How on earth had I gotten lucky enough to have a man like Nik swoop into my life and give me more than I’d ever dreamed possible?
Before I could speak, he crossed the room in three strides, hooked his hand in my hair, and crushed his mouth against mine. My back arched, my lips parting under the ruthless sweep of his tongue. He tasted like whiskey and impatience. We remained locked together like that for a few breathless moments, in a kiss meant to erase the last fifteen hours we’d been apart.
Finally, I pushed against his chest, panting. “I thought you said we were going out to Xyst tonight?”
“I don’t think I can share you in that dress,” he growled, dragging his gaze down my body as though he was imagining tearing it off me right here.
I pouted. “It took me hours to get ready.”
He kissed my forehead before he said in resignation, “We’re still going. The mayor needs to see I’m not intimidated by his little shutdown games. And Delgado needs to know you’re mine. I need to be seen with you on my arm.” His lips brushed my ear, and the timbre of his voice wrapped around me like smoke. “But first…I have something for you.”
The bag landed on the kitchen island with a quiet thud. Before I could even peek inside, Nik took my hands and placed them on the counter.
He bent me forward, pressing my back down until my cheek touched the cool marble. My heels struggled to find purchase as he kicked my stance wider, his body crowding mine.
Nik grabbed the hem of my dress, and in one smooth, unapologetic motion, he pulled it up over my hips. Then he yanked my lace panties down to my knees.
“What are you doing?” I yelped, my palms flattening on the marble as the cool air hit my bare skin.
“I told you,” he murmured behind me, “I have a gift for you.”
From the bag on the counter, he pulled out a small black velvet box and set it in front of me. His hand stayed heavy on my back as he flipped the lid.
My head tilted, my breath stalling as I tried to process what I was seeing. “Is that…?”
A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “Yes, Lacey. A diamond-studded butt plug to wear with your outfit tonight.”
I straightened so fast I bumped into him. “I—I don’t think so… I mean, I don’t think that’ll, you know…fit.”
Nik actually laughed, the bastard.
“Sweetheart, it will fit. And then”—he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear—“you’ll take my thick cock like a good girl.”
My heart thudded. This had been inevitable. The one line I’d held all week was about to vanish.
The girls at the club had talked about this of course—how plugs helped stretch you so it didn’t hurt. Some of them wore them for hours, even out in public. They’d often giggled about their collections of toys. And knowing Nik, a truckload of toys would arrive tomorrow, each one destined for him to try out on me.
His hands framed my face as his thumbs stroked my cheeks. “Wife, do you not trust me by now? Do you not understand that I know exactly what you can take?”
I nodded, barely.
His palm smacked my ass, hard enough to sting. “Then behave so we can move on to teaching you how to take me however I choose. It’s time you experienced the joy of anal, Lacey. You’ll be begging for it soon enough.”
Something in me eased at the quiet certainty in his voice, and I pressed my chest against the counter again, sliding forward a bit.
“That’s right,” he said softly, “trust me, my little lamb. Now reach back and spread those cheeks for me.”
I swallowed hard but obeyed, tugging my dress up higher and curling my fingers around my own flesh, pulling myself open. If humiliation was the point—having me bend over the counter with my legs spread and my most private places exposed—this was a success. My pulse roared in my ears.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him lift the diamond-encrusted plug from its box and retrieve a small tube from beside it. With aclickof the cap, he quickly coated the steel plug.
“You’re going to have a very special night, my little lamb.”
A thick, slippery liquid drizzled over the top of my crease, sliding down to my tightest place. I flinched at the coolness. His finger followed, tracing from my clenched ring to my slit. “Already wet and swollen. See? Your body wants this.”
A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.
“That’s it. Relax your mind.”
