Page 132 of Renegade Ruin

Reaching over, I pull the box of toys from the corner of the bed until it’s nestled beside me, and I formulate a plan.

“Please, Bishop.” Willow mewls, lifting her hips to find friction against the studs on my dick.

“As much as I love hearing you beg”—really it makes me feral— “I want to take my time with you. I want you to remember this in the days to come, when shit hits the fan, and you need something to cling to.”

She presses her lips together in a defiant line, shaking her head. “I told you. I don’t want a distraction.”

I reach down and tuck the stray curl that has fallen from her pony behind her ear. “Not a distraction, sweetheart, a lifeline. An anchor in the storm.”

That’s what she's been for me. She’s been my lighthouse. My way home when the world became too much. That’s what she needs. And if she lets me, that’s what I want to give her.

“Okay,” she whispers, nodding her head.

Willow watches as I peruse the box, fingering through the toys. So many fun options, each carefully picked with her pleasure in mind.

The heat of her gaze fuels my fire, and I have to remind my twitching dick that this is about her, not us.

“Did you know,” I say with a grin, “as a catcher, I have to be able to explore all my options. I am the first line of defense when a new batter steps up to the plate.”

She hitches a curious brow. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Stay with me, Kitten,” I urge, and she awards me with a giggle that zaps straight through me.

Wrapping my hand around the first item in the box, I continue. “My first step is always research. Knowing the batter who steps into my box.”

I slowly pull the pink dildo from the bag and gauge her reaction. Nothing. Not a single twitch. I set it down on the bed beside her.

“Sometimes what excites me isn’t the answer. It’s all about what will make my opponent succumb to me.”

Her tongue darts out and wets her lips.

“Yes, Kitten, I mean you.”

Next, I pull out the nipple clamps. Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a sharp breath as I finger the metal chain between them.

A smile ticks at the corner of my mouth. “It’s all about knowing what they want and using it against them.”

Her eyes follow the tiny silver clamps as I set them down on the bed on the opposite side of her.

When they collide with mine again, I’ve already got the next toy out.

“Sometimes fast and hard is the answer,” I rasp.

Her thighs clench around mine as she eyes the magic wand, and it joins the nipple clamps.

“Other times a slider, low and inside, is the most effective tool.”

I pull out a toy similar to the one she wore all day at the game but has a much stronger vibration and suction as it’s not meant to be discreet.

Willow grimaces and I let out a soft chuckle and add it to the “no” pile.

“And then there’s my favorite. The change up. The single pitch, that if executed correctly, can trip up a batter and leave them walking away in pieces.”

Willow cranes her neck to see what I’m going to pull out next. When I lift the silver butt plug with the emerald stone at the base, she lets out a strangled moan.

God, I’m addicted to the sound of her. Especially since I know exactly why she made it. This is the toy I’ve been dreaming about using with her. The toy that started it all. The toy I’ve memorialized on my thigh.

I grab the bottle of lube and set it in the pile with the other toys I plan to use to make her scream my name.

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