Page 207 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“Yes, just like that,” Daphne said. “I know neither one of us is Jewish, but I’ve always wanted to smash plates and glasses.”
Justin stomped down onto the shattered glass for good measure. “I can definitely get behind this idea. It’s quite satisfying.” He grabbed another plate and threw it on the ground. “Mazel tov!”
Okay then.I’d thought he was throwing a tantrum. I should have known better. Justin was a professional. He was really only showing me his sassy side because we were friends.
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed James’ cheek. “I’ll be right back. I need to ask Bee something.” I hurried off before he could ask me if I was going to question her about sex altars. He knew me too well.
“Hey, Mason,” I said. “Could I switch places with you real quick?”
“Trouble in paradise?”
I laughed. “No. I just need to ask Bee about sex altars.”Oh my God.Had I just said that out loud? These hormones had turned my brain to mush.
Mason laughed. “Well, Bee knows plenty about those.”
Bee lightly slapped his arm before he stood up.
Mason winked at me and walked around the table, plopping into the chair beside James. They started laughing about something.
Probably me.But hopefully not. I turned to Bee as I sat down. “So tell me everything. What happens at a sex altar?” I started eating the crab cake that had just been served. I didn’t care that I was using Mason’s fork. Bee looked surprised, but she didn’t know what it was like to be this hungry. My baby boy was insatiable.
She laughed. “Oh. I thought you were joking. I figured you just wanted to sit with me so we could talk about how all this food is perfect and Daphne is a psychopath.”
“Well that too, yeah.”
Daphne had just turned up her nose at the crab cakes. She truly was insane. These were award-winning crab cakes. I added them to my mental list of things to sneak off and eat during her wedding.
“So are you planning on creating a sex altar for James?”
“No, he’s setting one up for me. I think. I don’t really know how any of that works.”
“It’s not very complex. You know the altars at churches?”
I nodded. “The table where they pour the wine and all that.”
“Right. So it’s like that. But instead of blessing the food…James will be blessing your body. Worshipping it really.”
“Worshipping it?”
“Yeah.”
“How exactly?”
“However he feels like. You’ll be tied up, so you’re kind of at his mercy. His mouth, his cock, toys, other stuff. One time Mason used candle wax on me and I freaking loved it.”
I take it back again – Bee and Mason were kinkier. “Didn’t that hurt?”
“Don’t tell me that a little pain doesn’t make the pleasure that much better.”
I nodded. I really loved when James spanked me. I pictured the slap of his palm and then how soothing it felt when he gently rubbed the tender skin. Every time he did that I ended up practically dripping with desire.
“But it’s like…fun?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s the most fun. I definitely recommend silk restraints though. The metal really bites into your skin if you know what I mean. Rope is pretty painful too.”
I laughed.
“No, I’m serious.” She grabbed her wrist. “One time I had bruises for a week. Worth it though.” She winked at me. “You know what? Now you’ve got me wanting to do a sex altar thing tonight too. Lord knows we’ve earned it after this torture. I’ll do onetonight too and we’ll have lunch tomorrow and talk about all the sexy things our men did to us. Deal?”
