“If you make me wear this plug out to dinner, then I’m wearing a dress and no panties,” I threaten.
“Make sure it’s short enough that I can see the jewel on the end twinkling,” he says, calling my bluff.
Annoyed, I wash the conditioner from my hair, then turn off the water, hoping that Sebastian isn’t finished as I grab a towel and march into the bedroom. Scrubbing the water roughly from my skin, I lean forward to dry my legs and feel the pull as the plug moves inside of me.
I’ve been so scared of the prospect of anal that I’m starting to understand that I’ve been missing out on how strangely good it feels to be walking around with something…up there. It’s foreign and unexpected, but I definitely don’t hate it. It makes me wonder if I’ll enjoy him fucking my ass. Bunny is openabout how much she loves it, and I know that both Sammy and even January have confessed that they enjoy experimenting with some ass play too.
Once I’m dry, I wrap the towel around my hair and walk into the closet, wishing for the first time in a while that I’d let Sebastian buy me a closet full of dresses instead of insisting that I’d never wear them. Scanning the rails, I spot a black dress that I picked the last time the personal shoppers that Hunter arranged for Bunny, but that we all adopted, visited. I fell in love with it when I saw it, but I’ve never worn it. Lifting it from the hanger, I pull the tag off, then slip it on, smoothing the black satin down my body.
Striding naked, his dick swinging between his thighs into the closet, Sebastian lurches to a stop when he sees me, his eyes running over the fabric that’s clinging to my nonexistent curves.
“I wondered if you were ever going to wear that dress.”
“I needed something to distract me from the fact that if I tilt wrong, everyone is going to get an eyeful of the fucking plug up my ass,” I sass, reaching back to check the dress actually covers everything.
“I’ll make sure to bring some bail cash out with us,” Sebastian snarks, his lips twisted into an amused smirk. “Turn around and bend over.”
“What? No.”
“I’m not asking, Starling,” he says, his tone turning from playful to steely in an instant.
Slowly turning until my back is to him, I keep my hands over my butt, then lean forward a few inches.
“Move your hands, Little Whore. I want to see how far I’ll need to bend you over to get an eyeful.”
Slowly, letting my hands fall to my sides, I tilt a little further forward, feeling cool air hit my pussy as it’s exposed.
Scoffing, Sebastian exhales audibly. “I’ll bring a lot of bail money.”
Despite the dress, the plug, and our new dynamic, we’re both smiling when we climb into the car and pull onto the street. The Thai restaurant is called The Mango Monkey, and the moment we’re seated at our table, I order a lychee daiquiri that comes with almost as much adornment hanging from the glass as it does drink.
By the time we’ve eaten baked scallops with pomelo, Tom Yum Goong soup, drunken noodles, and fried snapper with bok choy, I’m stuffed and ready for bed.
“Thank you for booking this, this was amazing,” I tell Sebastian, reaching over the table for his hand.
“You’re welcome, Little Bird. Shall I get the check?”
“Yes, I couldn’t eat another thing.”
I let Sebastian guide me out of my seat and into his lap while he gets the waiter’s attention and asks for the check.
“I love you,” he whispers into my neck, pressing a kiss to a spot just below my ear.
“I love you too.”
“What shall we do this weekend?”
“It’s Sammy’s baby shower tomorrow. Did you forget?” I ask.
“Urgh, I was hoping we could stay in bed all weekend. I’ve missed you this week.”
“You have a job now, you’ll have to get used to being busy,” I tell him.
“Or I could quit and become a full-time house husband.”
“We have a cleaner who comes in twice a week, and now a chef. What exactly would your job be as a house husband?” I ask on a giggle.
“Keeping you in line is a full-time job,” he says, straight-faced.
