Page 117 of Late Harvest

Standing before him, naked and beautiful and shining brighter than any jewel he could buy, was his soulmate.

How he’d ever fallen into such great fortune, he’d never know or understand. But he would bask in gratitude for this gift before him every single day. For the rest of his life.

“Sebastian, you’re still dressed,” she whispered, reaching for his shoulders.

“And I’ll stay that way. For now,” he murmured, his dick weeping in delayed gratification in his trousers. “Climb on the bed, and get on your back.”

Arabella’s eyes flared, but she submitted to his request, crawling onto the mattress—giving him an excellent view of her ass—before gracefully rolling onto her back. The staff had turned down the bed and she ran her hands along the thousand-plus count Egyptian cotton sheets. “Oh, we need to get some of these.”

Bash chuckled as he moved to the side of the bed. “Done. Now, spread your legs, Arabella.”

The pace of her breathing kicked up and the pale light of the room showed a rosy flush spreading across her chest. She reached for breasts. “Ah ah,” he tutted, stopping her before she got to the promised land of her beautiful dusky nipples. “Those are for me to touch. Keep your hands off your delectable body or I’ll have to tie you.”

Her eyes widened and Sebastian could see the glistening of her arousal between her thighs. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my queen? To submit in bed to your liege man? To be tied up?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Such pretty manners. Let’s see what we can do to make that happen for you.” He reached into the bag Jared had stowed in the room while they were at the premiere, pulling out silk ropes he’d recently purchased with Arabella’s pleasure in mind. Along with other treasures of sexual delight. “Lace your fingers and put them over your head.”

Arabella tracked his every movement, even tilting her head back on the pillow to watch him gently tie her wrists together. She wiggled, opening and closing her legs. Probably seeking friction for the ache he suspected was building in that delicious cradle between her hips.

“Be still, Angel.” He tested the knot, making sure it wasn’t too tight and he could easily tug it free. “How does that feel? Your arms ok? And your hands? We don’t want any harm coming to the world’s most talented surgeon’s hands.”

Arabella breathed a laugh and nodded. “Feels amazing. Decadent.”

He smiled at her. “You look so pretty stretched out naked for me. Keep those legs open wide, beautiful.”

Again, she listened, showing him her beautiful, glistening pussy.

“I have a little something I want to try with you.” He sat down at her side, running his forefinger gently along her seam from clit to her opening, and then lower.

Her hips flexed.

“Sssh, easy, Arabella. Has anyone ever touched you here?”

Her eyes were wide but trusting. She shook her head.

“May I have your permission to play with your exquisite ass, Arabella? I want to bring you pleasure like you’ve never known.”

She froze, and he could see the indecision on her lovely face. His woman was a doctor and certainly knew the mechanical workings of the body better than him. But she didn’t know the pleasure that could come from this type of play.

“Arabella?”

“Yes,” she rasped, now practically panting. He could see how wet she was. His queen was mightily turned on.

And, he knew for a fact she’d read a particular passage in the shifter romance featuring ass play. He’d seen exactly when she’d gotten to that chapter one evening at the house. The signs of her desire were clear. That’s when he’d ordered the little silicone plug, which he’d carefully washed and then hidden—a plan forming.

A plan he was now enacting.

Bash reached for the lube in the bag, generously covering the plug. “I’m going to insert this, Arabella. It might feel a bit odd at first. But it shouldn’t hurt. And then it will feel amazing.” He’d ordered the smallest size, as well as some progressively larger ones. Maybe, at some point, she’d even take his cock.

At the thought, his already hard dick turned to solid iron in his pants. Bash breathed deeply to maintain control. If he wasn’t careful, he risked coming in his boxers like a pubescent teen.

“Here we go, Arabella. Bend your legs for me. Breathe deeply and bear down if you can as I press, ok?”

She nodded, a tiny frown on her brow.

Gently, so gently, he pressed the tapered end into her rosebud. As the fuller part breached her tight ring, Arabella gasped, shifting her hips away. “Easy, Angel,” he breathed out, toying with her nipple with his other hand to distract her and increase her pleasure.