Page 85 of With this Ring

Since she had a similar one at home, it should be easy enough to find.

Aware of his heated gaze on her, she made her way to the bedroom. Part of her rebelled at following his orders. After all, she was a competent private investigator who ran her own business. And yet there was something amazingly naughty—and fulfilling—about turning over control and surrendering herself to his sexy demands.

Sasha found his bag exactly where he said it would be. Not a surprise. Everything he owned was precisely organized. At her house, she knew where things were, but she was much messier than he was. She told herself it was because she was creative. But now she wondered.

Making her way back to the living room on all fours, was a challenge, and she settled for shoving the heavy load several steps in front of her, then catching up and repeating her process.

Gregorio had remained exactly where he was, arms folded across his chest. In her imagination, he was the absolute picture of masculine control.

“Well done.”

She met his gaze, and her heart did funny little things when he smiled. At this point, his approval was becoming more important to her than the air she breathed.

“Now, put it on the coffee table and unpack what’s inside.”

Curious, she tipped her head to the side.

“Line everything up in a way that makes sense to you.”

The zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the silent cabin.

When she had it open, she froze.

“Keep going.”

Because of her recent visit to the adult toy shop in Denver, she recognized most of the items.

Her hand shaking, she pulled out several pairs of nipple clamps and lined them in a neat row. Next was a blindfold, followed by a vibrator, and a massive dildo.

As she continued, her senses swam.

Along with a package of wipes, there were cuffs and a leather paddle, along with one that was thick and clear. He also had a wicked-looking forked implement that she assumed was also for spanking.

Finally, there was an odd U-shaped piece of silicone. She guessed that it was a vibrator of some type.

“There’s one more thing.”

She ran her hand around the inside until she found a tree-shaped piece of metal with tiny purple crystals on the end. Her mouth dried. “A butt plug?”

“A very small one,” he confirmed.

“Small?”she echoed in disbelief.

He shrugged. “Good place to start training you for taking my dick up your ass.”

Fire blasted through her. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve told you that all your holes belong to me.”

Her pussy throbbed, as much from fear as anticipation. By the time she finally knelt back, her legs were trembling.

“See anything that appeals to you?”

Plenty that terrifies me.

“Choose at least three things.”

Fighting off her attack of the nerves, she surveyed the items.None of the above.

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