“I have a healthy libido.” And a lot of friends who have exciting sex lives.
“Do you have a personal favorite?” Flip drags a finger along the edge of the bodice, over the swell of my breast.
“Um.” I survey my toys. “This one.” I hold up my clit sucker. Man, does it ever make my life easier and my wrist less tired.
His grin turns downright devilish. “We should put it to good use tonight.”
A full-body shiver runs through me. “I would really love that.”
His tongue sweeps out to wet his bottom lip. “Anything here you haven’t used but would like to?”
I set the clit sucker aside, summon my inner Arwen, and pick up the last item I pulled out of the drawer.
Flip’s fingers flex against my hip, eyes darkening. “Are those for me or you?”
“Me,” I whisper.
His nostrils flare and he pushes my hair over my shoulders. “What’s the fantasy associated with these?”
A hot shiver of excitement works its way down my spine, and a flush of embarrassment settles in my cheeks.
He skims one with a gentle finger. “Talk to me, kitten. Tell me what’s making you blush so sweetly.”
I can do this. I can ask for Flip to fulfill the fantasy. “There’s a movie from when I was young.”
“How young?”
“Like a kid. Animated. I’m sure even you’ve seen it. Where the princess is captured by the villain, and then he chains her and forces her to serve him.”
“This is a kids’ movie?” Flip looks doubtful.
“The hero saves her from the villain.”
“Do you want me to be the hero or the villain?”
“The villain,” I whisper.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” A devilish grin turns up the corner of his mouth. His fingers slide into my hair, curling in the strands. He tugs gently, tipping my head back, and bites along the edge of my jaw. “Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you?”
I whimper and nod.
“Say it, Tally. Tell me you’ll be my good girl,” he demands.
Everything clenches below the waist. “I’ll be your good girl.”
He takes my earlobe between his teeth. “What do good girls do?”
“Exactly what you tell me to.” Another shiver of excitement zips down my spine.
“Give me your hands,” he orders.
I unlink them from behind his neck and hold them between us. Flip opens the Velcro cuff and slips it on, securing my right wrist, then my left. My stomach clenches at his wicked smile.
He strokes my cheek. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word and we can switch things up.”
“I can cuff you?” I ask cheekily.
“If you want, yes.”
