Page 106 of The Haunting Plot

I cover my mouth with my hand as I fight the urge to chuckle, entirely invested in what he’ll do next.

The music swells, and he peeks at me over his shoulder, popping his tail stump up and down. Then he spins on one foot, holding his tail between his legs like it’s a giant dick. He crowds me on the couch, leaning down as he holds himself up on one hand and tickles my face with his dick tail.

Laughter spills out of me at the serious look on his face juxtaposed with his ridiculous movements. He’s biting his lip, wrinkling his nose, and wiggling his eyebrows like he’s on the stage with Magic Mike. I don’t know if I should look at his face or the T-Rex face bouncing above him.

Nothing about this is remotely sexy. Not the look on his face. Not the strange way his costume is bobbing. He looks like one of those inflatable flailing men at a car dealership. Yet I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.

He pushes back, righting himself and releasing his tail. One of his hands is sucked into the suit, and I assume he’s reaching for the zipper. His head dips, and the front of his costume slowly opens as he drags the zipper down. He thrusts his hand forward, the move reminding me of the scene in Alien when the monster pops out of the guy’s chest, and I can’t stop laughing.

Right as the song crescendos, he yanks the zipper all the way down, and the fan shuts off as the costume slowly and sadly crumples around him, revealing my shirtless, grinning moron clad only in black boxers.

There are tears in my eyes, and I feel like I’m going to pee my pants from laughing so hard. Sawyer just stares at me like a lovesick fool until I regain my composure. “Upstairs now.”

“That did it for you?”

“Somehow, yes.”

He turns and runs up the stairs, leaving his discarded costume behind. When I get to the end of the hall, he’s waiting for me in front of my bedroom. I take my time, slowly strolling down the hall, swaying my hips like I’m a model on a runway, pushing into my room without acknowledging him as I speak. “Follow me.”

“Gladly.”

I walk over to my nightstand to grab what I need, setting an alarm on my phone as I set it face down. When I turn around, he’s standing way too close to me. He looks down at the package in my hands.

“I thought you were gonna ask to shove a toy in my ass.” He doesn’t sound as relieved as I thought he would at that admission, so I decide to poke him.

“What if I wanted to fuck you with a toy? Would you let me?” Something flashes in his eyes. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“After the way you made me come just playing with my ass, I’m not afraid to admit that I’d be willing to try that with you. Just don’t fuck me with my own dick.”

Laughter floats out of my chest, ephemeral like a fall leaf dancing in the breeze. “I don’t think you could handle that.”

“I could handle it. Wait, what am I saying?”

“I’m starting with something smaller.” I pull a small dildo and place it on the bed with a bottle of lube and a harness. Then I grab a small plug. “Kneel.”

He drops to one knee, wincing slightly.

“Put your face against the floor, ass up,” I say as I grab the lube and stalk slowly around him as he gets in position. “Pull your boxers down and show me that needy little ass.”

His thumbs hook into the elastic, and he slides them down, baring himself.

Popping open the lube, I coat the tip and kneel behind him, lining up the plug. He flinches slightly under my touch, and I spank his ass. “Fuck.”

“Did I say you could move?”

“No, madame.”

“Naughty boys don’t get to come.”

“What do good boys get?”

“They get spankings.”

“Then I’ll be the best fucking boy for you.”

I reward him with two spanks, then hold his cheeks open as I tease his hole with the toy. He groans in appreciation each time I push in, and before long he’s pushing back into the plug until it’s fully seated. “Such a good boy. Do you want to please me?”

“More than anything,” he breathes.