Page 69 of Provocation
‘Did that little show you put on for us turn you on?’ Shade coos.
Two fingers plunge into me, making me cry out even as my hips push backward for more.
‘Get the bag,’ he says to one of the others and I hear it being put somewhere close by a moment later.
It’s unzipped.
‘What do you think?’ Shade asks.
‘Perfect.’
I crane my neck to see what he’s got, but he tuts and gives my ass a smack that rocks me forward.
‘Don’t make me blindfold you.’
I obediently don’t try to look again, but I hear something being opened. A cap. I startle as something is pushed against my ass, probing shallowly at first before penetrating slowly.
I whimper in pain as it stretches me. It’s bigger than what they used before. When it’s seated, Mav takes me in his arms, carrying me over to a table with straps on it.
‘Restraints?’ he asks me with a quirked brow.
‘I don’t know.’
‘We can get you out of them within ten seconds if you want us to, okay?’
I eye the black padded bench dubiously. How many times have they used it if they know how fast they can get someone out of it?
‘Hey.’ Shade turns my head to look at him. ‘What was that?’
‘Nothing.’
He pushes on the toy in my ass and brandishes a flat wooden instrument.
‘What’s that?’
‘I’m not going to use my hand in here. If I need to spank you with a paddle, I will.’
I look at it with trepidation and then my eyes find him. ‘It’s not like a cane?’
He shakes his head, his face somber. ‘I’d never hurt you like that.’
Then, he smiles a little sadly. ‘Never.I promise.’
I nod. ‘I know you wouldn’t,’ I whisper.
‘To be honest, I think you might like it a little too much for it to be a punishment.’ He kisses my lips lightly. ‘Now, what were you thinking?’
‘I was just wondering how many others you’ve brought down here.’
How many could it be? Ten? Twenty? More?
He glances at the others. ‘We never kept count,’ he says truthfully.
He comes closer and takes my hand. ‘But it was before you came back and not one of them mattered to any of us enough to remember even one thing that happened in this room before tonight. With you.’
Blake pulls me to him from behind, fondling one of my breasts and twisting my nipple a little. ‘It’s true, gorgeous. No girl matters to us but you. You know that, don’t you?’
I nod, hoping he’s being sincere.
