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I start the first black-frosting rose. It’s an intricate design and it takes a lot of concentration.

As I start the first loop to make the petals, Cole’s fingers press into my inner thighs. I draw in a breath.

He teases across my lower lips, fingertips light as he spreads me with two fingers. He hums low in the back of his throat.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “Pretty little hole for me to fill.”

My stomach contracts and I want to rock my hips forward, but that will ruin the rose.

For once I don’t have to run things. All I have to do is hold the piping bag and let him. It makes me feel almost giddy.

Cole slides his fingers across my clit, not putting pressure, just light touches. I can’t help but let out a whimper.

“Careful now, princess. It doesn’t count if you mess up the rose.”

I’ve already messed up, but I don’t tell him that. I take a small offset spatula and fix it quickly, continuing the design. I’m almost done with the first one when Cole’s fingers probe my entrance.

He dips them into the first knuckle, teasing, testing my wetness.

When I gasp he pulls them away. My clit is throbbing from the scant attention.

“Cole,” I whisper.

“You’ve only done a single cupcake and you’re already begging?”

I tilt my chin up, looking at him.

“Who says I’m begging?”

“Oh, you will, princess.”

He picks up the wand and clicks it on. It buzzes to life, vibrating faster than I would have imagined for a battery-powered device.

To my dismay, he turns it up and it makes a whirring sound.

I swallow hard but don’t protest. I asked for this. I want this.

Want him. All of them.

Cole leans in, kissing along my jawline.

“Better focus, princess. It’s about to get hairy.”

I draw in a deep breath and keep frosting, starting on the third cupcake now.

I’m never going to make it through all of these, but maybe if I get through one tray, Cole will⁠—

He places the wand against me, and it starts to vibrate against my already swollen clit.

“Ah!” I cry out, smearing the frosting.

Cole chuckles, tsking in the back of his throat and pulling the wand away.

I let out a low, almost animalistic groan.

“You mess up, I stop,” he says firmly. “Those are the rules.”

“My wish didn’t have rules,” I whine, glancing at him. He’s already hard in his trousers. I can see the line of him tucked up against his waistband. He’s long, bigger than I would have imagined.