Page 86 of The Summer We Lie

"No, I just needed my breakfast." His lips curve into that wicked half-smile that makes my insides melt. "But I have something you can do for me."

"What's that?" I ask, curiosity mixing with anticipation.

"Turn over," he commands.

I roll onto my stomach and watch as he walks to the dresser where the toys are still lined up. He selects the blue plug—noticeably larger than the one from last night—and the bottle of lube before returning to the bed.

"I want you to keep this inside of you today until I tell you that you can remove it," he says, his voice low and authoritative.

Before I can respond, he's spreading my ass cheeks open and squirting lube down my crack. I gasp at the cold sensation as it drips all the way down to the bed.

"You ready?" he asks.

"Yes," I breathe.

He pushes it in slowly at first, then steadily until it's fully seated inside me. It's definitely bigger than the one from last night, stretching me more, but it doesn't hurt—just a delicious fullness that makes me hyper-aware of every movement.

"How is that?" he asks.

"Good," I manage to say, my voice small.

"Don't take it out until I tell you, okay?" His tone makes it clear this isn't a suggestion.

"I won't," I promise.

He bends down and presses a kiss to my shoulder, the tenderness of the gesture contrasting with the commanding role he's just taken.

"I'll see you when I get home," he says. "I left your patio door unlocked so you can sneak into your room."

"Thanks," I say and roll over carefully, not sure how to move naturally with the plug inside me.

He leans down and kisses my lips, soft and sweet. "I can't wait to get back home," he whispers against my mouth.

"Okay, I'm going to be late," he says suddenly, walking toward the door. He gives me one last heated look before leaving.

I look around the room and spot my sleep clothes folded neatly on the nightstand. I sit up with a groan, the plug shifting inside me with the movement. Standing carefully, I grab my clothes and put them on, wincing slightly as the plug makes itself known with every motion.

It must be early still, giving me a chance to sneak back before Harper wakes up. I creep out of his room and hold my breath as I take the stairs. This is too stressful—if Harper catches me coming from her dad's room, I don't even know what I'd say.

I make it to the first floor without incident and hurry to the back door, then around to my patio. I slip inside my room and lean back against the door to catch my breath, relief washing over me.

But now that the first problem is solved, I realize I have a more immediate concern: how exactly am I going to pee and shower with this plug? Every tiny movement reminds me it's there, a constant pressure that keeps me on edge.

I bite my lip, picturing Dominic's face as he gave me his instructions. The thought of walking around all day with his plug inside me, our secret hidden beneath my clothes while I go about my normal routine... it shouldn't make me feel this twisted mix of embarrassment and arousal, but it absolutely does.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Skye

I close my phone after I order the Uber to pick me up. While I was in the shower, I came up with the idea to make dinner this weekend—not tonight because Harper and I are going to Obsidian, but maybe Saturday and Sunday I can cook for the three of us. I came to the kitchen to take inventory of the things I need, making a mental list of ingredients before ordering the car.

It should be here in fifteen minutes, so I need to change real quick. Back in my room, I grab clothes and make the decision to leave the plug behind. I just can't go out in public with this thing in. The fullness, the constant reminder of Dom—it's too much for grocery shopping.

I slowly ease it out, wincing slightly at the sensation, and clean it before hiding it in the drawer. My body feels strangely empty without it, but also relieved.

I throw on some cut-off shorts and my Sublime cropped t-shirt, letting my hair fall in messy waves that are still air drying. When I'm ready, I shove my debit card and phone in my back pocket and leave a note for Harper in the kitchen before I walk outside to wait for the car.

When I'm inside the Uber, I tell the driver where to drop me off and pull out my phone to text Dom.