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In the bedroom, Peter leaned against the door and Carrie sat on the bed watching him. He reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the cucumber.

“You know, watching you with this tonight was excruciating.” He mimicked the way she’d stroked it in the store. “I feel like a little payback is in order.”

“Oh really?” Her voice wavered, but she never broke eye contact with him.

“I wonder if you might want to have a little fun.”

“Don’t you have to be at work in like six hours?”

He chuckled. “If you don’t want to, just say so.”

“I… I want to. I just… after our conversation tonight I don’t know what you want.”

“It should be obvious that I wantyou. If you’re nervous about power exchange, don’t be. I won’t pressure you about that. Though I think you might enjoy it more than you know.”

“What does payback involve? Some kind of kinky sex, I presume?”

A slow grin spread across his face. “No sex. But let’s just say, I bought the cucumber for a reason.”

“I’m always weirded out by having sex in someone else’s house. But if not sex, then what?”

“No sex, but definitely sexual. Since you were teasing me, I think you should continue. I assume you meant for the cucumber to be my cock.”

“You assume correct.” Her voice had grown husky.

“Then show me what you want my cock to do to you the next time I decide to fuck you.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for it. A chair sat a few feet from the bed in a corner. He picked it up and turned it so he had a better view of the bed.

He wasn’t sure if she would go for his suggestion, but she set the cucumber on the bed beside her and reached under her skirt to pull her panties off then spread her legs, the fabric of the skirt riding up her thighs. She picked up the cucumber and looked at it for a minute then leaned over to the dresser and pulled out a condom and bottle of lube.

His cock jerked as she rolled the condom down the vegetable. Then she held up the lube. “Watermelon flavored. My vagina is going to smell like the nineties.”

Peter smirked. “I wouldn’t know. I was in boot camp and then overseas in the nineties, and I assure you that was not what it smelled like.” He waved a hand in front of him. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

Raising her hips, she lifted her skirt up around her waist and parted her thighs. Her folds glistened. With one hand, she poised the cucumber at her opening. With the other, she fingered her swollen clit. A few slow circles later, she parted her opening and slid the vegetable deep inside, a moan escaping her as she did. Peter let out a grunt as he watched the green makeshift dildo sink into her, and he wished like hell it was his cock. Memories of the way she fit him had him adjusting his pants.

Carrie pumped the cucumber in and out of her several times, the fingers on her other hand still flitting over her clit as she did. Soon she was breathing heavy and moaning loudly.

She raised her head and looked at him. “Want to help?”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much.” He stood and moved to stand beside her. Reaching down, he replaced her hand with his around the cucumber and turned it inside her. “I think you need a lesson in just how hard I want to fuck you.”

She gasped as he withdrew it and pushed it forcefully back inside her. “Keep playing with your clit.”

He fucked her relentlessly, his eyes never leaving her face. The emotions that played across it as she drew closer to the orgasm she wanted were too enthralling to look away from.

“I changed my mind. I want you to fuck me.”

The corners of Peter’s mouth turned up into a grin and he considered taking her up on her offer. But they had negotiated a scene, and he needed to stick to that. Something told him if he wanted to explore a deeper power exchange with her it would go a long way to keep his word and build her trust.

So he pushed the cucumber as far as he could and she writhed and moaned. “Sorry. I don’t renegotiate mid-scene. If you still feel that way in the morning, we can.”

Her eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up but he reached down and pushed her back down with his free hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I’m serious sweetheart. It’s difficult to say no to you, especially when you’re on the verge of an orgasm. But renegotiating mid-scene when emotions, hormones, and endorphins are running high leaves too much room for regret later. It’s a hard limit for me. Now be a good girl and come for me.”

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