Page 146 of By His Play

Excitement spreads from my core, making my fingers and toes tingle.

I do as I’m told, and in only minutes, he has me secured.

He stands at the end deliciously naked, his cock already hard again from just looking at me like this, with his cell in his hand.

Despite watching him lift his finger to the screen, I startle the second the toy turns on.

“Kieran,” I cry, my hips bucking off the bed as much as they can.

He doesn’t do anything else; he just stands there watching me squirm as if I’m the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.

“Please,” I beg, tugging against my restraints as if I’ll be able to slip free.

He smirks but doesn’t move or say anything.

Suddenly, there is a bang from the other side of the door and my heart jumps into my throat.

“What was that?” I ask in a rush.

His smirk grows, and so does my confusion and panic.

There’s another bang, and then everything goes silent.

My heart is racing so hard I can barely think straight, and it only gets worse when he turns the toy off, spins around and walks to the door.

I squeeze my eyes closed, terrified that someone is standing on the other side.

“Ah, it looks like our dessert is here,” Kieran says, forcing my eyes to open.

A huge sigh of relief rips past my lips as I watch him wheel the cart into the room.

My eyes feast on the contents as images of where this is about to go fill my head.

“You ordered a chocolate fountain?” I ask in disbelief.

One side of his mouth kicks up as he reaches for a strawberry, holds it under the silky river of chocolate, and lifts it to his mouth.

“Like I said, I ordered your favorites,” he says before opening his mouth wide and biting off the end of the strawberry.

I swear to God, watching him eat that innocent piece of fruit is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

The way his full lips move, the pop of his jaw, the way his throat works as he swallows, all the while standing there buck naked with his hard cock jutting out before him.

Outstanding.

“Want some?” he asks, wheeling the cart beside the bed.

The sweet scent of the chocolate and the fresh fruit selection makes my mouth water, and I lick my lips in preparation.

“You know I do,” I breathe.

He crawls onto the bed beside me, although not close enough to touch me, before grabbing another strawberry, coating it, and holding it above my mouth.

“Kieran,” I hiss, lifting myself from the mattress.

I stick my tongue out just as a blob of chocolate drops. I catch it and moan as the sweetness explodes in my mouth.

“More,” I beg, opening my mouth like a little bird who needs feeding.

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