Page 148 of Take My Love
“Silas!” she shrieks. “Are you kiddin’? I fuckin’ love it!”
“Yeah?” I pull her up until she’s lying on top of me. “I was worried you’d be upset if I didn’t use your idea.”
“Well…Matheisen Hardwood Homes does have a seductive ring to it. And considerin’ your online fan club, it’d totally be on brand.” She giggles, rubbing her nose against mine. “But I love the backstory of Compass Rose way better. It’s perfect.”
“I do too.” I roll us over so she’s underneath me. “Do you remember what I used to call you when we were little kids?”
Her brows furrow and then her blue eyes widen. “Oh my God, wait…I do. Posey Rosey! I used to hate it!”
Burying my face in her neck, I chuckle and whisper in her ear, “Perk of being Warren’s best friend was gettin’ to tease you before I developed feelings.”
“I secretly loved havin’ your attention,” she admits. “That’s why I called you Stinky Silas. You’d get so mad and run after me.”
Laughing, I nearly lose it because I forgot she did that. “Fuck, that’s right. I’d chase you ‘round the barn until I pushed you to the ground.”
“And then you’d climb on me, hold my arms down, and threaten to spit on my face unless I’d admit defeat. Which was so unfair ’cause you were older and stronger than me.” Realization dawns on her face, and I break out into a knowing smile. “Holy fuck. You were a spitter even back then.”
“Only for you, baby,” I reassure with a wink.
“Youarea psycho!” she taunts, then tries to roll out from underneath me.
Tickling her sides, I make her laugh harder, and she kicks her legs to distract me.
“Nice try, mama.” I hold her down and pin her arms above her head like I used to. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“No!” she says defiantly.
“Don’t make me spit on you,” I threaten.
She arches her hips into my already hardened cock. “And what do I get if I say it?”
“I’ll still spit in your mouth, but only after you begged me for it.”
Her eyes heat as if she wants to give in, but won’t. “Not happenin’.”
“Don’t make me handcuff you to this bed.”
“What? We don’t have those.”
“You think you’re the only one with toys?” I smirk, raising a brow. “I’ll cuff you to the bed rails and edge you as long as I want before lettin’ you come.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me, sweetheart.”
She sucks in her lips and pinches them closed.
“Alright…be careful what you wish for.” Leaning over, I open the bottom drawer of the nightstand, then pull them out along with lube and another item. Then I go into the top drawer and grab her vibrator.
Shock spreads over her face but she remains quiet.
“Look what else I found…” I taunt, holding up a butt plug I bought for her. “Flip over, love. Unless…you’re gonna say what I wanna hear?”
Without argument, she rolls onto her stomach.
“Okay, then…” I muse, knowing she wants this just as badly as I do. “Arms up.”
I weave the metal through one of the rails before cuffing her wrists in place. “If they’re too tight, let me know.”
