Page 73 of Pandora's Pleasure
He tapped one of them. “You choose one. I choose one.”
“Turn them over.”
“They’re explicit.”
Oh, my God, these were sex cards—the implication obvious.
“Do we choose one randomly?” I asked meekly.
He shook his head. “Choose the one you want to happen to you tonight.”
I took a deep breath, feeling a bit lightheaded. “I can do that.”
“For this to continue, you must abide by the rules. Ready?”
I nodded.
“Face forward over the table.”
“Why?”
His hand crashed against my ass leaving a mark, no doubt. Quickly, I leaned over the table, an electrifying zing buzzing through my body as his fingers hoisted my dress over my hips to expose me. The breeze on my butt caused me to shiver.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Better.”
To my left, he unraveled a velvet cloth, revealing a collection of five bejeweled butt plugs, all in various sizes. He reached for the lube beside them and squirted some onto his fingertip.
“You’re putting one of those in me?”
“Keep this in all evening.” His sticky finger worked the lube around my hole, dipping in a little. “Smallest first.”
His hands eased my cheeks open and I felt the taut pressure at my entrance. My face flushed wildly as the small anal plug went all the way in. An erotic moan escaped my throat as my pussy spasmed in response to this dreamy sensation. No one had ever seen that part of me before.
“How does it feel?”
“I feel turned on,” I admitted.
He gave my ass another slap. “Up.”
I straightened, trying to ignore that gentle, arousing force inside me causing a shiver up my spine—and trying to hide my embarrassment.
He returned to the cards and flipped one over. It was a drawing of a woman on her knees giving oral sex. Damien and I swapped a knowing look. We’d done this one a few hours ago in his kitchen. I suppose that meant it didn’t count.
With a twist of his wrist, he flipped over another card and then another, one after the other until all of them were laying face-up. How many submissives had played this game with him? I didn’t care. The danger of the unknown and the lust-filled promise of endless pleasures with him were too alluring. I peered down at all the sexual acts on display, my heart racing.
I peered up at Damien. “I choose now?”
“Give me any of these cards and your fantasy will be granted.”
So many choices. So many devilish positions and variations to experience. “Any of them?”
He leaned in and trailed gentle kisses up my neck and along my jaw, his cologne a teasing reminder of the night ahead that would mean our fantasies being fulfilled.
“Do you want me to choose first?” His finger hovered over one card and then another and then landed on the one in the center.
“Oh, you went with that one.” My pussy clenched tight and a pang came from the plug in my ass.
