Page 16 of Brutal Bond

“What the hell is arnica cream?”

Nikki quickly swipes her thumbs across the screen of her phone and says, “Arnica cream is topically used for bruises and muscle aches. It stimulates circulation and healing.”

“Am I supposed to send a thank you for ass cream?” I quip with a hint of sincerity. “Do you think it works?”

“Based on how carefully you’re still sitting this afternoon, I kind of think it won’t hurt,” she tries to control her snicker. “Maybe you should take him up on the application offer.”

“Absolutely not.” I swipe the jar off the counter and head to my bathroom to apply it to my tender ass in privacy.

I’m washing the excess cream off my hands when my phone buzzes.

EDMUND

What? No thank you?

I haven’t been able to sit since last night.

And you want me to thank you?

Was I too hard on you, little rose?

Maybe this will help.

As if on cue, there’s another knock at the door. So help me if he’s standing on the other side, and I’m unshowered in frumpy sweats and a messy bun. Pulling open the door, I’m met with a courier holding a red gift box. This one is substantially larger than the last. When I take it from him, it’s also surprisingly lighter.

“Thank you.” I tip my head as I push the door shut with my feet.

“Another one?” Nikki pops her head over the back of the couch. “What’s the tag say?”

“To ensure you’re ready for Saturday. E.”

“I’m sorry?” Nik nearly jumps from the couch. “Did you forget to tell me you said yes to him?”

“I sent him a text after you left this morning. I didn’t exactly say yes, just that I might be interested.”

He apparently took that as an enthusiastic yes.

Undoing the ribbon, I lift the lid to find an anal plug sitting atop the perfectly folded tissue paper. A quite large one at that. Nikki must notice the look on my face because she jests, “Harp, if you could take his cock, that thing is going to be a piece of cake.”

She’s not wrong.

I’ve never taken anything as large as him, and quite frankly, while I prepped for the evening, I’m still not entirely sure how he managed with such ease.

Pulling back the tissue paper, I find a luxurious black and pink lace panty-set with a matching garter and hose. Under that is a black Valentina midi-dress with a slit up the thigh, which looks like it will leave very little to the imagination.

“I need a minute.” Rushing, I grab everything and take it to my room, shutting the door to get a few minutes of privacy.

I didn’t say yes.

Maybe not in those exact words.

But I believe your text said…

I’m interested. Can we talk?

This asshole really just copied and pasted my text to him from earlier.

Talk.

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