Page 43 of Little Paper Games
JUDE
Amoment passed, and then another before she moved. Grabbing a laundry basket, which was odd, she started at the closet. She emptied what sounded like a full box worth of stuff into the basket, but quickly moved to the bedside table and then to another place. Each place apparently held part of the box’s contents.
“Happy?” she sarcastically drawled, setting the basket full of toys on the bed.
“Oh, happier than you can imagine, Red,” I all but chortled back. From a quick cursory glance, the box held not just dildos. Just as she’d said, there seemed to be all manner of fun — and kinky — fuckery.
“Time to play the game again, Red.” My voice was huskier, already feeling my need spread through my body for her.
“Uh, Jude, we just played,” she disputed, standing up off the bed again.
“I suppose we did. Spankingwason your list, after all. However, it’s still playing the game now,” I argued right back at her. It was the truth.
“No, it’s not still playing the game,” she protested. I stood from the bed, making my way over to her.
“And why not?” My hand found her hips, gently tugging her into me. She didn’t resist at all. Her hands found my upper arms, steadying herself, and her fingertips dug in.
“Because we didn’t draw,” she barely whispered. Her eyes were no longer focused on mine. No, they were much lower now. Fixated on my lips. I felt my mouth quirk up into a smirk, and she licked her lips. Well, fuck me.
“We don’t have to,” I breathed. One of my hands wrapped around to her lower back, my fingertips toying along her spine softly until she shivered in my arms.
“Why not?” she whispered back. Her teeth bit her lower lip as I smiled at her.
Lowering my head closer to her, I whispered, “Toys are on both of our lists, dear.”
Her eyes closed, and with one nod of her head, the game was set. I told her to stay put as I got her room ready, quickly making her bed and setting the basket of toys to the side. It was literally overflowing. As I moved the pillows back to the headboard, my hand bumped into a hard object. I lifted the toy up with a knowing smirk and heard her gasp behind me.
“Fuck,” she breathed out.
“And we have officially found buzz buzz I think.” I winked at her. “Come on, Red. Hop on up here and let me play.”
“I really wish you’d stop calling me that.” She rolled her eyes as she sat in the middle of her queen-sized bed.
“Why?” I countered, taking some time to go through the basket a little.
“Because I don’t have red hair, it’s not my name, and it doesn’t make sense. Now what all are you going to use?” she asked with trepidation. I didn’t blame her. The toys in here, while all fun, ranged from beginner to advanced. That’s okay, we’d get there.
“Yes, it does make sense. And I don’t know what all I’m going to use, yet. Except for this one. Definitely using this one.” I held up a small leather slapper.
“Oh, like hell you are!” she protested, immediately crossing her arms across her chest.
“Have you ever tried it?” I let the slapper come down across my hand a few times softly. “I do recall that only a short time ago you enjoyed my hand spanking you. What makes this different?”
“It could really hurt me!” I rolled my eyes at her exclamation.
“Please, Kenna. You know I won’t hurt you — well, not in any way you won’t beg for at least,” I teased, letting my eyes rove over her body, clad in that overly fluffy pink robe still. “Let me show you?”
I had meant the question with all sincerity, but she narrowed her eyes at me, as though I had challenged her. Fine, let her believe what she wanted to believe. I reached for her hand, uncurling her fingers and keeping her palm up.
“Ready?” I waited until she nodded and took a breath before bringing the slapper down firmly on the palm of her hand. She gasped and jumped a little, but then smiled. “See? It doesn’t hurt. Now, let’s see what else we find in here.”
“I’ve got a request,” she piped up as I started digging in the basket again.
“What’s that?” I muttered, pulling out a few fun items. That gem of a butt plug was definitely going to be necessary. Especially if she ever did pull anal out of that jar.
“I want the glass dildo,” she spoke with confidence. It was sexy. My eyes found hers.
“Think you can handle it, Red? It’s a rather large one,” I teased.
