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The wedding planner also talked to me about the kind of dress I was thinking I might want, and we made an appointment to go to Atlanta the following weekend to look at dresses together. I texted the times to Matty, because he’d kill me if he didn’t get to help pick out my dress. I also texted him the two dresses I liked best of the ones she’d shown me after I told her the basic look I was going for. He was busy so he didn’t respond, but I knew I’d hear from him eventually.

You’re the only one who gets to see my dress, I reminded him.Top secret. I think I’ll have a talk with Razor so he’ll provide consequences if you don’t keep the secret.

I hoped sending him the dress pictures would make him feel better. He wasn’t happy about not being able to go to the bakery, but he had an appointment with someone who had him helping pick out fixtures for a brand-new house, and he was really busy working with the husband, wife, their teenage daughters, the husband’s mother, and the builder. It’s possible he was daydreaming about caningthem, from what I gathered.

Chapter 41

Will

It felt like we should celebrate having a wedding date. It made it real, knowing exactly when and where it would happen. It was no longer just a theoretical event. It was on the calendar now. And yeah, if this place didn’t work out then the date might change, and it wasn’t a sure thing until we had the NDA signedandthey’d agreed to a combination wedding ceremony and commitment ceremony between three people. But still. It was on the calendar.

Davy was still at work when Micca got home, since she’d taken the day off to meet with the wedding planner, and she’d had to work around Matty’s appointments with his clients.

We’d played around with the cups and some other things with her clit, and she did, indeed, enjoy me getting rough with it. Once I knew a vampire had technically owned her during herrehab, she’d been able to tell me about him using his teeth on her clit, biting her and injecting his special arousal venom into it.

Which gave me my own ideas, so I walked her right into the playroom when she got home, undressed her while I played with her, and then walked her to the bed and showed her the ropes I’d tied onto it.

“Not gonna tie you down, but if you’ll put your feet into the loops, it’ll hold your legs where I want them, and if you hold onto the ropes, it’ll keep your hands out of the way.”

She looked at the tray I’d put onto the roll-around cart a good fifteen seconds before she nodded and got into bed without asking a single question.

The tray held needles still in the packaging, so that was alotof trust. When she was exactly like I wanted her, I told her, “Thank you.”

She smiled. “You know what I like and don’t like. The ropes, doing them like this? It’s proof of how well you know me. Whatever you’ve planned, I’m sure it’ll be good.”

I put a vibrating plug in her ass and then played with the cups on her nipples and clit until she was crazy with need. I love the way her clit swells, and I made it grow and shrink dozens of times. Her nipples, too, but today was mostly about her clit.

The plug in her ass was a smart one that ran through different patterns and intensities. I put an egg from the same company into her pussy, and set the app on my phone so she’d have dueling devices going — the one in her ass would be a lower intensity while her pussy was on high, and then they’d change so her ass was at high intensity while the egg calmed down a little. The egg could tell when she was close to an orgasm and would keep her from coming until I changed that setting. I knew from experience it worked great for her, edging her over and over.

I started with the skinny needles on her clit hood, weaving them in and around to hold it off her clit. I intended to have my mouth on her clit plenty, so I aimed the sharp points away from it. I like sticking needles into other people, but I’m not a fan of having them stuck into me.

And then I played with her outer labia with some fatter needles, once again weaving them in and out, but this time so it held her labia closed.

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Micca

I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t turn the damned egg so it would let me find release. The needles on my clit hood were holding all that skin up so my clit was bared to the air, and the bastard kept licking it and blowing while he poked holes in my labia, somehow doing it so my pussy lips were now locked together, and the vibrations from the egg and my ass made it to those needles and the whole thing had my racing heart pumping fire into every vein and artery in my body until I thought I’d go fucking crazy with lust.

I lifted my head and looked down at the top of his head.

“Fuck, Will. If you don’t change the settings on the egg I’m going to do it myself.”

He didn’t slow with the needle he was pressing through my labia to answer me. “Soon, darling Micca. Trust me to make it good for you. Don’t you want to wait until I pierce your clit with a needle for the big finale?”

The heat of his tongue laved across my clit again, moistening it and warming it, and I dropped my head back onto the bed with a moan so deep, I’m pretty sure it was my bear and not me.

Will chuckled and said, “Hello, Lena,” so I guess he thought the same thing. It’s okay for her to look out of my eyes around him, now, and he’s good with her being present while I’m still in human form. For that matter, he’s good with her being in the house in full-on bear form.

I don’t know how much longer he tortured me with the needles everywhere except my clit, or how many times I was justrighton the edge of another orgasm when the egg changed tempo and intensity and the almost-orgasm faded away, but I didn’t threaten to let go and get myself off again. The promise of a needle through my clit was enough to make me wait.

And when it was finally time, I knew it, because Will used the voice controls to turn the egg and plug off, and he showed methe needle, still in the wrapper. “I know you can read the package from here. Tell me what it says.”

I swallowed and said, “Six gauge.”

He nodded. “And I have to say, needle play issomuch more fun when I don’t have to worry with alcohol and infection protocols, or nerve damage.” He slid the needle through the paper, grasped it, and told his phone, “Egg at eighty percent, theta wave pattern. Plug at one hundred percent, epsilon pattern.”

What is there to say about a huge fucking needle through your clit when you’re right on the edge of an orgasm? The sharp prick through one side, then the other, and then the whole thing warped when the hand holding the needle twists it around so it goes back through your clit two more times.

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