are leaving. By then, I’m desperate and holding myself together with fraying threads. The sun is sinking, filling the penthouse with golden light.
I hear Angel and Honey greet him at the door and his rumbling reply. Then it shuts, and there’s only the sound of him heading my way. Finally.
I’m on the bed, already dolled up. I put on the dress so they could do my makeup and hair. Honey did something called an “airbrush” effect. Angel even put makeup on my arms, because apparently that’s something people do when their dress is sleeveless. I’m afraid to move in case I mess up all their hard work.
He stops in the doorway, cast in shadow.
My breath comes faster at the sight of him. My pussy is dripping, soaking the gusset of my panties, and my nipples are swollen, ripe berries begging to be plucked.
He’s got me trained. I’m on a hair-trigger, ready for him to fuck me. I need him. Sitting all day, waiting for him to come back and finish what he started, was torture.
I hold out my arms as if to say, “Well?” I’m primped and polished, all for him. I’d give anything to throw this dress off and put my hands between my legs. Even the satiny lining of the dress is too much stimulation.
Then he walks into the room, into the light, and I almost cum from the sight. He’s in a tuxedo, all white, the exact color of my dress. The pristine color draws attention to the perfect symmetry of his face and the dark ink peeking out from under his cuffs and collar.
“You look beautiful, bunny,” he says gruffly. Then he takes in my stunned reaction. “Do you like what you see?”
I’m still speechless, so I nod. There’s something about the sophisticated trappings of a suit that enhances the feral quality of his long hair and tattoos. He looks elegant and dangerous. More dangerous because of the refined pretense.
Jaeger can be gentle, but he’s not a gentleman. An appeal to chivalry won’t save me.
He says he loves me, but I can’t underestimate him.
“So beautiful.” He extends a finger and brushes a curl from the side of my face. “Hmmm.” His eyes narrow as he takes in my heavy makeup. Honey was going to repaint my face with fake freckles after she coated the real ones with concealer, but I wouldn’t let her.
“You’re only missing one thing.” Planting a hand on my chest, he presses me back to the bed. I lie down, watching him warily. The last time he did this to me, he left me on edge and wanting.
What is he going to do now? My heart is rioting in my chest, but I lie still because I want to know what happens next.
He pulls something from his pocket and slides the silk folds of the dress up to my waist. I make a noise of protest, and he shushes me.
“These are for you.” He shows me two silver balls. They’re the size of large marbles, and they knock together in his palm with a clunking sound.
My question of what I’ll do with them dies when he eases aside my thong and sets one of them at my entrance. He holds my gaze, the dark of his pupil swallowing the blue as he inserts the balls inside me. As wet as I am, they side in easily. They’re heavier than they look and rub against my sensitive inner walls with their delicious weight.
“You must clench around them to keep them in.” He runs a thumb up my seam, and I clench down, only to moan when the movement makes the balls move inside me. “If you drop one…” He leaves the threat hanging.
“Why?” I gasp as the balls roll forward, stimulating me deeply.
“I want you like this. Wet and needy for me.”
I’m shaking my head. The balls stimulate but don’t satisfy me. They’re not large enough. They’re only enough to tease me. “I can’t do this.”
“You can. You will.” Jaeger helps me sit up on the edge of the bed and straightens my lovely dress. He touches my chin, tipping my head back. “You must.”
I pant, overcome.
He turns my head this way and that, studying my face. “Hmm,” he peers at my cheeks. “There is one more thing I require.”
He runs a thumb over my cheek, and I pull away.
