“As punishment, you can wear that plug for the rest of the day. I’m going to keep you naked and make you bend over and show it to me every thirty minutes.”
At his words, I freeze, then clench my ass.
“You forgot about it again, didn’t you?” He laughs.
“I did not,” I try to lie.
“Next time, I’ll use a bigger one, so you don’t forget it’s inside of you,” he threatens with a smile.
“Definitely not,” I protest, suddenly very, very aware of the plug sitting inside of my ass.
“I wasn’t asking permission, Little Bird,” he growls, reminding me what I’ve agreed to. That I’m his to use as he pleases.
The sun quickly warms our wet skin, drying the pool water and leaving me relaxed and sleepy. I must fall asleep again, because the sun is starting to dip low in the sky by the time I wake up, still naked, on top of Sebastian beside the pool.
“Time to wake up. I made us reservations at that Thai place you like.”
“Urgh, I don’t know why I’m so tired,” I say on a yawn, rubbing my eyes as I struggle to fully wake up.
“Are you pregnant?” he asks, nonchalantly.
“No,” I scoff. “I take my pill, and I know you’re not crazy enough to pull an Evan.”
“He had Sammy’s IUD removed. I can hardly do that when you don’t have an IUD,” Sebastian says. “But the pill isn’t one hundred percent effective.”
“I’m not pregnant,” I snap, trying to remember if I took my pill today, and calming a little when I remember that I did.
“It wouldn’t be a bad thing. Sammy’s due soon. The guys and I have always planned to raise our kids together.”
“I haven’t even finished school yet. I’m only twenty, we have plenty of time,” I snap, not wanting to discuss having a baby right now.
“Let’s go and get ready. Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you up to the shower?” he asks, on a soft chuckle.
“I wouldn’t hate to be carried, but not over your shoulder.”
Laughing, he twists me into a bridal hold and stands, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Both of us are completely naked, but he doesn’t rush, striding confidently through the house and up to our bedroom, only putting me down when he can place me on the counter in the bathroom.
“Shower or bath?” he asks.
“Shower, I’m already too sleepy for a bath.”
Nodding, he turns the shower on, and steam immediately starts to fill the room. When we designed the bathroom, Sebastian had the contractor put in a huge shower with two rainfall showerheads, so we can either shower together or apart.
Today he places me under one showerhead, while he takes the other, concentrating on getting ourselves clean and not dirtying each other back up again.
“I need to take out the plug,” I say as I run conditioner through my hair.
“No,” he says simply.
“Sebastian, I’m not leaving the house with a fucking butt plug in my ass,” I snap.
“I’ll cancel our reservation and ask Armand to prepare dinner for us instead,” he says, not blinking or relenting.
“We’re not doing anal tonight, Sebastian, I’m sore,” I say, trying a new tactic.
“If I decide to fuck you, you’ll spread your legs and take it,” he says coolly, his eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a determined line.
I know it shouldn’t, but his tone, the rigidity of his body, and the way he’s reminding me that I’m his to do with what he pleases send scorches of heat racing through me, culminating in a ball of need firmly between my thighs.
