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“The water getting cold?” When she nodded, he hopped up off the floor and grabbed a fluffy dark towel from the nearby shelf.

“Stand up and rinse off,” he commanded.

She did as he asked pulling the plug on the bathwater as she did. When she finished rinsing to his satisfaction, he held out the towel for her to step into. He wrapped her in it and pulled her close for a moment. Kissing her forehead, he set to work drying her off. She giggled when he would hit a sensitive spot that tickled.

“Quiet,” he said with a playful growl as he tickled her ribs.

“Hey,” she squealed. “Be nice.”

“Oh, I’m being very nice,” he said with a gleam in his eye. She giggled again, and he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Dumping her on the bed, he straddled her and tickled her ribcage mercilessly. She squealed and squirmed, desperate to get away, but he was too strong for her.

“You might as well just lay still and take it, baby, you’ll never escape.”

Darci groaned trying even harder to get away. Suddenly he stopped and swooped down to kiss her.

“I’m supposed to be putting you to sleep and look at us,” he murmured against her lips. Her giggle turned into a yawn and he stood to pull the dark towel off her and throw it in the hamper. He tossed the covers and motioned for her to crawl in. Stripping off his own clothes, he crawled into the bed beside her and pulled her close. “Sleep, baby girl.” He kissed the back of her head.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

27

DARCI could barely contain her excitement. Bradley was able to clear his schedule for Friday night, so she set things in motion so they could go to Exposure with Peter and Carrie.

Bradley asked if she would like to do a scene while they were there, and she enthusiastically said yes. It felt good to be back into the full swing of the lifestyle. She had no idea what he had in mind, but she knew he was conspiring with Peter. It gave her so much pleasure to see Bradley getting along with her oldest friends.

Since she had no fetish clothing at Bradley’s apartment, and there wasn't time to get to her place, she wore a simple black dress and that was it. Before getting in the shower she had laid her clothes out on the bed, and when she came back into the bedroom, her bra and panties were missing. She grinned, knowing Bradley was behind it. He walked into the bedroom just as she was slipping the dress over her head.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured as he crossed the room. Darci didn’t notice the small velvet bag in his hand until he was standing in front of her.

“I made a stop on the way home from work,” he said. “We haven’t talked about this particular activity before, so if it turns out to be a hard limit, I won’t push.” He handed her the bag. She loosened the drawstring and turned it upside down. A small silver butt plug fell into her palm. She looked at Bradley with wide eyes.

“You want me to wear this tonight?”

He nodded.

She swallowed.

Anal toys were never high on her list of things to try. Did she want to do this? The look of pure lust in Bradley’s eyes was her answer. She liked turning him on.

“If I hate it can I say no after I try it?” she asked.

“Of course, baby. I respect your boundaries. Have you ever done any anal play?”

She shook her head. “It’s just never been high on my list of things to try, but I want to for you.”

He grinned. “Good girl.” He skimmed his hands over her hips. “Turn around and bend over. Put your hands flat on the bed,” he commanded, plucking the silver toy from her hand.

A thrill raced through Darci’s entire body as she turned to do as he asked. The small plug landed on the bed where she could see it before he opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. Placing the bottle beside her left hand, he slid her dress up to reveal her bare ass.

Her body shuddered as he caressed her. This was exciting. His fingers drifted to her pussy, and he growled as his fingers found wetness. “I like that you stay wet for me.”

Suddenly, a sharp smack landed on her left ass cheek, and she jumped. He chuckled. “You have the most spankable ass. I think we might see how red we can make it tonight.” She shifted as a wave of desire swelled and came to a distinct point between her thighs.

He picked up the bottle of lube and flipped it open. A moment later she felt the cold liquid seep into her crack. He took a finger and spread it over the tight bud then he applied pressure with that same finger until it slipped into her ass with a pop. He inched his finger further into her, taking his time, letting her get used to the sensation.

“You doing OK?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

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